Celia I A Harry Potter Fanfiction

Chapter Seventeen - Shocking Revelations

Present Day, 20th May 2003:

"Neville, thank you so much for helping me out with my piece, I can tell that there is a lot for me to work with here." I say, grabbing my things and packing up my bag.
"No worries Celia. Shall we go get some dinner?" I nod my head and pick up my things, but as we walk out of his office I notice Draco walking down the hall.

"Hey Neville, I'll meet you there, I've just got someone I need to talk to." As Neville walks away, I walk towards the retreating man.

"Draco! Hey, stop!" I run over to him as his figure slows down.
"You know, when I said I'd see you around, I didn't mean the next day." I laugh a little and then notice his frown.
"What's wrong? Did you manage to talk to Penny?" I ask as he stops and faces me.
"Yeah... you were right. She wanted some space because her family didn't agree with me pushing away from the whole pure-blood thing." I raise my brows in astonishment.
"Oh, wow... I didn't think anyone was like that anymore." He shrugs his shoulders and sits down on a nearby bench.
"Yeah well, my own family basically disowned me when I suggested that we shouldn't go by those ways anymore." I sit down next to him and catch glimpses of him sitting alone in his family home.
"I'm sorry you've had to go through that Draco. If it means anything I think it's great that you don't want to be associated with that anymore. It shows a lot of strength." I smile at him as he stares up at me. I notice his shoulders relax as he ponders over what I said.
"Darkness surrounded me in my Hogwarts years, after graduating I finally realised that some of the strongest witches and wizards we have aren't even born into pure blood families. It was never right that I treated anyone that way, it's not something I'm proud of." My mind flashes to the days of Umbridge in our fifth year and frown.
"Well, we've all faced tragedy and come out of it stronger. I always think it's so amazing that we're all standing here today after everything we've been through." He nods at me and sits so he's facing me.

"I never told you how sorry I was about Cedric. It was a really dark day when that happened and I hated how proud my father was when he talked of his death."
"Uhhh..." My mind clouds for a moment and my body feels slightly dizzy, but it soon disappears and I gain clarity again.
"Thank you Draco, I appreciate your sincerity." I breathe out as my chest starts to feel heavy.
"Are you okay Celia?" I try my hardest to breathe properly, but my chest starts to feel even heavier and Draco's image starts to blur.
"Celia? What's going on?" I try to reply to him but his image blacks out and my body hits the floor.

Year Six, June 1997:

'What the hell... what the hell!' Draco thought, running through the grounds, the sound of screaming and laughter echoing in front of him.

He couldn't do it, he could never kill Dumbledore... but Snape did, and he did it without blinking. Bellatrix screamed with happiness in front of him again and he took in his surroundings. They were deep into the forest now; they had to get deep enough so they could apperate back home. The blackness of the forest imitated his mind; he couldn't handle what he was feeling. Should he cry in remorse like his fellow students, or laugh with glee like those around him?

What the hell had actually just happened? His mind replayed the events in which just took place... he had disarmed his Headmaster and Snape had killed him. Voldemort told him he had to do this; he had to do it to save his family and to save him. He was so frightened, Draco didn't know what to do in the moment, he knew what to say but he just couldn't form the words out of his mouth.

Dumbledore's body had fallen from the tower... he was actually dead.

What did that make Draco now, a murderer and an accomplice? Would this be enough for the Dark Lord, or would he hate him and kill him for not doing his job properly?