I turned my back towards her and once I thought she was sleeping, I got up and went to the balcony. The gentle breeze blew my hair and the biting cold made my fingers freeze. I grasped the railing tightly and looked at the never-ending clouds in the horizon. The moon was shining brightly and the stars seemed thrice the size.
What have I gotten myself into? I need to return to Hogwarts.. the Death Eaters, the Dark Lord.. he’ll kill me if I don’t kill Dumbledore.
I hung my head. I didn’t want to be a Death Eater. I didn’t want to be like my father. And I didn’t want to murder anyone. But none of these things were in my control.
I angrily clenched my fist. Wasn’t being a Malfoy all about doing anything you want? Then why was my family following that snake? Why didn’t I have my own life? When I was growing up, I had always thought that my future contained manor, money, and the proud Malfoy name. I thought that if there WAS a war, my father would keep me out of it.
That was never going to happen. Father always wanted me to become a Death Eater. But he shouldn’t have let me dream uselessly.
I looked back up at the moon again. But i couldn’t see it. Instead, dark clouds rolled in the sky, blocking the stars and their light. Thunder. A bolt of lightning below me.
“There’s still time you know.” A voice whispered from somewhere behind me.
I whirled around, thinking it was Granger, but it was only the maiden ghost.
“Time for what?” I asked.
“Time for you to walk the right path.” She said softly.
“How do you-”
“I know everything about what happens in my house. I can also read your mind.” She explained.
“Great. The only thing missing was a mind-reader.” I huffed.
“I’m serious. You are going to pay heavily if you continue on the path you’re on.” She warned.
I scoffed. “Are you a Seer now?”
“I don’t need to be a Seer to know that good will always win. Even if not immediately. You might win now, but in the future, good will always vanquish evil.” She floated and stopped infront of me.
“I’m not evil.” I argued. I wasn’t. I didn’t want to do this. Maybe I DID believe in blood purity, but it doesn’t mean I’m evil. I looked down, thinking hard.
“The world will not be destroyed by those who do evil, but by those who watch them without doing anything.” She quoted.
“There’s nothing I can do. My own parents are on the evil side. I can’t just betray my parents?” I asked, looking up. But she was gone, leaving me in more confusion than before, although things seemed a lot clearer.
Today was the first day in the house. I got up and went to the kitchen. To my surprise, there was a whole feast. Bacon, sausages, pumpkin juice, coffee, toast, fruit salad, eggs, tea, and pancakes.
“All for you. While you’re here, you won’t have to worry about your nutrition.” The make ghost suddenly appeared from under the table, his head poking out from the pancakes.
“Oh thank you. I thought we’d stay starved.” I said thankfully.
I piled some bacon and eggs into my plate and filled a cup of coffee. I noticed the male staring at me.
“What’s your name by the way?” I asked him out of curiosity.
“John.” He answered simply. He didn’t offer his surname, and I thought asking might irritate him.
I ate a little more, but he didn’t move.
Finally he said,“What are you both to eachother?”
“Enemies.” I answered after swallowing. “I hate him. And I have good reasons to.”
“Oh.” He sounded disappointed. “Enjoy your meal.” He nodded, before disappearing to wherever he went.
I stood up to put my plate away when I bumped into something tall and firm.
“What the heck Granger! Watch where you’re going!” Malfoy snapped. I rolled my eyes and went to the sink. To my delight and surprise, the plate washed itself and flew to the stacks.
“Woah. I didn’t know you could cook Granger. But I’m still not going to eat it. You might have poisoned it.”
“Shut up. It was provided by John.” I said.
He raised an eyebrow. “Don’t tell me you found a way to get your secret muggle boyfriend here Granger.”
I slapped my palm against my forehead. “John is the ghost, you brainless ferret.”
“Oh.” He nodded. “Then it will be edible.”
I shook my head angrily and ALMOST punched him, but then I thought about it. If I punched him, it would be wrong. Because then the fruit salad he was eating would be drop to the ground and get wasted.
For the fruit salad.
I took a deep breath and went to the living room. I looked around and for the first time I realised that the only thing in the room was one armchair. There was no bookshelves, or rug, or even a cushion.
“Wha-” I started, looking around confusedly. “I’d hardly call this a living room.”
“As empty as the room, empty your mind. Think about what is needed, but only to be kind.” A voice said behind me.
I turned around, and saw the maiden. “What?” I asked puzzled.
“That is your second hint. I will not elaborate.” She said simply, and faded away.
“Ghosts never just say things clearly, do they?” I muttered to myself.
Empty your mind, think about what is needed. Hmm.
I closed my eyes and wished for a the book Pride and Prejudice, another armchair with cushions, and a blanket. I opened my eyes and gasped.
Everything I asked for was piled infront of me. I clapped my hands delightedly. Maybe living here wasn’t going to be so hard after all.
AN/: the quote is by Albert Einstein.
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