"Thank you."

When those words come out of her mouth, I was shocked. Not because a mudblood thanked me, but because she spoke.

You may think "Draco, everyone talks! What's so special?"

That's the thing. She doesn't.

Her name was Lavender Forrest. She was a mudblood and an orphan, the lowest of the low. The bad part was that they sorted her into Slytherin, house of Salazar. This went directly against his wishes, and everyone wanted her to know.

We all remember Dumbledore telling us in the first year that the third-floor corridor was a road to a painful death. When we found out there was a Cerberus n there, Parkinson took her bed while she was sleeping and shut the door on her in that corridor. When she came back, blood leaking everywhere, her clothes torn, she was monotonous. We had never seen her show emotion, never seen her speak. The teachers all seemed to not care, not even asking her questions, them knowing she would not answer.

Then there was the time that Goyle had gone to her muggle home and made her have hallucinations every night. When she came back the next year, she never showed anything. No words, no emotion.

Snape was the only one who got sick of her not answering, so he forbade her from sleeping in the common room. We don't know where she slept, but she looked ragged every morning. She showed nothing.

Greengrass once locked her in a cupboard with no clothes and a vision laying in a classroom with everyone watching a projection of what was inside. She didn't know she was being watched, but she never let anything show.

We tried everything in the book, but she never showed any emotion, any words. Eventually, I just told everyone to let her go. She didn't show anything even then. Not even happiness.

It was now the day before we got out. Despite the war going on and a lot of people dying, we somehow survived through it all. We had another year to make up for the time the school was compromised. During the war, she was off who knows where.

"Thank you." she had told me as I was relaxing in the common room.

I was shocked. No words in her entire schooling and she finally speaks.

"Wat for?" I ask her.

"For getting them to stop."

"You never showed anything."

"Showing them that everything hurt was letting them know that they succeeded."

"Why didn't you speak? You've never spoken a word since you got here!"

"..." She didn't respond.

"Why?"

"Go to the Come-and Go Room at 5:00 AM tomorrow."

"What, why there?!"

"Trust me." she says as she walks out."

I could not sleep that night. I had read a note earlier. "Everyone is out celebrating 8 years. You can come with us or stay here." Normally, I would go, but I had to figure out why this girl just now spoke to me."

The next day, I had overslept and arrived 5 minutes late, but when I saw what was there, it horrified me.

I could see everyone. Zabini, Parkinson. Snape, Nott, Greengrass, Goyle, Davis, Crabbe, Bulstrode… Everyone in our year. Normally, this would make me happy, as some died in the Battle of Hogwarts.

However, I was looking at their heads.

They were leaking blood, some had decayed since the battle, others were freshly cut off. I could see their horrified faces.

"Beautiful, isn't it?"

I turned around to see Forrest, a cheeky grin on her face. It only took me a second to put the pieces together.

"You… YOU!"

"Yes, I killed them. Some, I just had to find their bodies after the battle. Others, I watched them die. Some put up more of a fight than others."

I was blinded by rage. I drew my wand. "Avada Ke-"

"Expelliarmus!"
The wand flew from my hand and into hers. She studied it. "AH, how the wizard loves his wand. It is his most powerful weapon." Then, she did it. "And easily snappable."

"A wizard without a wand only has power over wandless magic, but it is too unpredictable. Using accidental magic to kill me would take incredible control. Petrificus Totalus!"

I could feel myself fall and unable to move as I could only watch her over me, brandishing a bloody ax.

"Thank you for making myself miserable. My advice to you in the afterlife is to know who you've fucked with."

Soon enough, my vision stopped and my life had faded...