Yzabelle:

“Who?” I asked.

Draco looked in the dark, then back to the spooky gate.

“Let’s go.” He said without answering my question. “They’re waiting for us.”

As much as I wanted to insist that he answer me, I didn’t get the chance. Draco held my hand as the gate opened on its own. He guided me inside and every step we made, my heart seemed to drum so hard I could feel every hard beat.

I had never been this nervous all my life.

I turned to Dad to see how he felt, but his face was devoid of emotions as always. He turned back to me.

“Relax, sweetie,”...