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Chapter 13

"𝙰𝚛𝚎 𝚢𝚘𝚞 𝚎𝚟𝚎𝚛 𝚐𝚘𝚒𝚗𝚐 𝚝𝚘 𝚝𝚎𝚕𝚕 𝚖𝚎 𝚠𝚑𝚘 𝚢𝚘𝚞 𝚊𝚛𝚎?

𝙾𝚛 𝚊𝚛𝚎 𝚢𝚘𝚞 𝚓𝚞𝚜𝚝 𝚝𝚘𝚢𝚒𝚗𝚐 𝚠𝚒𝚝𝚑 𝚖𝚎?"

"𝑊𝑒𝑙𝑙, 𝑤ℎ𝑒𝑛 𝑦𝑜𝑢 𝑠𝑎𝑦 𝑖𝑡 𝑙𝑖𝑘𝑒 𝑡ℎ𝑎𝑡-"

"𝙱𝚞𝚝 𝚑𝚘𝚠 𝚍𝚘 𝙸 𝚔𝚗𝚘𝚠 𝚒𝚝'𝚜 𝚗𝚘𝚝 𝚛𝚎𝚊𝚕𝚕𝚢 𝚕𝚒𝚔𝚎 𝚝𝚑𝚊𝚝?"

"𝐷𝑟𝑎𝑐𝑜, 𝑤ℎ𝑎𝑡?

𝑊ℎ𝑒𝑟𝑒 𝑖𝑠 𝑎𝑙𝑙 𝑜𝑓 𝑡ℎ𝑖𝑠 𝑐𝑜𝑚𝑖𝑛𝑔 𝑓𝑟𝑜𝑚?

𝐼 𝑡ℎ𝑜𝑢𝑔ℎ𝑡 𝑦𝑜𝑢 𝑤𝑎𝑛𝑡𝑒𝑑 𝑡𝑜 𝑡𝑎𝑙𝑘 𝑡𝑜 𝑚𝑒? 

𝑁𝑜𝑤 𝑦𝑜𝑢 𝑑𝑜𝑛'𝑡?"

"𝚈𝚎𝚜, 𝙸 𝚍𝚒𝚍 𝚠𝚊𝚗𝚝 𝚝𝚘 𝚝𝚊𝚕𝚔 𝚝𝚘 𝚢𝚘𝚞,

𝚃𝚘 𝚝𝚎𝚕𝚕 𝚢𝚘𝚞 𝚝𝚑𝚊𝚝 𝚝𝚑𝚒𝚜 𝚗𝚎𝚎𝚍𝚜 𝚝𝚘 𝚜𝚝𝚘𝚙,"

"𝐼𝑠 𝑡ℎ𝑖𝑠 𝑎𝑏𝑜𝑢𝑡 𝑦𝑜𝑢𝑟 𝑓𝑎𝑡ℎ𝑒𝑟?

𝑌𝑜𝑢 𝑑𝑜𝑛'𝑡 ℎ𝑎𝑣𝑒 𝑡𝑜 𝑙𝑖𝑠𝑡𝑒𝑛 𝑡𝑜 𝑤ℎ𝑎𝑡 ℎ𝑒 𝑠𝑎𝑦𝑠 𝐷𝑟𝑎𝑐𝑜"

"𝚈𝚎𝚜,

𝚆𝚎𝚕𝚕 𝚗𝚘,

𝙸𝚝'𝚜 𝚖𝚘𝚛𝚎 𝚝𝚑𝚊𝚗 𝚝𝚑𝚊𝚝,

𝙸 𝚓𝚞𝚜𝚝 𝚌𝚊𝚗'𝚝 𝚔𝚎𝚎𝚙 𝚍𝚘𝚒𝚗𝚐 𝚝𝚑𝚒𝚜 𝚠𝚒𝚝𝚑 𝚢𝚘𝚞,"

"𝑊ℎ𝑦 𝑎𝑟𝑒 𝑦𝑜𝑢 𝑎𝑐𝑡𝑖𝑛𝑔 𝑙𝑖𝑘𝑒 𝐼'𝑚 𝑡ℎ𝑒 𝑏𝑎𝑑 𝑜𝑛𝑒 ℎ𝑒𝑟𝑒? 

𝐼'𝑚 𝑛𝑜𝑡 𝑡ℎ𝑒 𝑜𝑛𝑒 𝑤ℎ𝑜 𝑡𝑜𝑙𝑑 ℎ𝑖𝑠 𝑑𝑎𝑑 𝑡𝑜 𝑝𝑜𝑖𝑠𝑜𝑛 𝑠𝑜𝑚𝑒𝑜𝑛𝑒"

"𝙸 𝚍𝚒𝚍𝚗'𝚝 𝚝𝚎𝚕𝚕 𝚑𝚒𝚖 𝚝𝚘 𝚍𝚘 𝚝𝚑𝚊𝚝! 

𝙸 𝚍𝚒𝚍𝚗'𝚝 𝚎𝚟𝚎𝚗 𝚝𝚎𝚕𝚕 𝚑𝚒𝚖 𝚊𝚋𝚘𝚞𝚝 𝚢𝚘𝚞! 

𝚂𝚘 𝚍𝚘𝚗'𝚝 𝚢𝚘𝚞 𝚍𝚊𝚛𝚎 𝚋𝚕𝚊𝚖𝚎 𝚖𝚎 𝚏𝚘𝚛 𝚝𝚑𝚊𝚝! 

𝙸 𝚠𝚊𝚜 𝚝𝚑𝚎 𝚘𝚗𝚎 𝚝𝚑𝚊𝚝 𝚝𝚘𝚘𝚔 𝚊𝚕𝚕 𝚝𝚑𝚎 𝚋𝚕𝚊𝚖𝚎 𝚏𝚘𝚛 𝚢𝚘𝚞! 

𝙸 𝚍𝚎𝚏𝚎𝚗𝚍𝚎𝚍 𝚢𝚘𝚞! 

𝙸 𝚌𝚘𝚟𝚎𝚛𝚎𝚍 𝚏𝚘𝚛 𝚢𝚘𝚞!"

"𝑇ℎ𝑒𝑛 𝑤ℎ𝑦 𝑎𝑟𝑒 𝑤𝑒 𝑒𝑣𝑒𝑛 ℎ𝑎𝑣𝑖𝑛𝑔 𝑡ℎ𝑖𝑠 𝑝𝑟𝑜𝑏𝑙𝑒𝑚 𝑟𝑖𝑔ℎ𝑡 𝑛𝑜𝑤?"

"𝙱𝚎𝚌𝚊𝚞𝚜𝚎 𝚝𝚑𝚊𝚝'𝚜 𝚎𝚡𝚊𝚌𝚝𝚕𝚢 𝚝𝚑𝚎 𝚝𝚑𝚒𝚗𝚐,

𝙸 𝚌𝚊𝚗'𝚝 𝚔𝚎𝚎𝚙 𝚌𝚘𝚟𝚎𝚛𝚒𝚗𝚐 𝚏𝚘𝚛 𝚊 𝚐𝚒𝚛𝚕 𝙸 𝚍𝚘𝚗'𝚝 𝚔𝚗𝚘𝚠,"

"𝐷𝑟𝑎𝑐𝑜 𝑠𝑡𝑜𝑝,

𝐼 𝑛𝑒𝑣𝑒𝑟 𝑡ℎ𝑜𝑢𝑔ℎ𝑡 𝑡ℎ𝑖𝑛𝑔𝑠 𝑤𝑜𝑢𝑙𝑑 𝑔𝑜 𝑡ℎ𝑖𝑠 𝑓𝑎𝑟, 

𝐼𝑡'𝑠 𝑛𝑜𝑡 𝑠𝑢𝑝𝑝𝑜𝑠𝑒𝑑 𝑡𝑜 𝑏𝑒 𝑙𝑖𝑘𝑒 𝑡ℎ𝑖𝑠"

"𝙸 𝚜𝚊𝚌𝚛𝚒𝚏𝚒𝚌𝚎𝚍 𝚎𝚟𝚎𝚛𝚢𝚝𝚑𝚒𝚗𝚐 𝚏𝚘𝚛 𝚢𝚘𝚞, 

𝙼𝚢 𝚍𝚒𝚐𝚗𝚒𝚝𝚢, 

𝙼𝚢 𝚏𝚊𝚖𝚒𝚕𝚢'𝚜 𝚛𝚎𝚙𝚞𝚝𝚊𝚝𝚒𝚘𝚗, 

𝙼𝚢 𝚋𝚕𝚘𝚘𝚍𝚢 𝚕𝚒𝚏𝚎, 

𝙰𝚗𝚍 𝚢𝚘𝚞 𝚌𝚊𝚗'𝚝 𝚎𝚟𝚎𝚗 𝚝𝚎𝚕𝚕 𝚖𝚎 𝚢𝚘𝚞𝚛 𝚗𝚊𝚖𝚎?"

"𝑌𝑜𝑢'𝑟𝑒 𝑑𝑟𝑎𝑔𝑔𝑖𝑛𝑔 𝑡ℎ𝑖𝑠 𝑠𝑖𝑡𝑢𝑎𝑡𝑖𝑜𝑛 𝑤𝑎𝑦 𝑜𝑢𝑡 𝑜𝑓 𝑝𝑟𝑜𝑝𝑜𝑟𝑡𝑖𝑜𝑛!"

"𝙸'𝚖 𝚗𝚘𝚝! 

𝙸'𝚖 𝚛𝚎𝚊𝚕𝚕𝚢 𝚗𝚘𝚝 𝚊𝚗𝚍 𝚒𝚏 𝚢𝚘𝚞 𝚖𝚊𝚢𝚋𝚎 𝚝𝚘𝚘𝚔 𝚝𝚑𝚎 𝚝𝚒𝚖𝚎 𝚝𝚘 𝚐𝚎𝚝 𝚝𝚘 𝚔𝚗𝚘𝚠 𝚖𝚎 𝚒𝚗𝚜𝚝𝚎𝚊𝚍 𝚘𝚏 𝚓𝚞𝚜𝚝 𝚝𝚘𝚢𝚒𝚗𝚐 𝚠𝚒𝚝𝚑 𝚖𝚎 𝚊𝚕𝚕 𝚝𝚑𝚎 𝚝𝚒𝚖𝚎 𝚢𝚘𝚞'𝚍 𝚜𝚎𝚎 𝚝𝚑𝚊𝚝"

"𝚈𝚘𝚞 𝚍𝚘𝚗'𝚝 𝚔𝚗𝚘𝚠 𝚊𝚗𝚢𝚝𝚑𝚒𝚗𝚐 𝚊𝚋𝚘𝚞𝚝 𝚖𝚎, 

𝙰𝚗𝚍 𝙸 𝚍𝚘𝚗'𝚝 𝚔𝚗𝚘𝚠 𝚊𝚗𝚢𝚝𝚑𝚒𝚗𝚐 𝚊𝚋𝚘𝚞𝚝 𝚢𝚘𝚞 𝚎𝚒𝚝𝚑𝚎𝚛!"

"𝙸𝚝'𝚜 𝚕𝚎𝚜𝚜 𝚍𝚊𝚗𝚐𝚎𝚛𝚘𝚞𝚜 𝚏𝚘𝚛 𝚝𝚑𝚎 𝚋𝚘𝚝𝚑 𝚘𝚏 𝚞𝚜 𝚝𝚑𝚒𝚜 𝚠𝚊𝚢"

"𝐷𝑟𝑎𝑐𝑜 𝑝𝑙𝑒𝑎𝑠𝑒,

𝑊𝑒 𝑐𝑎𝑛 𝑠𝑜𝑟𝑡 𝑡ℎ𝑖𝑠 𝑜𝑢𝑡"

𝐷𝑜𝑛'𝑡 𝑔𝑜,"

Draco Malfoy tossed his letter opener in his rubbish bin as his owl brought yet another envelope to his window. This newest letter soon followed. He wouldn't be needing either for a while.

He got up and began walking to the Room of Requirements. "Remember the mission," he thought to himself. But no matter how hard he tried, he just couldn't seem to clear his mind. In a final attempt to focus, the pale boy raised his wand to his temple and muttered a single word.

"Obliviate."

And just like that, she was gone from his mind. 

So when the girl came running through the halls, rambling on about roses and violets to reveal her identity to him, he had no idea who she was or what she was on about.