Two hundred to adore each breast,
But thirty thousand to the rest;
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"Of course, I didn't die in the water. No sea could kill me then, not with the vampiric gifts Draco had given me. The sunlight couldn't burn those traits from me, either. No, by then, it was too late.
I didn't know what he had done to me, but it had effected me greatly. As I floated in the water, barely conscious of the world around me. I realized that though I was not breathing, I was not dead.
I run had run beyond human speed to escape, and heard things that no human could hear during that escape. I found myself frightened of myself. Was I a monster now? Would I begin to crave blood?
I floated for a very long time in the cold water. After hat seemed an eternity, I brushed up against some rocks, and then the shore, ad realized that I had not fallen into the sea at all, but merely a large lake. The thought gave me enough strength to move and pull myself onto solid ground.
Perhaps I had fallen into the Black Lake. I would look up and see the school rising high above me and know that I was safe. Ron and Hermione, the Headmaster, all the teachers, they could help me figure out what Malfoy had done and fix me. I felt a dizzying rush of hope.
When I looked up, the school was not there.
There was nothing around me, anywhere, but rolling hills and a single cottage with smoke rising from it.
I sat for a time, then moved. The cottage was the only place that I could go. There was nowhere else, not with Malfoy behind me and a world I didn't recognize everywhere else.
The cottage contained a rough man who, after tense moments in which we discovered that we spoke different languages, offered me food and a place to rest. Malfoy came that night and killed him – I barely escaped by running once more.
And so my new life continued. I ran from Malfoy wherever I went, and he hunted behind me, killing like some inhuman monster. After many years of this chase, I stopped seeking human companionship altogether. I wasn't aging or dying. And I did not need to eat or drink – I did not crave blood like Malfoy did either.
I became adept at sensing when Malfoy was nearby and when he was coming for me. It was like my connection to Voldemort had been – and I hated Malfoy for it. Everyday I forgot more and more about Hogwarts and my friends. I hated Malfoy for this was well.
Though I wandered until there was not a single stretch of land I had not seen, I never found Hogwarts. I found no cities, I found no towns, and the few people I found were desperately primitive.
As years and years passed, I began to lose track of the passing of time. Eventually I boarded a boat and sailed for far away lands, feeling the distance between Malfoy and I grow with every moment.
I smiled at the sensation, and mourned the fact that not a single beauty in the world could rouse me to happiness anymore.
I had lost happiness with my past, and gained only coldness and hate.