coconuts and strawberries | draco malfoy

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A MONTH LATER

Everyone is still mourning you, all the students and teachers that died in battle. Hogwarts has been rebuilt properly with the help of magic from students and professors.

Draco and Ron have gotten closer, for your sake. They still cry together or they go watch quidditch practice together, wishing you were beside them. They share their memories with you to each other, it being their only source of happiness in this whole mess.

Harry feels guilty for not trying to see if you're still alive, but if he woke up that day and you didn't, how would you be alive?

Hermione tries to focus on her studies as classes have started again but she always thinks of you, and breaks down in the middle of studying.

You've been trusted a little more by Voldemort and Bellatrix now, so you're not always tied up, but you still are at night time. they get annoyed at you when you follow them around all day.

you always follow some of the Death Eaters around asking them a million questions. "whatcha doin today?" "are you on your way to kill some babies?" "how ya feelin serial killer?"

you're walking around the house, looking at some of the paintings. There's no way voldemort owns this house, it's too happy. speaking of Voldemort, he apporates onto the stairs beside you, which causes you to almost fall down them.

"holy shit" you whisper to yourself.

"hello miss y/l/n" "yeah hi..." "come sit at the table, there's something we must discuss" "what could we have to speak about?" "it's about the potter boy, are you coming?" He walks down the steps beside you, heading to the main room to sit at the head of the table.

you hesitantly follow him in the room, sitting a little far away from him but close enough to hear anything he has to say.

"don't you have questions young ones?" he asks. "about why you're here, why i want you dead as well as Potter?" "i'm a horcrux, or was... Dumbledore told me, but how?" "that's what i'm here to answer, do you know who your parents are?" "well no... i never met them"

"i know who they are" "i figured since you tried to kill me as a child... did you kill them?" "yes..." you feel your stomach drop, although you don't know who they are you feel disgusted, angry, torn.

"so you killed mine and Harry's parents... why?" "there's no Harry's parents and yours y/l/n" "what the hell do you mean? just spit it out stop procrastinating on telling me"

"i killed your parents, i killed Harry's parents. but there's no 'your parents and his', you're smart, figure it out" "what is this? a riddle? oh look, Tom Riddle giving a riddle" "do not call me my pathetic muggle fathers name! answer the question"

you watch his angry expression before looking down at the table, the words he said going over in your head in a loop. I killed your parents, i killed Harry's parents. but there is no 'your parents and his'.

you continue to stare at the table in front of you, before your expression completely changes. "not possible" you whisper. "oh? what's not possible?" Voldemort asks. you look over at him, "what are you trying to do? get inside my head? manipulate me? what?"

"you're upset" "yeah i'm upset, telling me a lie like that" "i didn't tell you anything, i told you to figure out the truth and you did" "the truth? how is that the truth? i would've known" "but you didn't know... and what is it you didn't know, tell me, tell yourself out loud"

you stare at him, your stomach filled with butterflies. "I am not Harry's sister".