n/a: be prepared ladies n gents this chapter is long, grab a snack , get cozy and enjoy !

I walked into a lavishly-set hall, the Grand hall was almost unrecognisable. The tables had been disguised with a beautiful eggshell coloured table cloth. On each table a dimly lit candle had been placed to capitulate a sort of 'homely' feeling.

Tiny hand made placeholder cards had been made for each parent and student. They were each colour coded to their appropriate houses. I slowly slip from my peering spot as I make my way towards the Gryffindor table, being fully aware that a prefect could jump out and report me for snooping at any moment.

I scavenge my way through each seat, turning over every single card that was set. I finally face mine. Right at the front, the tiny card painted with the iconic Scarlett and Red was placed ever so neatly on the table.

"Lilith Malfoy-Quimby" I whisper with relief

For once in my 7 years at Hogwarts they'd finally gotten my name correct. I slowly turn around to face the other card on my right, expecting it to be my beloved mother Allison or my caring father John. But alas, they had made a mistake once again. I hold the card up in my eye view, a stray tear from my encounter with Rose makes it debut again as it slowly rolls down my hollow cheek.

"Hermione Jean Granger-Weasley; Gryffindor Alumni, Mother of Rose Granger-Weasley and Lilith Malfoy" I murmur softly as my voice begins to turn hoarse.

I felt my hands shake, I wasn't scared, I was enraged. I crumble the paper up as I slowly set it down on the fire; my pout turning into a grin.

One of the Ravenclaw prefects spots me in my heinous act. She pushes me out of the way and begins to stamp repeatedly over the piece of paper until it's flames had been jaded.

"What In God's name did you think you were doing, you could've burnt this whole place down." she whines as she picks up the remains of the paper that hadn't burnt out.

"I won't say much, I won't say who I am. But I will say this. Hermione isn't and will never be my mother in any circumstance . My mother is Allison Quimby and my name is Lilith Malfoy Quimby. I was just stating a fact of frustration. Hermione's not my mum and Draco's not my dad" I cross my arms and I look down at my shoes as I mumble the last verse of my speech. As I slowly lift my head up the prefect looks at me in a weird way.

"We were just following McGonagall's orders, she stated we had to follow what was written when students were enrolled at Hogwarts. You were put down with both parents being Hermione and Draco with Allison and John Quimby being your primary caregivers"

She walks me out of the Grand Hall and points me to the direction of the entrance to the school.

"Parents Day starts now, If I was you I would pull yourself together and join in on the enjoyment. I know about your story, almost everyone does by now. I'll change the place holders for Allison and John." She smiles at me as she makes a 'shoo' gesture.

I walked towards the crowds of students standing at the entrance of the castle as the doors were dramatically opened. Out came an overflow of parents, some recognizable faces and others that were totally fresh. I try to swim my way past the thousands of parents that had now swarmed and invaded the castle.

I walk further to try and find mum and dad; had they forgotten the date? .

"Lils, Oh my sweet Lils!" a familiar voice squeaks

"Mum!" I jumped into the arms of my mother, who even at her sort of old age could still uphold the weight of a 17-year old girl.

I examined how much she had changed from the period I hadn't seen her. Her hair was no longer in a messy tied up bun, but instead she had let her hair down and she had trimmed it to her shoulders. Her glasses didn't have the little smear at the side like they used to, they were polished and were so clean you could clean fine china on them.

I squeeze her hand as I walk down the corridor to the Grand Hall "where's Dad-"

Mum takes in a sharp intake of breath "Working, he has an important case at the ministry" she sighs

Of course he was, typical Dad sometimes it was like his job was more important than spending any time with his daughter.

As we enter the Grand Hall I'm suddenly tapped softly on the shoulder. I lifted my head up slightly to see who it was as I stood in bear shock after the realization. It was him, his pale grey orbs, his hair as white as snow; Draco.

" Allison pleasure to meet you here" he jokes sarcastically to mum , my mother laughs but I know it's not in the slightest sincere. I darted a disgusted look in his direction, how in God's name was I his offspring.

He looks at me and doesn't talk for a few seconds, then he smirks. " Lilith, look how much you've grown. I can't believe you're already 17 years old!. It feels just like yesterday when you were in diapers."

I rolled my eyes but I put on a fake smile to hide my rage. He wasn't even in my life when I was in diapers.

"Thanks, Drac-"

I'm interrupted by Pansy and her husband, and Athena and her two brothers stand at their side.

"Draco Malfoy is that really YOU" Pansy throws her hands around Draco. Forgetting that her husband was still present she gives him a 'friendly kiss' on the cheek.

Draco awkwardly smiles as he returns her compassionate hug with a handshake.

"Where's Astoria? Scorpius?" Pansy remarks

Draco points to the Slytherin table " over there, just talking" he huffs as he repeatedly scratches his head.

I could tell he was trying to lure them away from where he was standing it was written all over his face. I cover my mouth as I try not to laugh but Athena catches me off guard and she whispers in the ear of her mother. Athena's father had long drifted away into the crowd, he was probably off somewhere trying to find a less compulsive wife.

"Draco, is this really her. It's the baby-" she looks at me with dumb shock

I look up at my mum motioning her to me a run for it but she nudges me

"It's Lilith actually, Lilith Malfoy and I'm 17-" I grumble.

Before I let the dark haired fuzzball finish her sentence I snatch my mother's hand and I walk away from it all. the awkwardness had reached its full capacity and I wasn't ready to see the outcome.

As we sit in our appropriate places the lights in the room slowly begin to dim, McGonagall walks poisely to the front of the Grand Hall. She too had put on her own formal wear for this event as well.

She clears her throat " Family and Friends, I'm glad to welcome you to Hogwarts Annual Parents Day." she rummages through her pocket and then she brings out a full length piece of parchment.

I knew this might take awhile so I got 'comfy' in the best way I could

"Our school has come a very long way from what we have experienced through the years." she declares "As most of you Alumni know, we once all faced a time of fear, chaos and a survival of our lives. 20 years on from the tragedy, we can only thank our lucky stars that we are still standing as most of our fallen brethren are not." A moment of silence then commences for all the former students and teachers who had died in the Battle of Hogwarts.

As I stand I look amongst the crowd to see where she was, was she hiding; did she decide to not come at all? .

I feel my chest relax as I feel my worries of running into her like a did Draco begin to fade into oblivion. If she wasn't here , then where the hell was Rose she can't still be up in the common room after all this time.

But I was about to have all my processed thoughts answered.

The door creaks open towards the end of the Moment of Silence. It was Hermione, my mother the traitor.

Hermione's dress was coated in a rich fuchsia colour. She had a burgundy coat on top of it and she wore a silver painted wheat chain necklace and little black high heels. I feel my heart sink to my chest as my face begins to turn a dangerous shade of pale white.

She had caught everyone off guard at that point, and as I looked in the direction of Draco I saw him stare at her like a lost puppy dog.

She quickly ducks and runs towards the direction of her best friends with her daughter trying to avoid anymore enamoured looks from anyone else.

And as I sit down as I feel my heart begin to race at speeds I couldn't control. My heartache reaches an unnerving all time high.

Why does she do this to me?

Why does she want me to hurt?