The Enemy |Harry Potter 1️⃣

06: Explaining

"Dementors force us to re-live our very worse memories, our pain becomes their power" Professor Lupin explains, talking about the screams that Harry and i had witnessed.

"I think it was my mother, the night she was murdered" Harry says and i place my hand on top of his on the bridges railing.

"You're more like them then you know Harry" Lupin says as he tells Harry all about them and his time with them in Hogwarts.

"Scarlet on the other hand... I know but little about" Professor Lupin says as he turns his attention to me.

"Little to know about, Professor. I'm sure you've met my brother before..." I say as i remove my hand from on top of Harrys and i look out at the view again.

"Ahh, Draco, Yes i've met him. Quite a head strong young man, only time will tell if he uses it for good or for bad"

"That's the problem, I'm not sure which way he will turn either and i'm his sister. I used to be able to tell, but then i realized how much i was becoming like him and even i didn't know if i was going to turn into one of them. I used to be nice to everyone, no matter the blood type, no matter the place on my parents chart of people they liked or despised." I laugh "I used to be myself, now i'm just a follower of what Mother and Father wants. If Father doesn't like someone, i didn't like them, no matter the impression i had when i met them. I used to hate you, Harry, Just because i was told i had too... And then i met you and began to realize how bad i was becoming, and then on the train the scream... the scream reminded me of who i used to be"

"Who screamed?" Lupin asks me, intrigued

"Heath... Heath screamed." I say in a whisper as a tear roles down my face. I look out ahead of me.

"Heath was the most incredible person i ever met. We first met standing outside one of my Dads friends houses when we were 5. I was at one of my Fathers meetings when i decided that i would go outside and start catching butterfly's and long and behold this other little boy came running to play with me too. We played all day until we had to go home and then i found out that his parents were two of the most incredibly kind people- the only kind people at my Fathers meeting. They weren't snappy or rude to me because i was a child, they came and took the little boy home and even have me a wave goodbye, something really uncommon from someone attending a meeting with my Father. I saw that little boy almost every week after that.

My Father would invite him and his parents over for meetings and family meals and by the time we were 8 we were talking about getting married together. I will never forget the day when i was 10 and a half when him and his parents visits just..stopped. I would constantly ask my Dad why, but he would just tell me that they didn't need to have meetings anymore.

One day, my Father got sick of me asking, so he held my little 11 year old hand and dragged me to that boys house. He then told me to stand outside the house and wait for him to go and fetch Heath for me to play with once more. I stood there with hope in my eyes and a smile on my face, something I never could have imagined being present from my words my Father had said- usually I was left in tears.

I thought maybe he had started to feel bad for all the harsh words he used to pierce my heart with and maybe he was letting me finally be happy.... and that's when i heard the screaming- First his parents, then Heath"

I stop for a second and try to catch my breath as I find myself tasting salt pooling in the creases of my lips.

"He took me inside the house and showed me his 'work' and then told me that they were having a disagreement. He said that Heaths Mother and Father had expressed their disapproval of one of my Fathers plans to kill a boy about the same age as me. My Father said that he had been forced to cut them out of my families life and that my constant questioning had given him no choice but to stoop down to the level of killing them to make me stop....He told me i was the reason they were dead"

It's silent for a minute until Harry holds me in his arms and whispers that it was not my fault in my ear as i cry silently.

"I think I loved him" I stutter out after a long while of just standing and deeply breathing "I'm scared- I'm scared of loving someone else. I'm scared that my Father will kill them... that I will get them killed" I speak as I choke on my words

And Harry just stands there, still, as he holds me. I could not tell you how long we stayed standing in silence on the bridge, but sooner or later I calmed myself and stepped out of the boys arms.

As I stand back from him and see the pity he holds in his eyes I swallow the last of my tears and dust my uniform off. I might have realised that I was falling too deep into being a dark magic follower, but it didn't mean that I didn't find it odd the way that I had clung to Harry Potter and found comfort within his silent hold. Harry, of all people, should hate me and my family.

Yet as I allowed myself to raise my eyes to meet his I found myself nodding my head at his silent expression of worry.

"Yes, I'm ok... I will be fine" I say as I wipe my eyes once more "I told you that so that you can realise, Harry, not everyone in this world is black and white. Sometimes evil people are not just naturally evil... sometimes they find themselves being evil as the only way to cope" I say as tears cloud my vision once more

"But you're not evil, Scarlet" Harry says as he steps closer to me

I quickly step back and hold my hand up. I had started liking the boy more but I wasn't ready to fall into his arms... while I had clear eyes... quite yet.

"Harry the scream you heard after the dementor tried to kill you in the train was probably the thing you wanted to hear the most... obviously not your mother screaming, but your Mothers voice nonetheless.I know that when the dementors walked past the Slytherin carriages I heard Heath screaming as It was probably the last thing we both remembered from the loves in our lives" I say as I stand looking out over the trees surrounding Hogwarts walls

"I never thought about it like that" Harry says

He pauses and then speaks with determination

"You're right." He says "I didn't realise that a Malfoy had so much happen to them... I thought with your riches and your parents present you might have lived a better life then me, but-" Harry hesitates

"But you would chose your life over mine" I finish

The boy beside me nods slowly

"I'm sorry" he says

"It's ok, Potter, I would chose your life as well" I admit as I clear my throat "but just to be clear im no different then I was, I'm still a Malfoy and I am supposed to hate you- so not a word of this... war story swapping to anyone ok?" I ask as Harry quickly nods

"Come on, let's go and eat something. All that overhearing has made me starving... where has Lupin gone?" I ask suddenly

Harry looks around with me and we both glance at each other, realising that Lupin had left us to our bonding before i wet my lips

"Well, I guess it was just us two" I say

"I guess it was... I won't tell anyone about your past Scarlet" Harry says as he steps closer and this time I don't move backwards

I wet my lips again as I nod "thank you... I.... H..how about we go and get some food?"

****
That night an emergency meeting was called, calling all the students of Hogwarts. I had only just settled asleep when the announcement came over the speakers... I had still been thinking about Harry and it had been keeping me awake.

"What's going on?!" I ask as i get pushed into the Great hall with everyone else.

The students all gather together

"That bastard, Harry Potters got himself into trouble again, i don't doubt" Draco says as Pansy, Crabbe and Goyle laugh.

I glare

"Don't call him that!" I manage to say, before we are pushed further into the hall

I look around as I realise that we will all be spending the night here. There are thousands of sleeping bags laid out next to each other- something big must have happened.

****

Something big did happen... Sirius Black was back and he was in Hogwarts. It was unsafe to be anywhere other than the hall and I realised then that I was not going to get any sleep whatsoever.