𝐔𝐍𝐃𝐄𝐑𝐖𝐎𝐑𝐋𝐃

𝙲𝚑𝚊𝚙𝚝𝚎𝚛 𝟸 - 𝙼𝚘𝚞𝚗𝚝 𝙾𝚕𝚢𝚖𝚙𝚞𝚜

Draco Malfoy

Change wasn't good enough to describe Hecie's behaviour after this summer. She wasn't strange or change out of the blue. No, that was way more complicated than that. She had that odd self-confidence in herself, it could have been a good thing if it weren't the result of her spending the whole summer in dark arts books. She even started to train with Bella to handle knives and daggers in the dungeon of the Malfoy Manor. She used to say, "It's all right Draco, I have to know how to protect myself at some point, I don't plan on killing anybody else than Dumbledore." When I told her that she scared me with her obsession with death and I used to believe her.

No, a change wasn't what happened to Hecie this summer, she was becoming a new person, she was rising from her ashes. 

I shared my worries with my mother but at the moment, she wasn't ready to face them. Deep down, she knew something happened with Hecie. It was only easier to act like it never did, so she kept on ignoring my calls.

When Hecie wasn't training with Bellatrix in the basement, she was in her bedroom, reading poetry and horror. She was still bookish, but it seemed like her passion grew up that year too. She found satisfaction in those, she found a world, somehow darker, a world she could relate to somehow. I knew her books weren't all wizard. She had more of them than there were wizards in the United Kingdom, but as a way to preserve her privacy, I always acted as if I was ignorant on the matter.

I think I would have cared if it weren't Hecie. If she considered their literature interesting enough to read it, who was I to complain ? I hated them, sure. They were pathetic and magicless. They once came for us, they killed us and called us abomination. Muggles weren't good people and I didn't want to have anything to do with them. So did Hecie in some way. The only kind of muggle literature she accepted to talk about was the Mythological one, our world was closely related to it. I even thought that if the wizarding world was religious, it would have been in that kind of religion we would put our faith on. I preferred the polytheist religions, anayway. In my mind it covered our human perspective a lot more than the monotheist ones did. But then again, who was I to talk about religion ? I wasn't the religious type, but muggles seemed to enjoy the one god trope more than us, magical beings. I heard that most of them were monotheists, and I knew that most wizards were polytheists. It obviously depends on where you were living but mythology was all around us. The big three were Greek, Nordic, and Egyptian mythologies, obviously, but there was so much folklore, myths, and legends in our culture.

Hecie was the Greek type. She believed in those gods and goddesses. It wasn't my thing, but if I had to choose, the Nordic was the most interesting in my opinion - if I considered it as legends and not as a real thing. I wasn't religious, again. I remembered when Hecie, while jumping on my bed, said, "Dray, love, we're closer to Mount Olympus than any other human-being had ever been. Imagine us, climbing the white marble stairs of the palace, a khiton as a garment. I would befriend some of the greatest goddesses, like Artemis." Then I jumped on the bed, next to her, and asked which god would be my partner in crime, "APOLLO," she shouted, and added "You're the poet of my heart, darling." Still jumping. "If I'm a poet, you must be my muse, Hecie," I said, holding her hands. "I'm no one muse, my dear. If you're a poet, then I shall be poetry," she laughed.

I wish our lives could have been like that day forever, full of laughter and poetry, but gods - if they ever existed - had another destiny planned for the both of us.

Thinking about our tasks took the main part of our summer. I chose to be discrete and focused. Hecie chose not to care. I wanted to end the old man's life by cursing him with an ancient necklace or poisoning, but she chose to do it by saying the killing curse, face-to-face. No matter how much in disagreement we were about the way to proceed, there was one thing we were both sure of; we needed to find a way to sneak the Death Eaters into the school. Apparating wasn't an option, it was impossible.