Always. (A Draco Malfoy Story)

Realize.

"He's safe."

I arrive in his study. Severus turns to look at me, "...and the Dark Lord?" I shrug my shoulders, "No suspicion." He nods and returns to his desk.

"So how's Hogwarts?" I ask, as I take a look at the books on the wall. "Coming along. The Ministry has officially fallen. The announcement of my new position shall take place next Monday."
I smile, "I wish I could be there to see you as Headmaster."

His head perks up, "Actually... you can." I furrow my eyebrows, "What?"
He explains, "If you'd like, you can return as Rosie. Being the daughter of the new headmaster, I can allow you to come and go whenever the Dark Lord needs you."

I squint my eyes, "...What's the catch?" In a monotonous voice, he replies, "You may find your return to Hogwarts to your advantage."
I stare at him for a bit more, "Will Draco return?"

Snape shakes his head, "Students believe he killed Dumbledore... it is not safe for him to return to Hogwarts at this time."

I huff, "Well someone needs to—" Snape interrupts me, "—protect him, I know."

"I'll think about it then." Snape nods and went back to doing whatever he was doing.

I went to a shelf that had a picture frame of Sevy when he was a child. I smiled and turned to him, "Aw, look how cute."
He looked up and me and squinted his eyes, "Put. That. Down." I giggled and did what I was told.

I felt compelled to continue to stare at the picture. Before my eyes, I saw it morph into another photo. It was him and a girl. I recognized her eyes.

I turned to him, "You... and Harry's mum?!" He immediately charmed for the picture frame to fly into his hands and he quickly locked it in a drawer in his desk. He gave me a cold glare, "Not.... a word."
I zipped my lips and threw away the key as he made sure that the drawer was locked.

-

Harry was getting ready for the wedding at the Burrow, fixing his vest in the mirror. "I should be looking for the horcruxes! Not attending a wedding!"

Hermione helps Harry with his tie, "We'll go after the wedding. This means a lot to Ron."

Harry huffs in frustration, and began to recollect his thoughts. "You know... that night that Mad-Eye died... I saw her."
Hermione was confused, "Saw who, Harry?"

"Joy... I saw Joy, in the flesh." Hermione freezes. "You... saw her?" Harry nods, "... but she didn't attack me. I-I think she was defending me from the other Death Eaters. She even looked... sad when Hedwig got hit."

Harry sighs, "I think it's her." Hermione steps away from him, "I think Joy from the letters is Joy the Heir. I don't know how I'm gonna prove it... but I think she's the same person."

-

I decided to take Snape's offer and went back to Hogwarts this year.

The first few weeks were kind of weird, being the "daughter" of the new headmaster. Not many people liked Slytherin any more than they usually did... but at least "Rosie" was nice to people in other houses. I still had some friends out of Slytherin house.

For some odd reason, I couldn't stop thinking about that stupid sword. It absolutely boggles me how it could come into the possession of the Dark Lord, when I'm positive I read that it only appears to a true Gryffindor in need.

Matter of fact, the sword comes up in my visions lately... along with Harry.

I still see the Trio in a forest.

They look tired... and angry?
They're always fighting. Yelling at each other.

They pass off some necklace, locket thing. Why does it look familiar?