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**Without further ado, I give to you the intro to Come Back to Me**
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Preface
He was running, again, always running. He wanted to turn, to see if they still followed, but he knew better. Instead he focused on the halls in front of him. He knew them all by heart; after all ithad been his home for almost 6 years. Still he wanted to make sure he knew all the turns he would have to take, he didn't want to make another mistake now. He felt that the fear coursing threw his veins would etch the route permanently in his mind. In fact he was confident he could close his eyes and he would still wind up at the same destination.
His path had not always been as clear as the night he found himself running through his school. On the contrary the road he had following for the past year was often confusing and difficult to navigate. He found himself stumbling more times than he could count, desperately trying to make sense of the current news, news that always seemed to reach him too late. He thought back to his past actions, to the choices he made on the strange path he was following. He liked to think he made the right choices, had chosen the right path, but he found himself second guessing all his decisions. He found himself replaying each moment in his mind trying to find another solution as he continued to run. As he turned right down a hallway he tried to think of something he might have missed, any clue that he had overlooked that would prevent what was about to happen. He grasped at any ideas, even the ones he knew he would never choose, but clung to the idea that something would change the way his journey would end. He longed for a solution that would leave him feeling whole, instead of broken and betrayed.
Run, keep running, don't stop, don't look back he thought as he skid around a corner narrowly avoiding the two lovers holding hands and whispering in the quiet corridor. He felt a wave of emotion and felt his knees grow week as he thought about all he had left behind, especially the girl he had grown to love. Frustrated he forced the memories that threatened to take hold of him out of his mind and reminded himself, he was also protecting her. He surged forward, though he could hardly breathe by now. He scanned the area ahead of him and decided to turn right, he could see the door. Reaching out he pushed on the heavy wooden door, fatigued from running he could not manage the door taking a step back he slammed hard into it, finally feeling the heavy wood door move. He pushed until it opened enough to let him threw, and then allowed it to slam shut behind him. The stairs, the stairs! He ran towards them reaching into his pocket and pulling his wand out. He grasped the rail as he started the climb up the steep steps ahead of him. He knew he could not stop, though his lungs cried out for oxygen, he knew he was close.
At last he reached the top and his heart stood still for a moment before thudding back to life even louder in his ears than before. He was there, standing opposite him. Despite everything he had gone through, he felt himself smile, and felt a wave of calm came over him. The other man turned towards him, a smile creeping across his face as well. Slowly, still gasping for breath and wand still clutched in his hand he walked forward. He had so much to tell the man, so much he had never told him, so much he had just started to learn and so much that he finally understood. He didn't know how to start to explain, that at long last he knew, at long last things were making sense. Time moved slowly, and he was finally within arms reach when he heard the floor boards creak behind him. Frozen he looked to his new teacher, the man he never thanked and reached out in desperation to him.
Then came the flash of green light, and time moved to quickly again, he felt the strangled cry caught in his throat a cry that wouldn't come out. He stood in shock as he watched the one man who believed in him all along crumple and fall.
Dead.
Wand still clutch in his hand he felt the calm leave his body and turned to see the face of the man he used to admire. The person he had so naively looked up to, he felt bile rise in his throat, and he found himself wondering how he never saw through all the lies. Hatred filled his body as he swallowed thickly, hate that it had come to this, anger that he let down his friends – if he had any more left that was- but mostly he felt hate that this man killed the person he needed most. The person who could help him make right all the things he had done wrong.
He looked the other man up and down and raised his wand; he glared at the face of the murderer he used to want to be like and pointed the wand directly at him. He spat out two words, words that would change everything. Another flash of green light and he found himself staring at the lifeless body in front of him. The gravity of the situation hit him then, he had killed a man. And he was too late to save the man that mattered. A sob escaped him and he sank to his knees grabbing his hair in his hands as he felt the sadness overwhelm him. Then he heard a voice from his past ring in his ears as though she was standing next to him. A voice he had grown to love so much, the words washed over him and sank into his heart, making him sob even harder as she screamed
"I trusted you!"
His eyes snapped open and he felt his tense body clinging to the sheets he held crumpled in his hands. He was lying in a pool of sweat, his heart racing though he still felt numb. He looked around and saw that he was lying in bed, safe. Safe, from the nightmare that had haunted him almost every night. Unclenching his hands he let go of the sheets as he slowly sat up. He felt the tears on his cheeks before he realized he was crying. He placed his head in his hands and allowed himself to cry. He cried for those who were gone, those he was unable to save and he cried for those who were still here, but so very far away. His body shook as his cries overwhelmed him and thought silently to himself that he was thankful for one thing; that no one was around as he, Draco Malfoy, sobbed.
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**who died? who lived? who is in love with who? why is Draco sobbing? All these questions will be answered in time :) follow me on twitter for updates and random things :D at: flutteralways**
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