"It's not who you are born as, it's who you grow up to be."
The war ended and serenity returned for almost fourteen years in the wizard world. Everyone knew the name Harry Potter, praised it even. He had defeated Voldemort and that was that. Thoug...
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It was difficult being a Death Eater, Honora now understood why everyone was so bitter all the time. Honestly, why would anyone want to work for Voldemort, it was exhausting. She was beginning to feel drained from the tasks she had been doing with the Death Eaters. She was extremely skilled at Legilmency at this point, more so than any other, at least the only one partially open about the skill. So while she was not giving information about Potter, she would be doing this and it was making her exhausted. She knew her Christmas wouldn't be great, not even good–but never this dark.
Malfoy manor stood beautifully but dreary as usual as she packed her trunk for the rest of term. It was unusual living in a place that felt so unlike a home. Her room was nothing like her room at her Aunt Andromeda's house. It was a large room with a dark grey dresser, night tables and bed with a matching dark comforter and dark green accents all over the room. It was simple and put together but it didn't feel like her own.
"Be safe." Narcissa's monotone voice hardly comforted Honora as she bid her and her son goodbye. The pair of cousins hugged quickly, Draco a bit longer than Honora, before they grabbed a portkey. They appeared at Kings Cross in the midst of energetic students excited to see each other after the two week break.
"See you later." Draco mumbled, and shoved the portkey in his pocket before pushing past Honora to Crabbe and Goyle who seemed to be waiting for him. Honora found a car that fortunately was empty because all she wanted to do after break was be alone–but Ginny Weasley stumbled upon it at the same time. "After you." Honora nodded her head for her to enter and followed once she had.
"You've been distant. Thought we might hear from you over break. What's up with you?"
"Oh nothing. Best Christmas ever." She sighed and slumped back in her chair. It was odd having to hide her friendship with the Weasleys from their children, her school friends. They had no idea she was in The Order, no idea that she'd even really known Mr. and Mrs. Weasley. So of course Ginny hadn't known she'd tried to help her father out that night.
"Yeah you look rougher than usual." Ginny was poking fun at her but it very much was true. She noticed Honora's eyes had dark circles around them and her hair looked a frizzy mess, like she hadn't been taking care of herself. Or at least not as good as she typically did. Honora always seemed well put together.
"Whatever Gin. You try living with the Malfoy's. It's like living in a wet sock."
"I could imagine." She laughed jumping to her feet and grabbing her trunk. "How was your holiday? Your father?"
"Good. Dads getting better after You-Know-Who's attack at the ministry." Honora nodded but looked away. She felt incredibly guilty about her father, although she tried her best to warn him she still felt guilty for not doing more.
"I'm sorry. ."
"No worries, dad is almost healed up. Could've been worse if Harry hadn't saved him." Of course Harry had saved him. She was grateful he did because he probably would've died if he hadn't. Honora mustered a smile to Ginny before looking out the window, not wanting to small talk any longer. She seemed to get the hint as well and began reading The Daily Prophet, sitting in silence for the rest of the train ride.
