An Untold Story

The story is about a Ravenclaw named Laura Weather, who is about to enter a dangerous path as she decides to secretly help Draco Malfoy with the task, the dark lord has given him.


10. Astronomy Tower

I had decided to give my astronomy assignment another shot and was on my way to the tower. This time I had with me my books and some pergament to sort of guide me through it all, even though I felt confident enough to make it through this time. When I reached the top of the tower I took a deep breath of fresh air, enjoying the sunrise and the beautiful view. How could it come I never really were here reading? It's really lovely up here. The beauty I saw made me miss my piano, I haven't played on it in almost two years, and at this very moment I was inspired to write some lovely music. I had to stay focused, I was here because of my homework and I really have to finish it today. I sat down and started reading the pages again just to make sure I didn't miss anything. I wished ,after a while of writing, I had my own quick-quotes quill. It would be less writing for my hand and ease the pain I felt at this point, well knowing I had to continue for a while.


I was concentrated on my assignment until I got disturbed by a loud banging noise like someone slang the door loudly. I looked up to see Draco walking up the stairs with his face covered in his hands. I packed my stuff together and stood up by the time he reached the fence. I know I've seen him sobbing before but I somehow felt like this was worse. I stepped closer as I asked him “what's going on?” I knew he wasn't al right and this seemed like a proper question, somehow he didn't seem to think so and his response was clear “get out.” I stayed still, watching him uncover his face turned to the view. I did nothing. “Wasn't I clear enough?” His voice was cold, like he had done something far above his emotional limit. He turned his face to me, and I noticed how tired he looked, like he hadn't slept in weeks. His eyes were sore and red, his face was pale almost reached a colour of grey. “I.. -” I tried to give a response but I was in a shock somehow. “GET OUT” He yelled at me, pulled out his wand and pointed it at my throat. The only words slipping my mouth were “You are no assassin..?” He lifted a brow, before his attitude changed.


I must've pushed a button or something like that, he held his wand still but his cold attitude broke and he was now tearful trying to put himself together. “You don't need to fear me, I won't tell.” I reassured him, but it didn't help much. His wand lowered as he slowly fell apart and I could see him fighting against it. He'd been too strong for too long, he was terrified. I sat down and he soon joined me. We weren't speaking for a while, just sitting there really, until he finally spoke calmly “what would you do if someone was about to kill you, unless you did your task?” I turned my face to face him, but he weren't looking at me. “I would talk to someone already dead.” I thought my response was obvious, but that didn't seem to be an option for him as he almost started sobbing again. “To ask how it was... Or, I would do whatever it took to keep me and my family alive” my next sentence did not really help either, he was tearful again still looking straight forward.


I took a deep breath and didn't think much about my next few words that were about to escape my mouth “I don't really know what's going on, but it seems like you are asked to kill someone, or he'll kill you, right?” He froze, his skin became paler. “And I know enough about the Dark Lord that you cannot escape that fate, but I suppose he didn't quite think about what he said, which leaves me a question. Did he specifically ask you to kill that someone, or did he ask you to make sure that someone got killed?” I realized soon how heartless that sounded, but I truly wanted to help him. Draco slowly turned to face me, as I read his expression he was devastated, panicked, terrified - of what I guessed- was how I have figured this out. This information gave me a clue that something I said was right, guessing Dumbledore would be the most logical target as he helps Potter and Potter is The Dark Lord's biggest enemy. “Leave” his voice was clear, harsh and cold. I just sat still like the other time hoping it would be over soon. “I said leave!” He yelled again, and this time I knew he meant it, something in his voice was very honest.

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