Truly Pure (A Harry Potter Fanfiction)

Chapter Two

Child

"Like hell she will!" Draco shoots up from his seat, furious. "You expect a little girl to be a spy for the Dark Lord? Are you out of your mind?"

"Draco, sit down," Father's voice is as cold as ice. "I will not have you speak to me like that. I'm only letting you off now because your sister's here."

"What're gonna do, are you-"

"Sit down, NOW!"

Father's flashing eyes glare at Draco, spitting a fire that only he possesses. Draco shakes his head before sitting back down and next to me.

"Now," Begins Father. "Of course, she'll be in Slytherin; no doubt about that. Mad, you can't talk to anyone, though, not even your brother. Nobody can know you two are related."

"How will we conceal how I'm in this family?" I ask.

"We will forge a new last name for you with some rather complicated magic."

A heavy silence consumes the air, and it's so dense, I feel as if I would be able to cut it with a knife. I turn to Mother and Draco, who are gazing at me in a begging way, and then to Father. Even though he doesn't show it well, it seems that he's pleading too, but probably for a different reason.

"I'll take it," I breathe. "I'll take the task." Father nods his head swiftly before grabbing his cane.

"Good. I'll notify the Dark Lord immediately. Come, Narcissa." Mother trails behind him, but not before looking at me and shaking her head, as if she's disappointed. I wish I knew what, or who, she is disappointed in.

     Their footsteps fade away, and I hesitantly glance at my brother, who's frowning at the open doors. I touch his arm, and his head swivels in my direction.

     "Why did you accept his offer?" He questions in a demanding, yet quiet, voice. "Do you know what you just did?"

     "Of course I know, Draco. I'm going to be a spy at Hogwarts and keep an eye on Potter and his friends."

     He chuckles darkly, staring at the ground.

     "Oh, you did way more than that, Mad," His gaze shoots to me, and the intensity of it shocks me. "You just associated yourself with the Dark Lord. You're now one of his little minions, and there's nothing we can do to change that."

     "I became one of his minions when I was born into this family," I spit back. "Besides, I just saved your arse."

     "I don't need saving!" He shouts. I shrink back into my seat, peaking into the hallway to see if anyone is coming. He makes sure nobody's going to us as well, but still sits as straight as a board.

     "I don't need saving," He repeats once the coast is clear. "I can look after myself."

     "Not when it comes to He-Who-Shall-Not-Be-Named," I counter, standing up. "If I refuse to do as he says, he'll kill us all. Would you like that?" He opens his mouth to speak, but shuts it almost immediately, at a loss for words.

     "Of course I wouldn't like that," He finally responds. "But that doesn't mean you should be the one to look after us. You're only eleven, Mad; remember that."

     "I know I'm eleven you dim-wit," I whack his arm. "But there's nothing we can do about this. Let's just forget about this for now and enjoy our summer."

"But what about-"

"For Merlin's sake, can you just shut your mouth for one second?" I cry. "I know this is dangerous. I know it's going to be difficult. I know that I'm going to regret doing this, but I'm doing it for you, Mother, and even Father, because if I wasn't, you would all end up dead, and so would I.

"Don't even try to think that I'm just some stupid child who's doing random things because of her confusion, because I'm not. I may be a child, but when it's time to straighten up and act older than my age, I can. When it comes to remembering things, I easily can. When it comes to decision-making, I can make tough decisions in a heart-beat. And when it comes to putting someone in their place, I can. So stop acting like you know everything, because you don't!"

I rush out of the room, ignoring his calls as I scurry up the stairs. I whiz down the hallways until I reach my room, and I slam the door before locking it in haste.

I head towards my bed and flop onto the mattress, snuggling into the pillows as I bury underneath my comforter.

Does Draco have any faith me? I remember the words he said in the living-room;

"You just associated yourself with the Dark Lord. You're now one of his little minions, and there's nothing we can do to change that."

"But that doesn't mean you should be the one to look after us. You're only eleven, Mad; remember that."

Apparently he doesn't.

I close my eyes and take a deep breath, trying to get the anger boiling in me to subdue.

I'll show Draco he's wrong. I'm not a little kid anymore; he doesn't need to protect me. I can handle this on my own.

I wish I knew how wrong I was at the time. Maybe then that would've changed everything.

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AUTHOR'S QUESTION: If the Dark Lord asked for you to spy on Harry Potter while in Hogwarts, would you accept his offer? Comment your answer down below!