okay please re read I know I know it messy but I've found so many plot holes and couldn't put out another chapter until they where all fixed which I hope they are now( if one is noticed please tell me and I will fix it imediatly or die trying) I did publish this story to soon It was just a creative rush but I'm trying to take a little bit slower so it is the best it can be. I am encouraging people to leave reveiws so I can not only go off based off of what I want but off you want.
No more waiting here is the next chapter
Present Day
Atria sat on the couch in the Slytherin common room reading Moste Potente Potions in comfortable silence as anarchy swirled around her. The visit to Hogsmede had every third year running around in unneeded excitement. What was even so good about Hogsmede it was a small little village with barely anything to do except buy sweets and waste money on trinkets that would probably end up in the garbage before the end of the week.
"I'll buy you something, anything you want," Draco said as he pulled his arms through his jacket sleeves.
Atria continued to act uninterested as she replied, "Draco that really isn't necessary besides I like my teeth, I don't plan on gorging myself on candy only to watch them rot away."
She heard him let out a small frustrated huff before coming up behind her. He placed both hands on the couch's armrest on either side of her head. "Are you sure there's nothing you want. A new quill, a bo-"
"I'm fine Draco," she finally said placing her book in her lap. She tilted her head back on the couch to see his upside down face. Atria wouldn't say she liked her cousin, he could be rude and spoiled and ever so cowardice. But she could say she loved him, it was on odd feeling, like hating the medicine you have to take but loving the idea of no longer being sick. "Now go before you don't get to go at all," she finished.
"Come on Dracey, everyone's waiting outside," the high-pitched voice of Pansy Parkinson said as she came bounding down the stairs.
To Atria's amusement, she watched as Draco's eyes rolled back in disgust at Pansy's favourite nickname for him.
Pansy who was still adjusting her coat looked up at the pair before zoning in on Atria. "Do try to have some fun while you're here all alone Atria, you get so delirious when bored," Pansy said with a large white toothed smile that took no genius to realise was fake.
Atria gave a small smile and then in her most well-mannered tone replied. "Of course Pansy."
"Come on Draco let's go" Pansy snapped quickly before briskly turning on her heel and rushing out the door.
"Bye Parkinson, have fun," Atria called after the red faced girl still not looking up from her book.
Draco looked back down at Atria, his eyes moving from the door Pansy just left through before buttoning up his coat, "I'll see you when I get back okay."
"Yes, of course, it's not like I'm going anywhere," She said turning a page of her book.
As he headed towards the door he stopped before turning back to her, "And don't get into any trouble while I'm gone."
Lifting her head from her book once more she looked up at her cousin and gave him knowing grin, "Do I ever."
About half an hour later Atria had to admit to herself. She was bored. Yes, there were things she could do, she hadn't finished her transfiguration essay but she couldn't bring herself to care. Quickly putting her book into her bag, she swung it over her shoulder before leaving the common room to pay a trip up to her new favourite professor.
When she reached the defence against the dark arts classroom, she realised that the door to professor Lupins personal quarters was already open. She could hear the faint sound of voices speaking as she walked up the stairs.
"Professor Lupin," She called pushing the rest of the door open. It then she was finally able to see the other two people who occupied the office.
Snape's presence gave her pause, but it was Harry Potter who made her freeze. It wasn't until she realised all three parties were looking at her that she remembered to move.
"I can come back later if you're busy," she said staring directly at professor Lupin trying to ignore the two other pairs of eyes on her.
"Oh no I don't have long but do come in," he said gesturing for her to come further into the office.
Atria felt an air of awkwardness that must have already been in the room when she got there and immediately regretted her decision in coming. She should have come in after the evening feast when everybody was heading to their dormitories.
Closing the door behind her, it was Snape who broke the silence, "as I was saying if you need anymore."
"I should probably take some again tomorrow, thanks very much Severus," Lupin said nodding his head, taking the goblet that professor Snape was holding out for him.
"Not at all," Snape replied before striding out of the room closing the door behind him, but not before he gave Atria a questioning look.
Harry's eyes darted over to Atria before quickly returning to professor Lupin who was looking down into the cup with pure disgust. Raising his eyes, he finally caught the puzzled look the two teenagers shared, "Professor Snape has very kindly concocted a potion for me."
"But why him?" Atria found herself asking before she could stop herself
Professor lupin let out a humorous scoff, "I have never been much of a potion brewer and this one is particularly complex," taking a whiff from the cup, his head quickly jolted away before quipping, "Pity sugar makes it useless."
"Why do you need it?" Harry asked.
Professor Lupin looked up from the glass before answering, "I've been feeling a bit off colour, and this potion is the only thing that helps. I am very lucky to be working alongside Professor Snape there arn't many wizards who are up to making it."
"Sir," Harry began, "do you know that Professor Snape has been after the job of defence against the dark arts for some time now?"
"Really?"
"Yes, I don't know what he wouldn't do to get that job," Atria added on to Harry's point, But it was too late, professor Lupin had downed the potion as his face began to scrunch up in disgust. "Disgusting"
He shook his face, shaking away the disgust before realising just who was standing in the room, "So you two know each other then?" he asked, tilting his head to the side and leaning against his desk, eyeing the two students.
"Well yes, we -"
"Of course professor,"Atria said over Harry, "we both go to the same school, in the same year and are both in your class."
Professor Lupin smiled, "Yes of course, how silly of me," he replied bashfully.
"Sir?" Atria asked anxiously "I was hoping, I could have a moment?"
Leaning against his desk, he nodded his head towards as if asking her to continue. Her eyes quickly darted over to Harry, before she continued.
"I was hoping in private?"
Professor Lupin's eyes darted over to Harry before looking back to Atria "Oh yes, of course, Maybe later perhaps, but right now I have somethings I need to do."
She gave a curt disappointed nod,"Of course sir"
The door closed behind the two students as both Harry and Atria made their way down the stairs. She didn't blame him for not talking to her. She was rude, but he had been out of line, it was none of his business and still wasn't.
"Why where you talking to professor Lupin?" She asked, deciding against the silent treatment.
"oh, um nothing important," Harry replied, hiding the shock that she was actually starting a conversation.
Happy he had continued in her attempt at small talk, she suddenly realised something, "wait aren't you going to Hogsmede either?"
Harry dipped his head before pushing his glasses further up his nose."No, My uncle didn't sign the permission slip, I would go but. What about you?"
"It's been decided to dangerous for me," Yes, why wasn't she going to Hogsmede? Because her life was full of interfering idiots, "because of my father"
They kept walking as the conversation started to go dull.
"It doesn't feel good."
She looked at him, confused, "What doesn't feel good"
"Being left behind," He said his eyes glued to the stone floor.
Atria looked down in frustration. "No, it most certainly does not."
As they continued walking in silence, both mentally debated on what to speak of next. Something that was not awkward or brung up unwanted subjects, it was Atria who spoke first.
"Harry, you were attacked by the dementors as well weren't you," she asked, turning to look at him.
Harry stopped walking before answering, "yes."
Atria paused and Harry could see the apprehensive look on her face before she asked. "Have you been having trouble sleeping?"
"Why?"
She shook her head before adjusting her bag strap over her shoulder "I don't know," she said before looking away from him and admitting, "sleep has always been hard but lately it's been even worse."
"No, I can sleep," Harry replied before continuing. "But " Harry looked to Atria who curious gaze begged him to continue, "I hear screaming, sometimes before I do"
Atria bit her lip, then why couldn't she sleep. "After it happened" Atria began to explain "I was a bit curious and read about it. I thought at first dementors just brought out our worst memories but in actuality, they bring out our best ones too. No matter how painful or sad they make us, and in Azkaban they keep pulling and taking until there is nothing left but the bad."
Reaching a fork in their path, Atria decided now was the time to be alone. As Harry continued down the corridor Atria went for the stairs that led to the courtyard.
"Where are you going?" Harry asked as she walked away.
"I don't know. A walk sounds nice," She said turning and leaving the confused boy behind her.
A thought crossed her mind, one which she decided to act on. "Harry," she called, turning to face him once more, "I'm sorry." Their eyes locked as a small smile graced his face, he gave her a nod.
Turning around Atria continued to make her way down the stairs.
"Atria," she heard Harry call behind her. She turned once more.
"So am I," He finished.
At which Atria simply nodded.
Atria Black and Harry Potter would never be friends, he was a Gryffindor and, well, Harry Potter. But it made Atria feel good that the whole ordeal was over with now. Who knows if it would stay that way.
Atria followed the path past the courtyard and slowly made her way past the strawberry bushes. Slowly she paced herself down the steep hill that led to the forbidden forest.
She quietly walked around Hagrid's hut just in case someone was home, rounding around the small house. She was almost among the trees when a loud screeching sound from behind her. She turned quickly to see a hippogriff stiffly standing among the pumpkin patches.
"No, shhh shhh," she said slowly moving towards the creature.
Edging closer towards the large beast, it's cries only seemed to get louder with every attempt to silence him. Realising that she was only making him more afraid, she backed off until he was once again silent.
She attempted it once again. She cautiously moved backwards not breaking eye contact and when she was finally deep enough into the trees she turned once again, and low and behold. The hippogriff opened his beak and in a louder and more urgent call, cried again.
She moved quickly from the forest before once again attempting to silence him.
"Shhh please," Atria whispered in a hushed voice.
But he still did not stop.
Remembering from class, she moved a safe distance from the large creature before bowing her head slowly. It was then that Buckbeak fell silent.
Lifting her gaze, Atria watched as he too slowly bowed his head to her.
Raising herself to stand straight, she watched the hippogriff for a moment before something strange happened.
Stamping one of his front hooves on the ground, he slowly dragged it in towards himself. He did this two more times before Atria finally understood. He was telling her to come closer.
Atria took cautious steps towards Buckbeak until she was only a few feet away.
His head jerked up and down, Signalling for her to come even closer.
Atria took the few final steps forward before her entire body was engulfed by his large shadow.
Both of her hands hung at her side when Buckbeak warily dipped his head down until his grey feather touched her open palm. Atria slowly moved her hand as she ran it down the back of his head.
"Your not savage at all are you," She asked as he nuzzled his head further into her hand.
Getting lost in the feeling of his soft feathers. She then heard what sounded like a dropped pan from inside the hut.
She backed away slowly from Buckbeak as he too raised himself to full height alerted at the sound.
She turned quickly heading into the forest.
Walking into the castle she was greeted by the bustle of students in panic. Everyone running in all different directions in some attempt to get from point A to B.
Atria pushed herself forward entering the current of moving children and immediately regretting her decision. People tripping on their heel and tripping into her, people pushing past each other barging at the shoulders. She had almost made it into the staircase when she heard a loud and commanding voice behind her.
"Black" she turned her head to see Marcus Flint pushing through the crowd to reach her.
"Flint, what's going on?" Atria asked as the puffed boy finally reached her.
"Where have you been? I've been looking for you for the last hour," Marcus said towering over the much smaller 13 year old.
"I was .."
"Come with me," He said pushing in front of her and heading deeper down into the castle, "Professor Snape would like to see you, and I'm here to escort you."
"Why whats happened?" Atria asked stumbling after the much taller and long legged boy.
"You'll find out soon enough."
"Is it really that urgent?"
"Yes so let's be quick," Was his blunt reply.
Following the stairs into the dungeon they turned into the potions classroom and headed towards the back of the classroom before going into Snape's office.
He was hunched over in his seat, a quill in hand as he angrily scribbled on what she could only assume was some poor students assessment.
Hearing steps entering his office, he placed the quill down before leaning back in his seat, "Well an hour later and finally she's here," he droned.
"I'm sorry sir I couldn't find her," Flint said.
"Alright Flint, that is all," The greasy haired man said, not even looking at the Slytherin prefect as he left, his eyes locked on Atria anxious figure.
Instead of asking her to come and sit down Snape moved slowly from behind his desk un till he was standing in front of her, "Miss Black, I would like to know of your whereabouts in the last few hours, I know you weren't at Hogsmede, So where were you."
"Well Sir, you saw me and then after I left Professor Lupins office I stayed with Harry for a bit, but for the next few hours, I was alone," It's not like she could tell him where she was and she had never been a very good liar.
A suspicious look grew on his face as he stood taller, looking even more intimidating than he had before, "So for the last 2 hours, your whereabouts can not be accounted for."
"No sir," Atria said, confused by his intentions.
"Do you know aiding an Azkaban escapee is a crime worthy of being sent to Azkaban in itself miss Black?"
"Sir what are you tal-"
"Your father Miss Black?" he snapped at her.
"What about him?" she asked, nervous from the bite in his words.
"Well, the fat lady has been on quite the journey these last few hours miss Black. She says your father ripped her from her portrait."
Atria felt all the blood rush out of her face and she went white, "What?"
"Sirius Black is in the castle," He answered blatantly.
A million thoughts rushed through Atria's head, but she could only say one thing in her shock, "But that's not possible."
"Well I can assure you he has been spotted, and the likely hood of him gaining entry in this castle without assistance is very unlikely," He said, and Atria finally understood his motives.
"Sir I.. I had nothing to do with this," she managed to stutter out.
"Well someone had to have let him in, and you said so yourself, your whereabouts can not be accounted for these last few hours."
"Sir please I would never," she tried to defend herself.
"Of course not, your father is a murdering psychopath anyone who would go after him would be a fool, " He said looking down at her, "But be sure that from now on I will be keeping a closer eye on you miss Black, for your safety of course."
His hand went tot his cloak and he pulled something out of his pocket. He revealed, a small clear phial with a dark liquid filled inside, "I do believe you need this."
"What is it?" She asked as the grey potion, more glugged than moved around in the vile.
"Something to simply put you to a dreamless sleep, it takes about an hour to work. Your cousin has spoken to me about your unhealthy sleeping habits, which I do believe was also a problem for you last year. I have written to your uncle, and he has agreed that this is what's best for you," Snape said before holding the vile out in front of him for her to take.
Atria shook her head as she looked at the glass vile, "Thank you, sir, but I don't think-"
"Well your family does, and your uncle would appreciate it if you had it in my presents to ensure no funny business on your behalf. I have also given a stock to you cousin to last the next month or so and he will make sure every evening that you take it. If he tells me otherwise you will meet me every evening here and I will ensure you drink it myself."
Atria looked to a clock on the wall, "But sir, it's only 7:45."
"Which will ensure sleep by 9 o'clock, so you will be well-rested for tomorrow," He said uncorking the vile and moving it back out for her to take.
Slowly raising her hand, every instinct in her body told her not to do. 'don't do it, don't do it', but with her shaking hand she took the vile from his and swallowed it whole. Instead of moving down her through like warm milk, it slugged almost like concrete. Her face screwed up in disgust and she couldn't help but shake her head.
Holding the empty vile out he took it before turning and walking back to his desk, "Very good, now off you go straight to the great hall please."
"Yes sir," she said before turning and walking as quickly as she could out of the potions classroom.
She sped down the corridor, seeing the girls bathroom at the end of the hall. She couldn't help herself, running through the door so fast it slammed as it swung closed behind her. Heading straight for the first cubical she locked the door and knelt down so she was leaning over the toilet bowl before moving her fingers towards her mouth.
Quickly wiping the tears from her red eyes upon entering the great hall, it didn't take her long to spot Draco among the scattered students, it also did take her very long to notice the fierce eyes that watched her as she walked towards him.
Draco stood among the small group of Slytherins and when he saw her he pushed past the lot of them to get to her. He reached for her shoulder, "Atria where have you been, I've been worried sick," he said checking her over to make sure she was alright.
"I was just talking with professor Snape," She said, her eyes stone cold.
"Then you know what's happened," he said taking his hand off her shoulder and leading her back towards the other Slytherins.
"Yes," she said as they reached the rest. Daphne gave her a relieved look as she too rushed to Atria.
"Oh, you found her," she said as she came to stand on her other side.
"Atria thank god for a moment I thought something terrible must have happened to you," she heard Pansy say, ever the sarcastic bitch.
"Yes Pansy, perfectly fine," She said scornfully.
Pansy raised an eyebrow at Atria's attitude before continuing, "I heard he came at the fat lady with a knife and slashed her open."
"That's enough Pansy," Draco snapped lightly.
Side eyeing her cousin, Atria turned to face him, "Draco can I speak with you a moment?"
Leading the way through the groups of students, Draco followed behind Atria before finding a relatively private area in the open hall. She turned to face him once more her eyes full of anger as she seethed out, "How dare you."
Draco's brows furrowed in a hard line, "How dare I what."
She gritted her teeth, "You went to Snape," She hissed out.
Draco stood watching her dismissively, "I told you I would."
"Draco it was private."
"Don't be so dramatic."
"I'm not!" she said, maybe if she got him to say it out loud he would hear how unfair this was for her.
"It is something to help you sleep at night because we all know, you are not," he said before he moved past her to work away.
"I won't take it," she said after him.
Looking back at her, he gave an aggressive shrug before leaving her with a warning, "Then I guess you will have lots of fun spending your evenings with professor Snape," He before storming off through the mass of students. But noise turned to silence as Dumbledore entered the hall.
Her father was here, in the castle. The moment the words left professor Snape's lips she had felt her heart leap into her throat. Why was he here? she turned onto her back her hand laying over her still thumping heart. Her father had always been a shadowy figure from her past, more a subject than a person and never talked about. There was no point to it, he was locked away in an unescapable prison, she would never see him or hear from him, but that had all changed now. Now the subject became human and filled her every thought. He no longer sat in a maddening prison but walked freely with breath and thoughts. Every step forward led him closer to what he wanted, to some end goal and it had brought him to Hogwarts and she could only wonder why. Atria turned onto her back, stiff from her sleeping mat, to gaze up at the great halls sky. The great hall had always amazed her, from the first time she saw the sky spread above her when she first walked in she was memorised. She knew all the star constellations by heart, her grandmother had made sure she had. If she closed her eyes, she could remember sitting on her grandmother's lap, a mere 4 years old, with a large map of constellation's spread out in front of her on the large polished black table.
"And that one is gamma Orionis," her grandmother said raising a delicate finger to the archer made of stars.
"So grandpa," Atria's high small voice said in the excitement of making the connection all by herself.
"Yes," Walburga said, her pride shining through at her grandaughter's sharp mind.
"And I'm here," Atria pointed with a small finger to the small triangle that resented Alpha Trianguli Australis. It was a small constellation like an arrow and on the very tip shone the small stars of Atria.
"Yes, you are right there."
"Grandma," Atria said, manoeuvring herself so she could look up at her grandmother.
"Yes, darling?" Walburga said looking into her granddaughter's twin grey eyes.
"Why am I all alone?" Atria asked, her voice shy.
"What do you mean all alone?" She asked giving the child a puzzled look.
"I'm far away from everyone else," Atria said her eyes stuck on the lonesome set of stars.
"Do explain."
"Well, Siri-,"
"Don't say his name." Her grandmother snapped sternly.
"Well.. his right next to grandpa," Atria said, shaken by her grandmother's anger, "And everyone seems to be close to someone else and I'm all by myself."
Walburga shook her head at her granddaughter sentiments before pulling her closer into her chest."You are not alone, see," she said pointing over to a large star close to Atria. "Your right next to my son."
Atria instantly recognised the familiar star in the Leo constellation, "uncle Regulus."
"Yes and he'll watch over you like the uncle I know he would've been."
"Do you miss him?"
Walburga looked down her eyes not straying from the single star for which she named her one true child after. She had lost a lot, Her firstborn, her husband, but then day her baby boy was ripped from her would remain the only loss she could not bear. "Every day my love." She replied softly. "And even if you were alone, it wouldn't matter. Do you know why?
"Why?" Atria asked curiously.
"Because," Walburga began wrapping her arm's around the tiny girl, "Atria is the brightest star in the southern constellation, which means that on the cloudiest of nights you can be seen through the clouds and all the other stars can only see you," She said before digging her fingers into the child's sides making the small girl let out a fanatic giggle that brought joy to Walburga's eyes once more.
After Atria was left begging for mercy she once again turned to her grandmother, "Grandma?"
"Yes,"
"Why can't I say his name?" Atria asked looking down and fiddling with the corner of the map.
"The traitor," Walburga answered not able to help but glare at the mere mention of her mongrel pup's name
"Yes"
Atria felt herself being lifted up off her grandmother lap before she was turned around to face the grey eyed lady.
Atria loved her grandmother. She spent every last weekend of the month at Grimmauld place and up until her grandmother's death, it was one of the only places that truly felt like home.
Her grandmother was a well respected lady, she may even say feared lady. Even uncle Lucius never dared speak out of line while in her grandmother presents. She held her self with a sort of confidence that one could see was not forced but completely natural. Something that to this day Atria was very envious of. Walburga was tall and thin with long black hair and sharp facial features. One look over her nose with a pointed brow would have anyone break under the pressure of her gaze. Atria would never dare to lie to her grandmother. The women would see through the girl in an instant, she had only seen her grandmother cross once and it was something she never wanted to see again. Oh yes, her grandmother was an intimidating figure when she wanted to be, and when she was staring at you with her austere gaze, you were completely under her spell.
She placed a hand gently under Atria's chin as she lifted the child's eyes to her own.
"What you must remember my love is that we Black's name ourselves for the heavens because we are above them all. We represent the very meaning of what it is to be a true witch or wizard, Something for other's to strive for." She then took Atria's small arm in her hand before running a single finger gently up the girl's arm, "and the legacy of your family is one that is renowned, your father Dismissed our ways and as some stars do, he fell."
Her memory blurred as hushed voices interrupted her thoughts. Trying to calm her breathing she relaxed as to appear asleep as the voices grew closer.
"I would prefer if you refrain from writing to the Malfoy's, for now, Severus," came the wise and aged voice of Albus Dumbledore.
Their footsteps stopped as professor Snape's voice stumbled, "headmaster I sim-"
"No Severus," Dumbledore interrupted as she heard as feet stop close to the end of her mat, "Hogwarts is the safest place she could be right now, so here she will stay."
"But if Lucius hears of this," She heard Snape whisper.
"He will not, Cornelius and I have decided there is no need for such panic so the news of Sirius blacks presents here will not reach the prophet."
At this Snape's resolve weaken, "yes headmaster."
The footsteps continued until you could hear them echoing in the outside corridor.
Atria turned onto her side opening one eye just enough to see if anyone else was around. But instead, she saw Draco lying on his back.
Very awake.
Atria walked into the common room after supper, Draco had not been in the great hall for dinner and it had worried her. Draco never missed a meal.
On one of the desks sat a lit candle, she walked closer when she spotted Draco's wand, quill and a signed letters. He couldn't be far if he had left his wand on the table.
Peering down she looked to see he was working on a letter addressed to none other than Lucius Malfoy
Now that was perfectly normal sons writing to fathers while at school. It wasn't until she skimmed over the content of the letter that the subject of it became abundantly clear and she felt a cold rush of fear run down her spine. It was her.
Quickly taking the letter in hand, she read over the contents, it revealed the news of Sirius Black's break into Hogwarts and Atria felt her fingers tighten on the paper as she read of Draco's concern, if she was not returned home immediately.
She had been so mortified she hadn't heard the steps that grew closer until she heard him call, "Atria."
Turning to face Draco she held the letter in her hand before asking "what is this?"
His eyes leapt from her to the page held in her hand, "it's nothing you need concern yourself with," he said rigidly.
"Why shouldn't I concern myself with it? It's about me," she replied angrily.
Draco jaw tightened as he explained, "Your father broke into the castle and attacked a portrait Atria, his a mad man. The dementors can't find him and Dumbledore has no clue where he is. He could still be in the castle, so how is that in any way safe for you."
"But you heard Dumbledore," She tried to reason with him, "Hogwarts is the safest place I could be and I don't want to go home," she could feel her hands shaking, fear or frustration she did not know, But she was not going home.
"Dumbledore is an interfering fool and if professor Snape won't do anything, I will," Draco said reaching for the paper in her hand.
"Draco, No," she said moving the letter out of his reach and taking a step away from him.
Draco stopped in his attempts to take the letter, "I know you and father have a difficult relationship, but I understand his decision to send you home, its safest you're away from all this," he said softly, but she could see through the false sympathy for what it truly was. An attempt to make her agree with him.
"I'm not going home, I want to stay here," she said growing more frustrated by the second.
"I said I would protect you this year, and this is the only way I know how to, you go home."
Atria could feel something begin to boil inside her as she stared at her over-confident cousin. How dare he, "First the potions and now this?"
"Because we are your family!" he snapped at her, his face as hard as stone, "and It's for the best," he said continuing to ignore every word she said.
Atria could feel the burning in her chest as it began to move up her neck until she felt it raging in the back of her eyes.
"DRACO LISTEN TO ME," she screamed, tightening her fist. She hadn't meant to do it but before anyone could calm her down, the letter was lit ablaze. She felt the flame burn in her hand and she let out a pained yelp as it became ash.
Draco ran to his desk and swiped up his wand up,"Agumenti!" He called as cool water rushed over her smoking palm.
Draco took a small step towards, but Atria took a step away from him while she cradled her hand. Letting out a small Groan Atria slowly opened up her fisted hand, She could see pieces of burnt paper had already begun to stick to the blistering skin.
Draco tried once more moving slowly closer and this time she did not move. Taking his finale step, he heard her soft plea "Please don't make me go home."
Draco closed his eyes before finally giving in, "Okay."
She felt the weight fly of her and she nodded as she released a shaky breath, "Thank you."
He cautiously took her wounded hand into his, examining the damage, "Come on you need to go to the hospital wing."
