Day 20: Draco

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I wake up, my head throbbing. Why was I home? What happened?

Then, I remembered everything. The smoke, Aunt Bellatrix, the scared look in Sasha's eyes when I found her. She was so scared, so hurt, so terrified.

The bed felt lighter, and only then did I realize that Sasha had fallen asleep by the window. She must have gotten up in the middle of the night and fell asleep. She stirs and I rush toward her, calmly stroking her hair until she settles down. Sasha's hazel eyes flutter open.

"Morning," Sasha says lightly.

"How are you doing?" I ask, holding her hand as she stood up.

"I'm scared, Draco. I don't want to go back to Hogwarts." Sasha has never looked more scared. I give her a soft, comforting hug, and she hugs me back. I cup her face in my hands.

"Everything is going to be alright, okay? I promise." I say softly.

"You promise?" Sasha asks skeptically.

"Cross my heart and hope to die," I promise and she smiles.

"We should get back to Hogwarts." I take Sasha's hand and we apparate back to Hogwarts. She changes into her robes, a certain fear making her sadder and slower.

"Are you sure you want to go to class today?" I ask Sasha for the tenth time as we head to Potions.

"Yeah, I'm fine, Draco. Just a bit scared, that's all. If you say that I'll be fine, I believe you," Sasha looks at me with a kind sparkle in her eyes, and I saw that she was truly okay. I have to hand it to her, she's a trouper.

Classes were alright, my friends kept asking if it was the Dark Lord who took Sasha. I kept saying I didn't know.

I kept lying.

I knew what happened that night The Dark Lord has been obsessed with Sasha since she holds special powers. Apparently, when Sasha was born, she gained a special power that makes her magic as powerful as a Pureblood, even though she isn't a full Pureblood. He has been obsessed with obtaining that power.

I had Quidditch practice after classes, so Sasha and I parted ways. When I was finished, I spot Sasha talking to Potter by the dungeons.

"Wait, so when I was kidnapped, your scar started hurting?" Sasha asks in a hushed whisper.

"Strange, don't you think?" Harry asks and Sasha nods.

"I'll see if it means anything in my father's journal since we're cousins and all. In the meantime, we should watch our backs," Sasha continues. Harry looks around and I duck behind a corner.

"You should break up with Malfoy," Harry whispers, and my blood boils.

"He doesn't pose a threat to you or me," Sasha replies cooly. I smile.

"He's a DeathEater," Harry seethes. Sasha rolls her eyes.

"You do realize he did it for me, right? It was the only way I was guaranteed protection. Apparently, that means nothing to You Know Who, but Draco's a good person, he just didn't have a choice," Sasha says with conviction and my heart swells.

"Don't say I didn't warn you," Harry says and walks away. Sasha scoffs and heads into the Slytherin Common Room. I walk in as if nothing happened.

"Hey," I kiss her hair.

"How was practice?" Sasha asks as I sit next to her.

"Fine. What did Potter want?" I ask, regretting it.

"Oh, you saw it? We were talking about his scar, then you, then about how you're not a bad guy, then it was over. You know, typically cousin stuff," Sasha says sarcastically.

I drape an arm on her shoulder. "Is this a typical day at Hogwarts? If so, this year will be interesting," We both chuckle. Sasha pulls out a sketchbook and flips through pages. I stop when I spot a particular one.

"What's this one?" I ask. Sasha smiles. She flips back to the page. It's two hands, one is mine, one is hers. They are linked and held up in a twilight sky.

"That's amazing. I didn't know you were an artist." I kiss her cheek as she blushes.

"It's a pastime. I don't do it as much as I used to." Sasha flips to an empty page and takes out dark pencils. She sketches while we just talk about everything.

"Your birthday is coming up," I note as Sasha outlines something.

"Yeah. It'll be weird without everyone. But, it'll still be fun," Sasha nestles closer into my chest and continues to sketch.

"Draco?" 

"Hm?"

"Remember the numbers I found in my dad's journal?" 

"Yeah..."

"Do you know anything about them?" My heart stops. I could do one of two things:

1) Tell Sasha the truth, or as much as I actually know. Then, she'll get some closure, but endlessly search through her dad's journal, making her obsessed with finding the meaning of the number to her.

2) Lie and have her keep thinking about it in the back of her mind.

"I...." I was so conflicted.

"It's okay, you can tell me," Sasha says soothingly.

"The thing is, I have an idea of what it could be, but not definitely," Sasha turns to face me, gets her leather journal, and opens it to a fresh page. I chuckle a bit.

"The first would be an inmate number at Azkaban, the magical prison," I explain as Sasha takes notes. "What were the numbers again?" I ask.

"422104," Sasha says, making a note in her book.

"It could also be a combo of both a cell number and a inmate number," I continue and Sasha thinks.

"My dad is a prisoner?" She asks, appalled.

"I know just as much as you," I say, leaning back. Sasha nods.

"Well, that's good to know. Anyways, I have to study with some friends. I'll see you later?" Sasha kisses me goodbye and heads out. I head to the Room of Requirements to work on the cabinent.

Also known as the bane of my existence.

I work and work, trying to fix it up to avoid getting killed. I stare at the cabinet. Why?

Why me?

Why was I born into this? Why did I not have a choice?

It's not fair, all I want to be is normal. 

I crumble. No one could save me but myself.

A pair of footsteps walk past the Room and I hear all too familiar voices.

"Sasha, right?" One asks.

"That's me," Sasha replies.

"You're not really dating Malfoy, are you?" The other asks.

"Is there a problem?" Sasha asks, losing her patience.

"He's bad news, Sasha. I keep telling you this," That I recognize as Harry. The other two must be Granger and Weasel.

"Harry, as my cousin, I know that you want to give your two cents. But for this once, can you please let me do my thing?" Sasha asks with a snarky hint.

"But Sasha.."

"Enough. I asked you not to study, not to give me grief about Draco. I'm heading to the library to study. I'll see you all later," Sasha stalks off. I hear the Golden Trio huff and split up. I snicker, finish up for the night, and head to the library.

Why was Potter being so protective of Sasha? What are they hiding from me?

A/N: Hey everyone! Sorry I didn't write this weekend, I was a bit busy. But, I'm back and have a lot in store for you guys ;)


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