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"What do you dream about, Draco?"

I turned my head slightly to look at Rydal. Her eyes were closed and I would have thought she was sleeping if she hadn't just spoken. We lay in the same bed again, not as close as we had the first night, but it was easier and I suppose we both felt safer together.

"You mean besides my death and destruction?" I asked, only half joking.

"I mean what do you 'ope for."

I hesitated, looking up towards the ceiling. "I don't know. I suppose I hope to get out of this alive. Have the war come to an end . . . Maybe get married, though I doubt any sensible pureblood witch is going to marry me."

"Maybe you'll 'ave to marry some else then," she mumbled sleepily.

"Like who?" I asked, yawning.

I looked over at her again and this time she actually was asleep. Reaching over, I pushed a curl away from her face. She moaned slightly, before settling again. I rolled over, so I could face her.

I wished I could explain how I felt, just looking at her, but I couldn't and it tortured me. When she laughed my heart jumped. When she smiled, I couldn't help but smile back. And she was beautiful, though it took me a while to realize it.

What was wrong with me?

I rolled over in bed, sighing.

Something wasn't right.

My eyes popped open.

Rydal stood on my side of the bed, a knife in her hands. Her tilted as she looked at me. "Strange. I cannot seem to read her mine and through her eyes, I can't read yours."

I sat up quick in bed, scooting as far away from her as I could. "Rydal? What are you doing?"

"You have betrayed me, Draco," she said in low hiss.

And that's when I realized her accent was gone. The voice wasn't hers. Her eyes were . . . red slits.

"Voldemort," I said, my voice barely above a whisper. But he heard me anyway, his eyes widening slightly with shock.

"Have you gotten so bold, Draco?" he said.

Rydal's body was trembling in the effort it caused to hold Voldemort inside of her.

"Let go of her!" I cried, jumping out of bed.

Rydal's lip lifted up into a snide smirk. "Are you going to force me Draco? Why don't use your wand?"

That one sentence confirmed that my wand was actually Tracked. I glanced at it now, sitting on the bedside table. Rydal laughed, the sound cold and snake-like. "Go ahead, Draco. Shoot her down, if you want."

I glanced at my wand once more before diving over the bed and smashing Rydal into the wall. The knife fell from her hand, slashing the side of her foot as it hit the floor.

She cried out, the fight stopping as she simply glared at me, her eyes still red slits. I gripped onto her wrists tightly as I said, "Leave us alone."

"I will find you eventually, Draco," she said. "You cannot hide from me forever. And when I find you, you will die."

Rydal's eyes fell shut and her body convulsed violently before she stood still.

"Rydal?" I asked, quietly.

Her eyes shot open, looking around frantically. "What's 'appenin'? Draco let go of me!"

I did as she asked and almost immediately she fell. I grabbed her, holding her up. "I've got you, Ry. Just hang on to me."

Her tears splattered on my chest as I set her on the bed. Quickly, I hurried to go get bandages and alcohol for her cut foot.

She was still crying, her hands over her eyes as she trembled. I don't think she even felt the wound on her foot. The bandaging done, I lifted her up and cradled her in my arms. Her hands gripped onto my shoulders tightly, her fingernails digging into my skin. "It 'urts so bad," she sobbed.

I stroked her hair, whispering comforts in her ear. I'm not sure how long we sat like that but after a while, she fell asleep. I lay back on the bed with her still in my arms.

My heart was pounding horribly in my chest and I fought hard to calm myself down. I didn't think he'd be able to do that to her.

"I'm going to keep you safe, Ry. I promise."