The Secret We Share In Dark || Draco x Reader ||

Previously:

I raised an eyebrow. "Weird... but nice," I said, unable to hide my smile. Harry ignored me, kneeling down to his owl. "Do you like it?" he asked, his voice soft. Hedwig hooted in response, the sound warm and happy. It was clear she liked her name.

.......

We walked back to The Leaky Cauldron, the weight of everything still hanging heavy in the air. Neither of us spoke; we were lost in our thoughts, trying to process everything we'd just learned.

Hagrid seemed to notice the silence and gave us a sideways glance. "You two all right? You've been awfully quiet."

I turned to him, my voice steady but filled with the kind of sadness I could no longer hide. "He killed our parents, didn't he?" I asked softly.

Harry nodded, showing Hagrid the scar on his forehead. "The one who gave us this," he added. Hagrid sighed deeply, his expression turning serious. "You know, don't you, Hagrid? We know you do," Harry pressed, his voice a mix of desperation and curiosity.

Hagrid pushed his bowl away and leaned forward, his face grim. "First of all, and understand this, both of you, it's very important. Not all wizards are good. Some go bad." He paused for a moment, as if choosing his words carefully. "A few years ago, there was one wizard who went as bad as you can go."

He stopped himself, his throat tightening. "His name was... V-..." He faltered, clearly struggling to say the name, as if the mere mention would summon something darker

I could see Hagrid struggle with saying the name, and I couldn't help but suggest, "Maybe just write it down." Hagrid shook his head, looking uncomfortable. "No... I can't spell it," he muttered. After a long pause, he leaned in closer and whispered, "Voldemort."

"Voldemort?" we both echoed, the name feeling strange on our tongues. "Shh!" Hagrid's eyes darted around, panic flashing across his face. "Keep your voices down!" We glanced around to make sure no one had overheard, the weight of the name making everything feel tense.

Hagrid sighed deeply, his hands trembling slightly as he set his bowl aside. "It was a dark time. Voldemort... he started gathering followers. Anyone who stood against him well, they didn't make it. Your parents fought him, but... nobody survived once he set his mind on killing them."

He looked at us both with a sorrowful gaze, pausing before finishing quietly, "Nobody... except you two."

"Us? Voldemort tried to kill... us?" Harry asked, his voice filled with disbelief. "But why?" I added, my own confusion rising.

Hagrid looked at us seriously. "Yes. Those aren't just ordinary cuts on your foreheads. A mark like that only comes from a curse... and a dark one at that."

"But what happened to... to You-Know-Who?" Harry asked, his voice trembling slightly.

Hagrid leaned back, looking thoughtful. "Well, some say he died. But that's codswallop in my opinion. I reckon he's still out there, just too tired to go on. One thing's for sure, though something about you two stumped him that night. That's why you're famous. That's why everyone knows your names. You're the twins who lived."

"I hope he's really gone," I muttered under my breath, staring down at the reflection in my soup, the reality of everything sinking in.

We arrived at King's Cross Station, and I noticed several people eyeing Hagrid with a mixture of curiosity and suspicion. "What's all the staring about?" Hagrid growled. I stifled a laugh, watching the poor men scramble off in the other direction.

Hagrid glanced at his pocket watch and cursed softly. "Blimey, is that the time? Sorry, Harry, Y/n, but I've got to leave you here. Dumbledore'll be wanting to see me. Your train leaves in ten minutes." He handed us our tickets, his face softening for a moment. "You'll be fine. Don't forget platform nine and three-quarters."