One. Hermione
Tap, tap...My head shot up and I looked towards the window. A small, scrawny owl desperatly beat its wings while hooting at me. I let out a small sigh as I made my way over to the window to let it in. I knew who it was going to be; well, kind of:
Hermione, how's your summer been?
Have you decided to write back to me yet?
I crumpled up the piece of paper and threw it into the bin. Throwing myself back on top of the bed I laid there staring up at the ceiling for a while before I was overcome by the erge to finally write back.
Defeated, I leant off the edge of the bed and pulled out the wrinkled paper, smoothed it out and began to write my reply; Who are you? I stared down at what I had just written. Should I send it?
For about a month I'd been getting letters from an unknown person. Being aware of the dangers it could potentially cause, I had not as of then replied. Of course the first thing I did was try to put a tracker on the owl but it would always go haywire, unable to tell me where this person was located.
I decided that if it was some sort of werido (I thought deatheater at first but then thought again; an odd tactic for Voldemort if you ask me), they would have given up by now so I guessed it was someone playing a practical joke. But even as I watched the small owl fly away, the letter tied to its boney leg, there was doubt whether I should have done it or not. I always say, if in doubt say no, but I never take my own advise. As Ron liked to remind me; I'm quick to give advise but too stubborn to take it.
I chucked the quill on to my bed, angry with myself that I gave in to my curiousity and looked around my room. It was a mess; spell books, robes, cauldrons and all sorts of other odd things that you wouldn't expect to see in a 17 year old girl's bedroom, were all over the floor. I stalked across the room to the trunk that lay open at the bottom of my bed and hastly pulled everything out of it. Slowly I replaced it, checking that I had everything I needed.
I glanced at my clock which flashed 1am, just 10 hours until I was due to arrive at The Burrow, a week before school started. My stomach made a familiar flip at the thought of school and how just six weeks ago there were talks of closing it down. With Dumbledore gone I wasn't quite sure how everyone would cope, quite a few people weren't even returning. I still couldn't believe Snape could do such a thing and I certainly didnt think Malfoy had it in him. Then I realised that he never did; he couldn't do it, and I went off again feeling sorry for him, what was I thinking? He planned to murder Dumbledore.
The thought made my eyes water and with that I decided to climb into bed and try to get some sleep. I laid on my back staring at the ceiling but after ten minutes I rolled over, put my head in my pillow and screamed. Eveytime I shut my eyes my curiosity took over. When would my mysterious writer strike again? Knowing that I was now close to possibly finding out who it was, was driving me nuts. "Curiousity kills the cat," I thought out loud, "just roll over and sleep."
Eventually, after what must have been an hour, I grabbed my wand, pointed it at the window and muttered "Silencio." That way I couldn't hear the owl even if it did come back that night.
After a while my eyes became heavy and I was overcome by tiredness, no longer could I resist the urge to sleep. My dreams full off demetors and painful screaming.
One. Draco
Just keep running. Don't look back...Don't look back. I shot a curse over my head and ducked behind an icicle to dodge one.
"Come on, he's over here, move faster you idiots he's gonna get away!" A husky voice came some 20 feet behind me.
A few meters ahead of me I saw an opening in the mountain side. I took a deep breath and sprinted as fast as I could. The snow was falling thickly and if I ran fast enough they wouldn't see where I went. I entered the cave dizzy and as my vision cleared I looked around to find that I was in a magnificent place. Huge icicles hung high from the ceiling and I could hear what sounded like a river.
"Shit!" The noise made me jump and I pressed myself flat against the cave wall, my breath held as I dared not to breath. The voice spoke again.
"We lost him. Well done Crabbe now you can explain this to the Dark Lord when he asks what went wrong."
Receding footsteps followed this and I let out a long grateful breath. Slowly I slid down the wall into a sitting position and rested my head in my hands against my knees. Slow tears slid down my face.
What had I gotten myself in to? I didn't want any of this and now I had messed it all up, for both sides. I just wanted to prove to my father that I wasn't weak, but I was and I couldn't do it. I knew there'd be a punishment and instead of facing it like a man I fled. So now I'm wanted by both sides. I just wanted to make him proud because he said I was just like him, but I'm not. I don't want to be like him. I may be part of that family but I'm not like them and I am NOT my father. I am not Luicius, I am my own person...I am Draco Malfoy.