When you came to me
with your bad dreams and your fears
It was easy to see you'd been
crying
Seems like everywhere you turn catastrophe it reigns
But
who really profits from the dying
Christmas turn up more rapidly than I presumed. The snow fell gracefully, settling delicately on the white ground. It seemed as though the horizon stretched on ceaselessly in front of me. My hair whipped vigorously when the wind picked up. To my left stood endless trees, a forest which I had ran through many times in my childhood. When my father brought me to the Malfoy' Manor, I would run into the wooded area to hide from Draco every time the adults would tell us to go play.
The thought painted a smile on my lips. I crutched down and grabbed a handful of feathery snow, rolling between my two hands until it formed a round shape. My black gloved hands produced a contrast with the white flurry. I extended my knees to stand straight when I heard crutching footsteps behind me.
"I didn't know you would be here father" I addressed the man clothed in dark that remained alongside a tall tree, a couple of feet far back from where I stood.
He took a step closer, "Have you seen anything?"
I pursed my lip at his direct question, my body fidgeting anxiously. I move my head up and down mechanically. Flashing through my mind was the image of blood on the black marble floor. I had first dreamt the nightmare in the train and it had repeated every night since.
My dreams were known to be very precise with the events of the future. For instance, I dreamt of the destruction of the Millennium Bridge weeks before. Even when as a young child, I would dream of the future. This fact interested the Dark Lord, for this reason I became Robyn Snape. Only Voldemort, my father and Bellatrix knew of this unusual gift.
"The image isn't clear enough, I can't make out exactly what it is" I explained in a low voice.
He made a droning sound, "You should be heading back to the manor. I believe they are service supper shortly" his monotone voice pierced my ears before he turn on his heels to walk back towards the enormous house.
I knelt back down; my arms hugged my knees tightly. I buried my face between my legs and chest, unmoved for a long moment.
My slim fingers hit on the ivory keys, sliding down from each one elegantly in a soft melody, "Remember all the things we wanted; now all the memories they're haunted. We were always meant to say goodbye. Even with our fist held high, it never would've worked out right. We were never meant for do or die. I didn't want us to burn out; I didn't come here to hold you, now I can't stop…"
My fingertips brushed against the keys lightly. An old piano was placed in the middle of a large room. The walls were painted a rich chocolate brown, a wooden floor sprawled across the room.
"Robyn, supper time" someone informed after opening the door, which made a loud creaking noise, slowly. Draco pulled on his cuffs in a nervous matter as he waited for my response.
"Alright" I pushed back with my feet, the bench scratching against the floor and stood up. I walked across to him; he wore a black jacket with dark pants. I had a sudden urge to stroke his face with my hand, remembering what had occurred weeks ago. But I resisted, we hadn't discussed it since that night, and I did not plan to bring it up any time soon.
I dodged him and took long strides to my room to quickly alter my garments. After entering my room, I shuffled through the vanity and pulled out a spaghetti strap dress with shirred bodice and empire waist. A silver ribbon was trimmed at the waist and hem, the rest of the dress was black. I stripped down and put the dress on. I simply tied my hair into a side ponytail and applied light makeup. I exited my room and jogged to the dining room where every one sat.
"Robyn!" Narcissa exclaimed happily, clapping her hands together, a smiled sprawled across her face. I sat in the empty chair beside Draco before replying with a curt nod. The elves had already served the appetizer. To my left was Draco, to my right, my father. Narcissa sat in front of me. I picked up a fork and picked at the salad and vegetables in front of me.
"How are you enjoying your vacation dear?" Narcissa was clearly addressing Draco now.
"Fine"
"Robyn, you still remember your proposal, correct?" Bellatrix asked, I hadn't noticed her up until now. I shoot her a cold glance, spearing the salad in my plate.
I could feel Draco's body tense beside me, his back rigid, "No, I have not" I answered in a flat voice.
She smirked, if only we were alone, I would have ripped her head off. My fist clenched around the metal fork, I swear I felt it bent lightly. "I would rather not talking about it at this moment"
"Please do" she insisted.
"Bellatrix" I snapped rudely, banging my fist on the table, "Please let it go"
"How come at first, when it was proposed, you declined the Dark Lord's request?" her eyes had a crazy aura to them
Narcissa and Draco both looked at me in surprise, their glance shifted towards Bellatrix.
She laughed hysterically, as though this was the most hilarious thing she's ever witnessed.
"But when you heard that my dear nephew Draco was the one chosen to finish off the old man, she made a 'poof' sound, her hands thrown dramatically in the air, "you're mind sudden changed"
"I don't see the association; I just believe it would be effortless if I were the one to accomplish it" my voice was calm, contrary to my heart beating a thousand miles per hour. I wasn't certain if Bellatrix was implying that I had fallen in love with Draco or if she just had a thrill to play games with my mind. "Now, if you'll excuse me, I lost my appetite" I pushed the chair with my feet and lifted off the seat, disappearing from their view.
The snow was bitter and icy against my bare feet but still I walked on. To me, running away was always the one and only solution. Maybe it out of fear of what might happen if I actually left, disappear from this miserable life. I had never chosen path, I hated Voldemort with a burning passion. But I knew that wasn't enough. I am aware that Bellatrix' accusation were more accurate than I wished. I seemed to always reach out for the unreachable, the untouchable. I continuously let my emotions get the best of me. Storming out of that dining room table was an enormous mistake and I understood that. I would have to deal with the consequence; I only hope it didn't involve death...
But then again, maybe I wanted death.
I was down in the same spot my father had found me earlier, next to the rows of endless trees. In front of me was infinity of a beautiful white blanket. My heart squeezed tightly as I kept walking to find the end of the unknown. By now, my feet were comfortably numb. The wind whipped my dress vigorously, it made my skin crawl.
The idea of death was still lingering in my mind. If I would have remained in that dining room, I am certain if I would have stayed in that damned room; I would have quickly found my end. But I believe something stopped me.
I hadn't looked at Draco's face during the whole affair.
Love is a deep, tender, ineffable feeling of affection and solicitude toward a person. At least that's what is written in the dictionary. Of course I have no experience involving that so called love. I was never loved by the mother who had carried me for nine months; at least I have no memory of it. Severus Snape wasn't one to show many emotions, let alone deep, tender ineffable feeling of affection. With no knowledge of love, how could I feel it towards a boy I use to hate?
I guess you just know.
"You're extremely potty"
Something warm wrapped around my shoulders, only then did I notice how awfully cold my body had gotten.
"You'll get ill, come back inside"
I sneered, "That's comical"
All of a sudden, my feet weren't sunken in the snow. My legs were tangling from Draco's arm. He held me closely to his chest, walking back towards the house that seemed very tiny at the moment. I now realize how far I had wondered off. My eye lid felt heavy but I forced them opened, concentrating on the small house that was getting bigger as we approached it.
"Bellatrix' going to kill me" I informed him hazily, my voice overwhelmed with fatigue.
"She won't lay a finger on you"
"Exactly, she'll curse me" a yawn escaped my lips, how long had I been out?
Draco did not answer me this time, or maybe he did. My head was swimming, I could only hear his heart beat against me ear.
