The Life of a Teenage Death Eater (A Draco Malfoy FanFiction)

Chapter 25: Five Months Later

Everything in our lives was going so well. Our house was beginning to look more like a home, we each were being well paid in our new jobs, and of course, we got to spend time with each other. I now knew I would never have to worry about being separated from the love of my life again.

At the moment Draco was at work, my shift had ended about an hour earlier so I was at home preparing dinner. I pulled out all of the things I was going to need from the various cabinets. I wasn't exactly the best chef, but I did know how to make a fantastic bowl of pasta.

I placed the large pot underneath the sink and waited as the bowl filled with water. All of a sudden there was a knock on the door.

"I'm in the kitchen love, I'll be there in a minute, " I called to who I assumed was Draco.

Once the bowl was filled I placed it on top of the stove and turned it onto a low simmer. I walked over to the door and turned the knob. Once I opened it, instead of seeing Draco, two people were staring back at me.

"What are you doing here?" I said, gritting my teeth.

"We came to see you, honey, " my mother said with a warm smile.

"Don't call me honey, " I shot back.

Both of my parents had sad looks on their faces. I felt a bit guilty but I wasn't just going to get sucked into their apologies that quickly.

"Rachel, you can't be serious. We are your parents, " my father responded.

"You are also the people who force me into becoming a Death Eater. You let me stay in that house and watch as all those people were killed. You tried to have me fight in the war against all of the people my age, the innocent people. The people I spent a lot of my life living around. So don't tell me you are my parents, " I angrily yelled back at them.

"Rachel, please just let us inside, " my mother begged. I looked into her eyes which were filled with sadness.

"Give me one good reason why I should?" I asked.

"Because like I said, we are your parents. No matter how much you try to deny it, we are the people who raised you. We never said we were perfect but at least give us a second chance, " my father tried to convince me.

I sighed and took a minute to think of what I should do. I would be lying to myself if I said I hadn't missed them these past couple of months. Even though I was angry at them for putting me in that position they didn't have much of a choice. They couldn't just go up to Voldemort and say no to him, then they would've been dead. Plus they did try to keep me safe that one time, they let me stay with Draco in the woods instead of bringing me back.

"Fine, you can come inside, " I finally replied. Right after I made sure to add, "this doesn't mean I totally forgive you."

They nodded their heads and followed me back into the house. I went back into the kitchen and checked on the water to see it was boiling. I reached back into the cabinet and pulled out another box of pasta. The little bit I was originally going to make wouldn't be enough for two more people.

After pouring everything into the pot of boiling water I returned to the living room where my parents sat on the couch.

"Are you living here alone?" my mother asked.

"I get to ask the questions first, " I responded quickly, "how did you find me?"

My father smirked before replying, "we have our ways."

I rolled my eyes at the lack of an explanation I had received.

"Now like I said, are you living here alone?" my mother asked once again.