It's Okay, Draco

Chapter 32

Christmas holidays, I was one of the first ones to get on the train - like if that would make the trip go faster - and waited impatiently for the train to leave.

Charlotte tried to keep my busy with things, like reading or chatting with her, but, for the first time, I wanted to be with my thoughts, preparing myself for what awaits me when I get home...

As soon as the train arrived, I saw my father, alone, my mother was not besides him, which can mean only one thing.

I ranned towards him and hugged him tight, he looked tired, and hopeless, I've never seen him like this before, even the smile he managed to give me was forced.

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When we arrived home, I ranned towards my mother's room as fast as I could go, stumbling in some things song the way, but eventually got there.

I didn't even knocked on the door, I just burst in the room, and saw my mother, layed in her bed.

It was painful to watch her like that, she was almost as pale as snow, she was so thin that I could almost see the bones of her face, and she got eyebags like I've never saw in my life, she looked so tired, she looked like she hasn't getting sleep in centuries.

With tears already staining my eyes, I walked over her bed, she managed a smile, and I looked into her green eyes, instead of love and joy, they only transmitted pain and suffer, my heart clenched at the view of that.

She, slowly, lift a hand for me to hold it, and so I did, even her own skin was so frail, that I was afraid to touch it, but I gently grabbed her hand, as more tears filled my eyes, and it wasn't even necessary to switch words between us to do that, just the very look of her made me almost sobb, I just didn't because I knew my mother would sobb with me, and I didn't want that to happen.

"Hello, sweetheart." Even her voice was so frail, it didn't even looked like my mother's voice, it was so unrecognizable.

"Mom." I cried out her name, so affected by her appearance.

"Tell me, how...is your...life my dear." She said between coughs, while she managed to smile.

Even in the darkest times she can smile.

"Are you friends with...Charlotte and Matthew again?" She asked still coughing between words.

I knew what she was trying to do, she was trying to have a normal conversation with me, despite all that was happening with her, and I would give her that, is that's what she wanted.

"No mom, I haven't." I said crying.

"Oh, sorry...to hear that..." She said. "And how about...Draco?" She asked softly.

"Well, we-" My father stepping inside cut me off.

"Lara, my dear, I need to speak with your mother, if you don't mind." My father said softly, and I nodded at him.

I looked at my mother again, as if it was the last time I would do so, and stepped outside her room.

The door behind me closed, and like if I losted control of my own bodie, I stepped close to the door so like that my ear would be against the door, and I would be able to hear the whole conversation.

"Elisabeth..." I heard my father footsteps pacing along the room, slowly. "You need to let the healers see you." My father said in a desperate tone.

"It's useless by now...I never liked healers myself...and you...know damn why." My mother said firmly but between coughs. "My mother would have...lived for more...years, if it wasn't because of them."