Always. (A Draco Malfoy Story)

Going Back.

I went back to the estate that day, and did what I was told.

I charmed the house to notify me when Voldemort was present, so that I may apparate here as quickly as possible. I also placed some protection charms, because no way in hell am I losing my childhood home.

I heard footsteps outside of my hallway. My first thought being, 'who the fuck could that be?'

But they were tiny footsteps... It's Binky!

I swung my door open in a flash as saw Binky about to knock on my door.
"Miss Joy, I—"

"Binky!" I picked him up and squeezed him in my arms tight."Binky, I've missed you!"

"Miss Joy, I seen you the other day?" I stopped squeezing him as tight.
'Right. Joy the Heir, not Joy Deveroux.'

I giggle and put him back down on the ground, "I know. I just... missed you."
I notice he's wearing one of my sweaters.
"Binky... did I give you that?" I point to the clothing as he looks down at himself.

He nods, "Yes, Miss Joy! I love it!"

'I let Binky free and he still stayed.' I couldn't help but smile and kiss the top of his head, "I'm thankful we're friends, Binky." He smiles back at me.

Binky gasps, "Oh! Miss Joy, I needed to tell you that you have a delivery downstairs."
I look at him confused, "A delivery? Like a package?"
He rubs his knuckles together shyly, "Heh, sort of?"

I'm still confused but follow Binky down to the staircase.

I'm still at the top of the stairs, but I can already see it.

The entire living room and foyer were filled with floral arrangements of all types.
Daisies. Roses. Sunflowers. Lilies.
Every beautiful flower in existence, you named it.. it was there.

All the cards the same:

I love you. -D.M

I roll my eyes and threw one of the cards to the side and take a whiff of the flowers.
At least they smell nice.

I felt a cold breeze blow through the house. I quickly charmed for the flowers to temporarily disappear in time for Voldemort to appear in front of me.

Voldemort looks down to me, "Joy... our time is almost here."
I scoff, "You mean your time?"

He looks at me unamused, "I think it's time we call a meeting. Our plan must move forward." I scoff again, "Again... you mean your plan?"

He goes on, "You will be in charge of things this time around, Joy. You must prove yourself."

I nod in compliance, remembering what Snape told me.
I have to act like I still lost my memories.

I flash him an evil grin I know he would appreciate, "So Voldy... when's the next meeting?"

-

Harry, Ron and Hermione stood at the top of the astronomy tower, overlooking the reflection that shines against Hogwarts Lake.

"Do you think he would've done it? Draco?" Hermione asks Harry, who replied, "No, he was lowering his wand. It was Snape in the end."

They for quiet for a minute or two before Harry brought something up,
"You know, there was something weird."
Hermione looks at him intrigued, "Dumbledore mentioned Joy. Saying that she was good, and that Draco should trust her."
Hermione furrows her eyebrows as Harry further explains, "Then Snape said goddaughter, not daughter. So I don't know if he meant Rosie or Joy."

"Huh," Hermione was stumped. She didn't know what to make of it.
Ron joins them at the railing, "Maybe Rosie knows her... Joy. We could ask her. Have you seen her recently?" Harry and Hermione both shook their heads.

"Dumbledore was looking for Horcruxes, and he told me to find the rest," Harry explains to the two others, "I need to destroy them. Each success means Voldemort's failure. It wounds him. Makes him weak."

Hermione nods, "Guess were not coming back next year."

-

I stayed by Voldy's side for a few days. I didn't get to rest.
I'm exhausted.

I've been in charge of managing the other Death Eaters for now. It's nice for them to bow to me as they would the Dark Lord. Fucking losers.

I actually overheard them questioning my authority when the Dark Lord stepped away. They didn't take kind of my retaliation.
Let's just say that Dolohov and Yaxley can no longer sit comfortably in a chair... and they've been missing their wands for a few days now.

I've stayed in contact with Sev. In some instances, with the knowledge of the Dark Lord to establish trust. Other times in secret, in hope of helping whatever "plan" Snape has.

I have yet to contact Harry.
I've been having nightmares again.. but instead, it's nightmares of him, not of myself.
I actually don't know if they're nightmares or visions, but they feel too real.

I can see Harry. Scared and exhausted.
Frustrated and worried.
He's searching for something, and he's obviously frustrated at his failed attempts.

I see him walking on dirt, weaving around trees. He's walking towards me.
I begin to hear him scream. In a forest. Loud and clear.

Then I wake up.

I don't know what to make of it.

I just hope whatever plan Severus has... that it works.