Chapter 29 The Truth will out
Power surged between them, deeper now complete. Whole. And with it— Draco remembered. Flashes tore through him— That night, the dreams came again— but this time… they did not break. Draco stood in the middle of a field. Tall grass brushed against his hands as he ran—ran—not as a king, not as a weapon, but as something lighter. “Catch me, daddy!” The sound of laughter rang out—his own voice, small and bright. Behind him, strong arms swept him up effortlessly, spinning him through the air. “I’ve got you,” his father laughed, deep and warm. The world was full. Alive. His brothers and sisters darted through the grass, chasing one another, their joy echoing through the trees. The forest beyond welcomed them, sunlight spilling through the leaves. And there— His mother. Her pre
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