Rage (sequel to 'Silence')

by Serinah

"My name is Blaise Zabini and I'm painfully in love with a wife of another man, Ginny Malfoy." For Draco there are no happy endings. However happy you are for a while inevitably everything ends, and sometimes you'd do anything to turn back time. For Ginny the end of her marriage is even more painful than its beginning. People are never who they seem, especially Malfoys. (No G/B.)

Prologue

Dark. My heart's pounding in my chest thud-thud-thud. It's so loud that it drowns out everything else and even my body moves in its rhythm although I'm lying down. I think I'm lying down because it's a struggle because my enemy is right here.

My name is echoing through the vast space. He's calling me.

I try to open my eyes, but my eyelids are frozen solid. Cold. Trapped. Cold. My wand is in my hand but I can't raise it and there is no voice when I open my mouth.

I cannot scream.

I'm standing on the ice, but I have no shoes and it's so bloody cold and I can't see him. Only dark shapeless shadows in the fog and I have no coat. He's here. Behind me.

"Blaise," somebody says then.

I don't answer. Every time I turn, he's behind me, behind me, behind me. I know it's him because he's always been behind me, the bastard. That nasty smirk, that cruel laugh-

"Blaise."

"Blaise."

"Malfoy," a distant voice calls and I wake up.

It's still dark and cold and all I hear is my panicked gasps for air and the low buzz in my head. I open my eyes to see my bedroom, but the voice of my saviour must have been a part of the dream because I'm all alone here. I try to sit up but I can't even lift a finger and then I scream and scream and scream, although in this world too I have no voice.

And I know that he's still here, lurking in the shadows. My father. No, not my father, but him. He's here, he's here, he'sherehe'sherehe'shere. In my mind I trash around on the bed, but my body's paralysed and the cold sweat is the only thing I can feel beside the numb terror.

"Blaise, Blaise, Blaise Zabini," someone chants and I hate the cold dispassionate voice taunting me.

And then I wake up again. I don't feel relieved because my bedroom is still very dim and there's no one here and somehow it doesn't feel right. Not right at all. When I hear his laugh echoing through the vast space I know that I'm not here, but still asleep. No escape.

I inhale the thick humid air and I tell myself to wake up, because it's not the first time I'm trapped in my own nightmare of false awakenings. It's cold, so cold, so cold that I can't move my eyeballs, can't blink, but I can see it coming straight at me and I scream, "Wake up, wake upwakeupwakeupwakeup!"

Suddenly I'm standing in front of a mirror looking at my enemy's face – olive skin, dark eyes, dark hair. No. This is not him but me, I realise and the image blends into a paler complexion and fair hair and skin and the next thing I know I'm staring into the dead eyes of my father, except it can't be him. But he is me and I'm confused.

No, no, no, no, I try to say, but the lips of the image in the mirror don't move at all and I can't get the words out.

And then I wake up.

A/N: I know it's not much and the truth be told, the rest is a very long time coming. I am very sorry if many of you got enthusiastic about the sequel, but I just had to post this bit, because it has been on my computer for ages already and I haven't felt like writing it for a long time. Now though I decided to give myself a push. If this tidbit is already up, I might make myself write and maybe some of my faithful readers will kick my butt about it occasionally. That also helps. Thanks to all the people who's commented on 'Silence' and have supported me through writing and posting it.

Serinah

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