Evelyn's POV

"Mother?" I called out quietly. It was around one am, and thank god Draco was sleeping soundly in my room.

"Yes, my dear? Why aren't you sleep?" She replied, grasping my hand in the darkness of her room and leading me to the edge of her bed.

"Well, I asked
Professor Snape about something I was experiencing in school," I began, "I... I am able to speak as though I'm a Parselmouth. He said it may be possible through heritage, but how...?"

"Ah."

"Ah, what? Tell me, please!" I begged.

"I knew this day would come. You see, You-Know-Who is an ancient man now, is he not? He's around seventy years old," my mother explained.

"And..." I urged, impatiently.

"When he was around twenty, he had some... Relations. It just so happens that the woman he had an interest in is your grandmother - your father's mother."

I frowned instantly, "Why have I not been told?"

"You understand what this means? Voldemort is your grandfather! Whatever you do, do not go looking for him! And do not seek mercy from that man, he tried to murder your father!" My mother shouted.

I heard commotion from my room. I rushed to the door and met Draco in the hallway.

I brought his lips to mine quickly before pushing him back towards my room, "Go back to sleep, darling. It's just my mum."

"Okay," he mumbled sleepily, "Come back soon."

"I shall," I said, before retreating back into my mother's room and saying to her, "Grandfather or not, that... man is not to be forgiven."

"I'm glad to hear it," my mother admitted. "You must keep Draco safe. I know that you love him."

"Wait, was Father a Parselmouth, too?"

My mother smiled, "Yes, he is. Instead of killing your father, he planted his power into him in hopes that he would be a Death Eater. But, my dear, he killed him mercilessly when he didn't turn to him. His own son!"

"That is why I wished to be a witch," I said, turning to leave, "Goodnight."

I found my way back to Draco, and cried in his arms. I awoke him accidentally, and told him everything.

"Perhaps Voldemort is unaware?" He suggested, "He made no attempts to mention your father, did he?"

I shook my head, "He's playing safe. I can feel it. If a part of him was in my father, a part of him was in me. And he's scared to lose my loyalty. I know it."

"To think, your own grandfather doesn't know you're a squib..."