Larry's POV.
"Where's Lily?" I asked her personal servant but she looks scared, "She wasn't in school today and her room is locked, where the f**k is she?"
“Did you not hear me?” I repeated, my voice lower now, more dangerous. Agnes wouldn’t meet my eyes. She wrung her hands in that pathetic apron, trembling like I’d already slapped her.
“She… didn’t go to school today, sir cause..,” she whispered, voice shaky. “She said she wasn’t feeling well.”
“Unwell?” I took a step forward, towering over her. “Her room’s locked. No one's seen her all day. Try again.”
She swallowed. Her lips parted, but nothing came out.
That told me everything.
She knew.
But she was afraid to say it.
And that fear?
It wasn’t of me.
It was of Draco.
I turned away before I said something that would get her
