When Your Parents Tell You Bedtime Stories

4

"You can't hide from the truth forever; if you could we'd all be living in a box."

~Does that make sense? Maybe not- Ashley LeeAnn Fredrick

"Truth is like a cup that gets spilled; some people are so quick to wipe it away some don't even know it happened."

~Ashley LeeAnn Fredrick.

"Talk, and this better be good," Persephone said propping her feet up on the desk in the empty classroom. "That was really embarrassing out there," she said. Harry just shrugged his shoulders and made himself comfortable as well, as Draco paced the room.

"You're mother died at the hand of my father, Lucius Malfoy, that night. She helped us greatly in the fight against Voldemort and when it came time to take him down...we couldn't even save her." Draco sat down and pulled the chair close to Persephone. "You used to ask about her so much, why did you stop?"

"Because I knew I hurt you to remember her," she said glaring at him, still angry. "But, if I understand what you were saying out on that field; you're not my father are you? I should have picked up on it a long time ago," she said angry at herself. "I look nothing like you."

"You're a lot like him though," Harry Potter said from his spot. "It's kind of creep really."

"Potter," Malfoy growled not even bother to look at him. "Your mother gave you to my care when she died," he said to Persephone.

"Were you there when she died?" Persephone asked.

"Yes, we both were," Draco said motioning to Harry.

"How did she die?"

"The Impedma; it was a new curse at the time. There's a counter-curse to it now, but then...." Draco stopped.

"I didn't know you were there that night," she commented in a bitter voice.

"A lot of people don't. I was an Auror at the time though and it was my duty."

"Did you love her, my mother?" Persephone asked realizing that maybe they had never shared anything.

Draco swallowed and noticed his hands were trembling. This is why he had avoided this for so long. "Yes, so much," he sighed closing his eyes and trying to close off the memories.

"Did she love you?" Persephone asked.

"I don't know," he said honestly.

"And my father, my real dad?" she asked finding it hard to think that this was not her father sitting in front of her. She had never seen him so emotional before. Draco Malfoy had always been a very closed-off man, and she had admired that about him deeply. She had always secretly imagined her mother being so much like him, so much like herself.

"I think that's enough for today," Harry said standing. "You know now that your mother was killed this day nine years ago, and you know that Malfoy isn't your real father. I think we've shared enough with you."

"And who are you to know?" she asked outraged standing up. "Harry-sodding-Potter I've got news for you; this is none of your business."

"Your mother was my best friend," Harry said angrily trying to remember this girl didn't know anything about Hermione and who she was.

"Why would my mother have been friends with you?"

"Haven't you even tried to find out about your mother? You know her name don't you?"

"Yea, but I wasn't that interested. My mother was dead and there was nothing I could do about it; I knew all I needed to know."

"Maybe you needed to know a little more," Harry said trying to imagine what this girl would do if she found out about her mother. "I know that you haven't been told a whole lot about your mother, and I'm sorry we let that happen. But I thought at least you'd know something. Haven't your teachers mentioned anything to you?"

"My teachers really aren't too taken with me. They just kind of feel sorry for me, I guess. God I hate that. And I don't need you, hero-boy, telling me who my mother was. You probably didn't even know her."

"You're the one that didn't know her," Harry said not believing he was having this discussion with a fifteen-year-old.

"Stop it, the both of you," Draco said standing. "Persephone, I think you've been told enough for today."

"You've hardly told me anything! I've got more questions now then I do answers. Just a name; just give me the name of my father," she said as Draco tried to make it out the door.

Draco cringed at those words. How much he wanted to reply with his name, but he knew that Hermione would understand if he shared a bit of truth with Persephone.

"His name was Blaise Zabini."