What I found odd as I continued to flip through this very unique book was that it was only my side of the story. There was nothing written on any of the pages on the left of the book. I quickly deduced that that side must have been relegated to Draco but wondered why I couldn't see it. Presumably if there was a mysterious entry for every one of our interactions from my point of view, then there must also be one from his. I tried a couple of revealing spells but quickly gave up. The sun was on the horizon and it was time that I got some sleep if I was going to go to brunch as I'd promised.
I pulled myself up from the floor, stiff from sitting in one attitude for so long, and made my way to my bed. The blue book was in hand. There was one last thing I wanted to read. This book had awoken so many dormant memories and cataloged so many details that I thought I'd forgotten. There was one night that I needed to read about particularly.
April 25th, 1998
I still can't believe where we are heading. I'd recognize the house anywhere. I'd read about the historic homes of the sacred 28 and this was the most famous. The order suspected it also played host to the most evil wizard in all time. Speaking of, I can't believe we let slip his name. I hope my hex holds and they don't immediately recognize Harry. My hopes are dashed as the snatchers hold him up to Bellatrix at the gate. She seems to see through the ruse. Or at least she hopes.
We are hurried into the largest entryway I've ever been through into a darkened hall. Everything is shrouded in shadows except for the rare portions lit by wall sconces. Malfoy Manor is all polished marble and darkened corners. I know I should be more afraid, but I find that I'm curious. I hear the snatchers and Bellatrix only in snippets discussing their reward and where they might find everyone. They lead us into a room that looks ominous. We walk through two pillars and the moonlight streaks a dark wood floor.
We are all still bound when the rest of the family arrives. Draco's eyes widen fractionally when he sees me. I see a blend of fear and compassion. It is quickly wiped from his face as Bellatrix ushers him forward and she and Lucius demand that he identify Harry. I know he recognizes him but he doesn't say so. He is pressed and continues to hold. I find myself astonished but I don't have any time to think about that. Bellatrix is hexing the snatchers. She's seen the sword and is throwing a massive fit about her vault. I have a few moments to think about the implications of that but then the pain starts and from the corner of my eye I can just make out Draco. He is seated at a table. His hands are in his hair which has fallen in front of his face and I think, even through the haze and pain, that he is crying. A tear glistens in the moon light.
I lost consciousness then and came to when I heard shouting and hexes and was dragged into a standing position by Bellatrix. In front of me Narcissa and Draco fought Ron and Harry but, to be honest, neither looked like they were trying that hard. I think I had better dueling posture as a 3rd year. The rest, well, the rest, is history as they say. That is, except for the relief that I saw in Draco's eyes as Dobby apparated us away.
I feel asleep then. Thinking of Draco's eyes.