That Damn Weasley Charm II G.W

Part 6, Chapter 8- Letters From Draco

It's been two days since Draco left for Hogwarts and I've already got a letter from him,

I did something that I really shouldn't have. I broke Harry Potter's nose. Stomped on his face after I petrified him. I know what you're going to say, 'Merlin's beard Draco! You've been at Hogwarts for two days!' to which I will say 'well technically I wasn't at Hogwarts when it happened we were still on the train.' Yeah, I know it doesn't help my case. But he snuck into the Slytherin car with his damned invisibility cloak and heard me talking. Not anything serious, I was more of just boasting with my friends about things. Which is wrong I know but I've got to put on a brave face.

I thought you would like to know that Filch has banned everything from Weasleys' Wizard Wheezes this year. I know you can't see him but I thought it would make you feel some sort of way. Snape's also finally got himself the Defense Against the Dark Arts class so it's bound to be interesting.

Draco.

I put my face in my hands and groan. It's been two days! Not even if he pulled this stunt when he was still on the train. Otis nudges his head against my hands and I pet him, staring at the letter that Draco sent. I sigh deeply and pull out some parchment, a quill, and some ink.

"Violet?"

I look over at my door and my mother has her head stuck halfway into my room. I fold Draco's letter back up and put it under one of the books on my desk. "Hello, mother," I say to her.

She comes into the room carefully and sits down on my bed. I watch her as she looks around the room slowly. "I'm disappointed in you." She says.

I don't know why but my heart begins to ache as soon as she says that, "I'm sorry mother. I've done everything that you and the Dark Lord has asked of me."

My mother clicks her tongue, "But you are not the one that will be killing Dumbledore are you?" She looks at me with distaste, "The most important thing that the Dark Lord has ever requested to be done and my sister gets the credit!"

Now I'm confused. I look at her with my eyebrows furrowed, "Mother, it's not my fault that I was born earlier than Draco."

My mother laughs, "But did you try to fail your year so you would still be at Hogwarts if the Dark Lord needed! Did you ever consider putting the Dark Lord's needs before your own!"

I don't even try to defend myself. I sit at my desk and let her go on and on about how selfish and useless I am. I try to block it out by focusing on the subtle pulsing in my ring, thinking about George. Then she stops talking, she gets up, comes over to me, kisses the top of my head, and leaves.

I sit there confused, scared, awkward. I understand that my mother has been through a lot with Azkaban and the Dementors and everything but the sudden mood changes, the quick snaps from happy to mad. It's a lot to keep up with. I shake it off and pull Draco's letter out again. I read it over one more time before dipping my quill in my inkpot and respond to Draco's letter.

Draco,

You're an absolute idiot you know that? You're supposed to not draw attention to yourself so you can get through your sixth year with your sanity, not break peoples noses before you even get to Hogwarts.

Have you put any thought into what you've got to do? I don't want to rush you or pressure you at all but if you need someone to bounce ideas off of I'll be here. Tell me when the first Hogsmeade trip is and I'll meet you in the three broomsticks or something for a pint of butterbeer.

Don't even think about getting into another fight or I'll show up to Hogwarts and kick your ass myself. You've got to be smart.

Violet.

I fold an envelope out of parchment and slip the letter inside. Then I seal it with wax and the Malfoy family stamp before scribbling Draco's name on the front along with the words "Hogwarts Great Hall". I sort of slap the letter against my hand a few times before going over to my open window and calling for Otis.

"I know you've just gotten back and your probably going to kill me for sending you off again but I need you to take this to Draco at Hogwarts alright?" I say to Otis. I dunno if owls can roll their eyes but if they can, Otis just did. I attach the letter to his leg and he soars off.

As soon as I close my window my arm starts to burn. I roll my eyes, throw a cardigan over my shoulders and go towards my door. I pat Fergus on the head before I leave the room and go downstairs.

"My Lord?" I say once I'm in the dining room.

The Dark Lord looks past everyone and smiles at me, "Welcome. Come sit, we've got much to discuss."

The next I'd say six hours of my life was dedicated to helping the Dark Lord and the other Death Eaters with a map of Hogwarts that they've drawn up. They used me along with my fellow graduating class to help refresh their memories of the corridors and where exactly specific rooms are located. The Dark Lord took a particular interest in Dumbledore's office but that is to be expected given he's trying to get him killed and what have you.

Because it was so late by the time we were finished, Emma's parents agreed to let her stay the night at the Manor. "You don't think he's planning on fighting this war at Hogwarts to you?" Emma asks me when we get back into my room.

"Doubt it. The Dark Lord is a lot of things but I don't think he's going to want to kill hundreds of children." I say to her. I toss her a set of pyjamas so she can change out of her robes. I put on one of the Weasley jumpers and some sweatpants before crawling into bed and under my covers.

"Says the one that's got a cousin in charge of killing one of the most powerful wizards alive." Emma says. She folds up her robes before coming over to my bed and curling up under the covers, "Have you heard from Draco? Does he have any sort of plan at all?"

I sort of shrug, "Haven't the foggiest, all he did was tell me that he broke Potter's nose and all of the Weasley joke products are banned by Filch."

"The twins are probably right pleased about that." Emma says with a smile on her face. "Are you going to try and sneak off end of the month? For the planned supper or whatever it is?" Emma says to me quietly.

"Don't think so. It would be weird with George and I not together anymore."

Emma rolls her eyes, "And having sex in the back room of his shop while his entire family is shopping isn't weird."

I pull the blankets up over my face to hide my smile, "That was us saying goodbye."

"So you're saying that you're never going to see him again after that?"

I peek my eyes out of the covers and look at my best friend in the eyes, "Never say never."