Anathema [Drarry Fanfiction] [ON HOLD]

Chapter 33

As he uncorked the vile and started pouring it into the cauldron, Draco felt nervous about what he was planning to do - especially with the fact that anyone could walk in at any given time.

"Oh screw it" He muttered to himself.

~ 31 October 1981 ~

Draco looked quietly at his surroundings while the witches and wizards passed by him - more like through him, really.

"Come on Isabel" a male's voice called. He looked a lot like Quinton, just more matured — the same strong yaw and fluffy brown hair. The same delicate looking skin and piercing blue eyes.

"Relax Sam, we've still got some time" The woman - Isabel - sighed. She had the same brown hair as Sam, but instead her eyes were moss green and she had a beauty mark on the left corner of her mouth; just like Opal. "And besides, we need to stop by the Potters' on our way home - I thought that I might give them their baby shower gift since we couldn't make it..."

The man smiled before shaking his head in a playful manner. "Alright then, let's go. But afterwards we have to get home - Merlin alone knows what those kids might be up to."

"They've got the Parkinsons, I'm sure they're fine" Isabel chuckled.

The scene shifted from the warm and cozy pub, to the bitter cold air on a dark path that led up to a small house on the corner of the street know as "The De Vere house".

Draco hesitantly followed the young couple up the road, looking around as the memory changed again.

This time Draco was standing in the middle of a nursery - a man and woman cradling a sleeping boy in their arms.

The woman was undeniably beautiful; her eyes were the same colour as Harry's - a beautiful shade of jade whilst mixed into a forest of green. Her long red hair hung over her shoulders while she looked up at her husband. He had the same dorky glasses as Harry and his hair was just as dark; exept it looked like the man had really put in the effort to pick up a brush.

"- James, could you get that?" The woman asked once the sound of knocking echoed through the small house.

Draco thought over the name and looked at the baby one more time before it clicked - how did I not realise this sooner?

He watched as James hurried out the room, leaving Lily alone with baby Harry - the famous scar on his forehead absent.

"... Peter, what are you-"

Draco stumbled backwards as he was pulled out of the memory; violently coughing as he was pushed onto the floor.

"Merlin, Draco!" Harry yelled angrily. "What are you doing!?"

Draco looked at Harry for a moment before frowning. "You twit, I was just about to find out what the hell happened on-"

Harry quickly placed a hand on the blonde's mouth as the sound of footsteps came rushing into the room.

Harry glanced at Draco for a moment before pulling his hand away and peeking out from behind the cauldron.

"Where the hell- Oh" Vivian gasped to herself once she spotted the vile lying on the stack of papers on the desk. "Well that was easy."

Harry and Draco watched quietly as Vivian picked up the vile and made her way back out of the office.

"Let me rephrase that - what the hell are you doing, and why did Vivian just take that vile...?" Harry asked while standing up, extending his hand to Draco.

"I overheard Theodore and Vivian talking last night about that vile" Draco stated while letting the Gryffindor pull him up. "I figured that it wasn't a good idea to let them get it- but then I found this." He said while handing the empty vile to Harry.

Harry inspected it curiously and traced his fingers over the initials.

"Who's P.W ?"

"That's the thing, Harry" Draco sighed. "It stands for Potter and Wither. The contents of that vile holds the last memories of your parents before they died..."

"And it might be the answer to what really happened to the Withers' that night."

(A/N *zoom imaginary camera in on Harry*

*dramatic sound effect*

*image suddenly blacks out*

Aaaand roll the credits!)
(A/N *sobs* I swear I'm normal...)