In your head
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In your head
Draco tossed and turned, the sheets wrapping around his body. The memories fresh in his mind. The image of them. There he was. Same place every night, in the middle of the battle. The flash of the curse firing around him. He watched everyone he knew and care about go.. He watched as the curse hit them. She watched the desperate look in their eyes as he took their last breath, they fell, dead.
He was haunted by those thoughts, the images. The cries of help, but mostly he was haunted by himself.
They had won the battle, but it came at a terrible cost. His aunt was murdered, his parents arrested. His friends couldn't even look at him, if they were were even alive. He had lost everyone he cared about. He was hated. People apparated to avoid him.
In his dreams, he was still there in the mist of the battle. He watched the flashes of light around him. He had never harmed anyone, and yet everyone seemed to be firing at him. Then something happened, that wasn't a regular occurrence. He was hit. Everything went black. He opened his eyes, and appeared to be in a sort of graveyard. He pulled his limp body from the ground. It was eerily silent, but he vaguely recognised the area as where the Dark Lord came back to life.
He walked round, he caught sight of a single gravestone, that was readable. He walked over to it. He pulled the moss from the stone and read his own name. He gasped and stumbled back, suddenly he heard breathing,and someone tapped his shoulder. He spun round and crawled backwards.
There they were. All the people he watched die, all the people he lost. They said nothing but their eyes screamed anger, disappointment and they all shared a murderous flicker.
Then, in a piercingly loud cry, The voice of his aunt could be heard
"Traitor" she screamed, raising her wand to him. The cruciatus curse hit him, he coiled in agony. The pain doubled, then again and again, there must have been near 100 people all cursing him. They were all screaming abuse and insults at him but he was barely aware of it, the pain too much for him to take. But he didn't pass out, he didn't achieve the sweet release of nothingness. The pain stopped and he felt his body falling, except he want. He was flying as the death eaters did. He felt the wind through his hair, adrenaline making his heart beat a thousand times a minute, but the pain continued.
"Time to punish you once and for all" came the ghostly voice of none other than his own father. Draco looked down, they were so high, he suddenly felt a cold draft. His father had let go of him. Draco fell, the pain still screaming through his body. In the distance he could hear the cackle of laughter from his aunt. He fell to the hard concrete thousands of feet below. As his body hit the concrete, cracking it with the force of his fall, all pain stopped. Everything was blurred, then…Black