Blind Spot: Book 2- The Past
Chapter 1
It had been the summer of hope. The war was over and everyone had begun to rebuild their shattered lives. When the dust settled Voldemort was no more, but that didn't mean the good side had won. The loss was felt equally all around. Draco Malfoy had received the latter of the two. He knew he would suffer no matter what the outcome. If Voldemort succeeded, he would forever be in the service of a mad man. If Potter succeeded, he would forever be indebted to him. And of course, Potter would spare him.
He had pulled her out at the last second, like an angel reaching down from the heavens. She was surrounded in darkness; then suddenly there was light. She thought at the time, that it was her mother. Remembering the promised she had made to come for her, never to let her die alone, it was the last thing she had ever said. A hand grabbed her and pulled hard, out of the darkness and thrown into the light, she gasped hard for air. She looked up just in time to see the back of her savior walking away; a head of blonde hair fading into the setting sun.
She got up slowly and followed the stranger. She didn't know why, maybe because she didn't want to be alone. She tried to keep up with him, but her eyes began to fail her. Soon she could see nothing and was left to wander in darkness. Reaching out to feel her surrounding, she realized that world that was once so bright and promising was now gone. Sitting down, clenching her knees to her chest, she began to scream. The sounds coming from her throat were raw and rasp. She screamed as if the very soul was being sucked out of her.
Strong hands reached out and grabbed her. They pressed her into the arms and chest in which they are attached. "Hush." She went quiet, stiffening whimpers. Soon she was off her feet and being carried away. They traveled for what felt like hours. She was placed on something soft. Her hands instinctively went to feel around her. A couch? She was on a couch, which meant she was in a house. "Sleep," the voice commanded her. She laid her head down and waited. Sleep did not come easy or fast. She lay there, until she could identify every sound around her; the ticking from the clock, the swooshing of water running through the pipes, the creaking of the floorboards and the faint heart beat that was only a few feet from her own.
When she woke, she tried to open her eyes but nothing. Blackness surrounded her. Her vision had not returned. She heard someone breathing close by. She got down on her knees and started crawling; feeling her way towards the sounds. She bumped into objects but quickly maneuvered herself around them. It was just inches away. She could almost feel the shallow breaths against her face. The breathing went silent. "Hello?" Nothing. "Please." She sounded desperate. "Talk to me. Tell me where I am." She was picked up off the floor and returned to the couch.
She heard footsteps retreating, then "Master wishes Miss to eat." She stared blindly in the direction of the voice. "Master? Are you a house elf?" She reached out to touch the creature, but it backed away. "Master wishes Miss to eat." She didn't want to argue. She didn't have the strength to anyways. "Fine, as Master wishes." She was led by hand through a door and a long hallway. The elf helped her sit. A pair of silver eyes watched her from across the table.
The most delicious smells begin to invade her senses. One of her hands was brought to a spoon and the other to the plate in front of her. "Tell me what I am eating." She clumsy filled her spoon with whatever was in her plate. "Clam chowder is master's favorite soup." The next course was brought out. Again she filled her spoon and waited. "Pesto pasta is master's favorite pasta." When she finished, "Strawberry Cheesecake is master's favorite dessert." Finally, the last plate was taken away she waited in silence. "Master wishes for you to bathe and rest." She sat still for a moment contemplating whether or not to argue with the obedient creature. "Why does Master not tell me himself?" The elf stepped towards her and repeated, "Master wishes for you to bathe and rest." She nodded in defeat and let the elf lead her away.
Clean and warm she tried again hard to sleep. She was tired but it seemed that sleep eluded her. She hummed softy to herself and started to drift away.
The haunting sounds of a piano playing echoed through her dream. Her body rose and begin to walk of it own accord, as if possessed. She walked down the spiral staircase and into the fire lit den. The creaking of the door startled Draco. His eyes darted to the door. There she stood, like a dream. Her small frame was pushing through the entrance way.
The music stopped and suddenly she was awake. She could feel the warmth radiating from the fire. Suddenly she dropped to the floor. Draco moved swiftly across the room. He was on his knees in front of her. His hand reached up and gently pushed strands of loose hair out of her face and came to a rest on her cheek. She looked up into his eyes. He knew she saw nothing, but her eyes still held him. A small hand reached up and covered his. He tried to pull away, but she held it in place. It had been a long time since she felt another's touch. Her hand reached up to feel his face. They searched his every feature. Her glazed eyes bored into him. He held his breath and waited for her to finish.
He got up slowly, bringing her with him. She held on to his arms. He whispered to her, "Come, sit." She was lead to a couch where she sat and listened to him play until she drifted off again. It was like that almost every night after. When he spoke to her it was only in whispers and only to directly answer questions. As the days past, her guard began to drop and she grew very fond of the stranger. She found herself waiting eagerly every evening for him to come and retrieve her for their nightly musical. She never questioned where he was during the day; it was always night to her anyways.