Family Curses

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Chapter 2: Time to move on.

"Welcome anything that comes to you, but do not long for anything else." -

Andre Gide

To say I was surprised would be an understatement. I had just come back from my chat with Granger. I went for one reason only. I had to do it in order to get my mother a better way of living, even if it´s for just a couple of months. She is going to die and I can’t do anything about it. The only thing I can do is help her be comfortable while she dies.


Granger is helping me do it. At first I was scared she would say no, and I felt anxious too; talking to her was not easy, but knowing now that she’s going to help my mother is a bit reassuring. As I walk through the manor, I can see our lives fading, and I definitely don’t like that. I am not responsible for it, but I can change it.

My mother was cursed by my aunt Bellatrix, and this spell is killing her slowly. The only thing that I know up ‘til now, of this hex, is that it’s very painful. Not everything that happened in the war is my fault, but I know I can change some things now. I know I made some poor decisions, and I have to pay the price. I am no murderer, but I am not innocent for the things I have done.


My mother has been suffering, and I don’t want her spending her last days in a prison; I also acknowledge she is not a favorite person of the world, for so many people out there. But she is my mother, and I’ll do whatever I can so that she can be happy again.


“Mother,” I greet her, as I walk into the dinning room; she is waiting for me, as usual, to talk and eat. It’s mostly what we do these days. She still doesn´t know I went so see Granger alone, and I am sure she’s not going to be happy once she knows.


“Draco, son, come and sit. I was thinking you were not going to have dinner with me today.” She is the most beautiful woman I have ever seen in my life, and she has the brightest smile that ever existed on earth. But again, she is my mother, and I love her very much.


“Mum, you know I would never do that to you, not even in a million years.” I only use my soft voice with her. It makes her feel like I am still a boy and she needs to take care of me. And I let her think that.


“I know, Draco, but you were out for so long, I was wondering if maybe you were on a date.” She is persistent; I should date, I should go out more, I should live my own life. The first time she said it, I was a bit hurt, and she saw it then and started mumbling, “Draco, dear, it is not that I don’t enjoy your company, because trust me, I do, but I hate to see my young boy sitting with his mother on Saturday night.”


“I know you want me to go out more and to have a better and happier life, but you must understand, I want you to be happy as well.”


This was the first time we spoke about Granger and Potter helping us. For Mother, it was terrible, and she only told me that I had no business in her personal life. But she knows different, and I do too.

After a while, she accepted it and told me to do it, to ask for help.


“Now, Draco, you have to see for yourself, and after you do that, well, if you have some time, see for me.” And she meant it. Just thinking she wants me to be happy is giving me more strength.


“Very well, then. Dear, where were you?”


I sit in the chair that belonged to my father, a request from Mother. “I went to see Granger.” Mother is shocked, but I guess that it is more acting than reality.


“I see. Even when I told you I am the one in need, you went like it is your problem.” She pauses and then carries on in a bored voice, “And you went anyway. You only prove that you don’t respect me.”


She thinks that by saying that I will stop and do her commands, but I am not going to. Hermione Granger is, for us, now our only hope, and maybe Potter as well. I keep thinking and thinking I am doing the right thing, and maybe Mother can see it that way too.

“And?” she asked, because she knows I am going to tell her anyway.


“And…well, she is going to do something, I guess.” Granger said she is going to do it - help me, help Mother.


“You guess? I thought you went because you knew she will help me.”


“I did, and I do, but I don’t know what she is going to be doing in order to help us.”


“All right, enough with business. It’s like every time I had dinner with your father, he was always talking business and never paid attention to me.”

“Mum, you know perfectly well that I don’t do that to you.” I tease a little and keep talking. “How was your day?” I ask her this every time.


“If you really want to know.” She said it like she did something bad, naughty, and I can see it in her eyes. Her face is dazzling a bit. “I do, Mum. What did you do?”


“I think I have told you I hate this house, the way it looks, and almost everything that happened here .” She did, and she also told she would make some changes in it.

“You did tell me, so stop avoiding and tell me what you did.”


“Don’t be so dramatic.” I know she is avoiding, I can tell, but she looks happy so I don’t mind. “I bought a new house.”


Well, now I can tell why she was avoiding telling me. So she bought a new house.


“Ok.” She looks up and continues, “ Well, yes, Draco, I did, and I am happy; you are going to love it there.”


“I am now. If you are happy with it, I am too.”


“Now, tell me more about the Granger girl.” I was really hoping she wouldn’t bring up Granger, but alas, I can’t very well control her, can I?


“She told me she is going to help us, and that she will talk to Potter. I told you that already; she just said that.”


“How and why would she do that?” My mother is a bit like her in that way, I think; they have to know every single detail. And even if I never say this to no one at all, I know it’s truth.


“I didn’t ask why, and to tell you honestly, I don’t care, as long as she helps us.”


“You know, son, you keep saying help us. If she does it, she is only helping me.”


The moment she said it, I knew she didn’t want to talk about it anymore. So we eat in silence, and I let her think whatever she wants to. Like I said before, she is my mother, and really my everything.

We drink our tea in the living room, the one that doesn’t bring bad memories.


“I am going to my room now…” I turn my face to look at her, smiling, like I wasn’t used to doing in the past. “Don’t stay up too late; it isn’t healthy.” Then she kisses me on the cheek with so much love and tenderness, I can feel she is saying thank you without the words.


I go to my room; it is there where I read and research my mother’s curse. I take my book from the night table and begin my reading.


The book is dark and doesn’t have an author; that much I was expecting, so it doesn’t take me by surprise.


Mors segni is the curse, but I have so little information I sometimes feel I have none.

That night, I could sleep a little more than the other nights, and I thank Merlin for it. It’s been a few months since I had this much sleep. I keep thinking, I can’t do magic like real wizard, I can’t walk with pride like a real man. I had lost hope of being happy. And how odd it is for me to find out that thinking of a certain brunette is making me happy.


Ok...here is chapt 2...tel me what you think about it. Many thanks to my lovely beta JM (Elizabeth).