Life of a Malfoy ch. 14

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"Can you please tell us what's going on?" Ron whined. 

"I don't even know what's going on, I admitted, and clenched my teeth together. I was scared, like a child. My heart was pounding against my chest frantically. 

"Did you have a vision, then?" Harry asked me.

"I think so.." My face was getting hot and I felt like crying. "Well, I don't- I don't know..." I whimpered the last part. No, I wasn't going to cry. I was stronger than that. 

I took a deep breath in, then out. Again, in and out. I turned to Harry.

"I think I did have a vision, Harry," I told him. 

"So? What's going to happen now that you've had a vision? Bellatrix Lestrange is going to kill Voldemort and reign as the Mrs. Dark Lord?" Ron said, using his stupid sarcastic humor. 

"No, you don't get it, Ron," Hermione said. She was talking as if she understood my problem. Did she? 

"Really? Try me," Ron said.

 "It was a vision of my mum, and someone who may be my brother. I don't know if it was real or not, but I know it was my mum." My voice was getting heavy, wanting to make me choke up and cry. 

"Oh." Ron said, taken aback.

"Yeah.." I whispered. There was dead silence in the room for a few seconds, leading me to my thoughts. What if that was my mother? Did she even know I was alive now? 

"So you're sure that's your mum?" Harry said, having not spoken in a few minutes. I kept my poker face, and tried not to smile.

"Yeah, I'm sure."

                                                                                                                                                                                                                                                                                                                                                                           

                                                                                                                                                                                      I woke up early the next morning, and changed out of my pajamas. I grabbed my school bag and headed downstairs, sitting on my favourite chair by the fire. The house elves hadn't started serving breakfast yet, as it being only five thirty in the morning. I think they started at six? Whatever, it didn't matter anyway. 

I thought about napping on the chair until breakfast came around. It was a good idea, given I hardly got any sleep the previous night. But I knew I wouldn't be able to fall asleep, so I wasn't going to bother trying.

There was double Transfiguration today - great.. - and no Charms! I was never the best person at Charms anyway.. But then again, Transfiguration wasn't really my thing either.

I pulled a blank piece of parchment out of my bag and started doodling on it.

Time slowly passed, and it was finally 6:15 am. I was hungry, and my stomach started to rumble. I remembered that I hadn't eaten anything yesterday evening. Crap. 

People had already came through the common room and gone to breakfast, so it must be ready. There were two other people in the common room currently, and I was still sitting on my chair by the fire. 

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