Black Stained

Chapter 22: Bedtime Stories

She shook awake and immediately sat up right. She remembered what had happened and where she was. After a moment she chose to get up and out of bed. Her feet touched the cold stone again and she walked towards the window on the left side of the room. Something was nagging in her mind, she turned when she remembered the other man, who had been here. The bed was empty, or he had healed or they had removed him. She believed it to be the latter, after her 'accident' - as Charlie liked to call it. She wanted to look out of the window, but some spell had been put on it, she couldn't see through it. She sighed and closed her eyes, rejoicing in the light which lighted the room. She walked back, finding her legs and body stronger than before. Only then she noticed the man in the chair next to her bed. She smiled when she saw him slumped down on the chair, sleeping. There was a note beside him, she bent over him to read it.

'Aral,

If you read this you must have woken up. I'm glad about that.

Your condition wasn't very possitive, but mr. Malfoy and I have done our best with healing your wounds.

I do have to accent that you do not leave your bed under any circomstances. And I mean it!

I also have to note that things have happened while you were in our care... But we'll tell you later, nothing to worry about now.'

Aral frowned, this was getting a bit suspicious. What could have happened? Did the ministry show up, because of the damage?

Bloody hell.

She sighed, but then realized she didn't give a damn about the ministry. If they wanted to lock her up and throw away the key than why not?

'Notify me when you've woken up.

Hope you get well soon,

Alina.

PS: If Charlie is sleeping you should probably let him be; he hasn't left your side since you fell asleep again.'

Aral smiled at the last. He hadn't left her...

She felt something, she felt... She had no idea what it was. She ruled it off as flattered, nothing less, nothing more.

She wasn't supposed to leave the infirmary...

But breaking rules is so much fun!

She smirked at her inner self, someone she hadn't been for a long while. This place was really having an effect on her. Slowly she stepped away from Charlie, trying not to wake him. He did really look tired, and the chair didn't really look comfortable. She wanted to do something about it and without thinking she levitated him and slowly placed him on the bed with soft pillows and blankets. He seemed much better and more handsome.

'Goodnight, Charlie.' She whispered with a smirk.

When she reached the door realization hit her. She froze on the spot, turned back to the bed and stared. She had just effortlessly conjured soft pillows and blankets, and levitated Charlie! After a moment she chuckled and smiled, her day couldn't get any better. She had been cured! Or at least started healing. Softly she closed the door and started exploring.


After removing the cold cloth hanging around her thin body she put on her own clothes, enjoying the long sleeved black shirt and trousers. She was walking through a corridor and started wondering why she couldn't see through the windows. On some walls there were portrets hanging, picturing old wizards and witches with titles such as 'Inventor of the Pordontix potion' or 'First witch to ever tame a dragon'. The witch on the latter painting looked very old, but sweet, save for the large scar covering her tanned face. Aral enjoyed walking around. Though she also wondered why the corridors seemed so abandoned, she hadn't seen someone since the room where she had been in.

Suddenly she heard voices and quickly backed up to a wall. The voices came from a room opposite her. Two woman were talking, they sounded young.

'...and the whole place shook! It's a miracle everything is still standing.' Someone spoke.

'I wish I had been there! Why did I have to go to the village yesterday? It sounds so- so... exciting.' The other girl rambled.

'Exciting? Terrifying! I thought I was going to die... I saw that old guy, Ben, after it had happened - I had to help him with some burns - and he looked so freaked, like he had seen a ghost!'

'Oh really? But you were here when it happened, who's your source?'

'Well, I tried to make Ben talk, but of course he wouldn't spill anything. But then I walked into Sebastian...'

The girls giggled for a moment. Somehow Aral had the feeling this Sebastian was the handsome guy from the hills who had commented after her little outburst against the older guy. She stuck out her tongue in disgust, she was allergic for giggling girls, especially when they are giggling about some guy. But she kept listening, interested in what Sebastian had told her about what had happened.

'Come on, tell me!' The other said, impatiently.

'Well, he said he had never seen anything like it and had never felt such powerful magic.' Her tone turned a little more serious. 'He had never felt something so dangerous... He said the dragon was scared of her. Scared! Of her? Have you ever seen her? Pale and skinny!'

She laughed. Aral's brow arched.

Pale and skinny? I beg your pardon...

She started to loath these girls. Still she kept listening, interested in what stories were being told about her on the reserve.

'Apparently she fought the dragon by trapping it with water. It was a fire dragon, you see, it was the dragon's weakness.'

'But it was a full size dragon? How on earth did she manage that on her own?'

The other stayed quiet, probably shrugging her shoulders, not knowing the answer.

'Everyone else had crossed the second barrier already, but she stayed. I don't understand her in any way... She could have died.'

Aral looked down at her feet, remembering that moment. Yes, she could have died. But not as easy as the rest of them. And a small part of her didn't care, didn't care if... She pushed away the thoughts and shook her head. She shouldn't think like that.

'But I guess it doesn't matter anymore. Draggan will have to fire her, for sure.' She giggled.

Aral took a step back and leaned against the wall, head toward the ceiling.

Bloody hell.

She had totally forgotten about that. But of course... He would have to register this 'accident' at the Romanian ministry of magic and their rules must include something telling she should be fired. Standard protocal. Wait.

If the ministry knew about her accident, they knew about her. And all the files the ministry of magic held were shared across the world, including the English ministry. Therefore, Harry must have been made aware of where she was - let's frase it as - hanging out.

She felt like hyperventilating, but made no noise. All she wanted to do was leave and flee. She needed air, she needed to be outside. Visit her young and see what Gemi had been up to. Immediately she made her way down the corridor, before she was stopped by something one of the girls said. She froze in place when she heard a name.

'So, have you seen Charlie, Britney?' One asked the other.

The other sighed annoyed.

'Oh, shut it. He's been locked up in that room with her all day.' Britney said 'her' with quite a lot of disgust in her tone. Aral once again raised a brow.

'I heard of your conversation you have had with him at lunch.' The other snickered.

Aral heard the sound of someone being smacked on her arm.

'Ouch! He did call you 'daft cow' if I recall correctly.'

'Yeah well, he had just had a rough and long shift and was irritated, and then I started nagging about those rumors around Potter and he just...'

Her last words were muffled as they seemed to have moved away from the door. Aral didn't want to try and listen anymore. The girl Britney had tried to talk to Charlie about her? About the rumors, which had been going round on the reserve. Aral snorted. Daft cow indeed. She made for the stairs and quickly walked down to the hall. She peered around the corner to check if anyone was there, but the desk where the receptionist was supposed to be was empty and as quick and quiet as she could be she made for the door.


After having formaly been permitted to visit Aral on the reserve, Draco stalked towards the cabins. He had been told where her's was located and could see it already. He hadn't been permitted to go in the hospital anymore, since he practically broke some rules and had just walked in, but he was free to visit her. He just didn't have the time to just wait around the hospital outside. So he had decided to wait at her 'home'.

As far as you can call it that. He thought when he saw the small wooden cabin.

He was careful to detect any protective charms, but knowing Aral she probably hadn't done anything to protect her little cottage. With a flick of his wand the door opened and he stepped inside, enjoying the little warmth from the cabin. Quickly he closed the door and turned around. He looked around, careful not to touch anything. He sighed when he saw how she was living; it was a mess, books and papers spread across the whole floor and some clothes hanging on chairs. He looked in the kitchen, glad to find it was a little more tidy and dishes clean. He conjured himself a glass of water and pulled back a chair, sitting down to wait. After a few minutes of boredom he noticed another door, probably leading toward her bedroom. He knew he shouldn't, but he couldn't help himself and stood up. He pushed the door open to reveal a dark room. He flicked on a light and looked around, all the while sighing.

Complete mess.

When he took another step he felt something under his shoe and bent down to pick it up. It was a letter with a picture attached to it. He scanned the letter. It was from Hermione; she wrote about what was going on back in England and how they all worried about her. He sighed again, and dropped the letter. He looked at the picture; it was a picture of the Weasley's with some additions of girlfriends and wifes. He dropped it too. He sat down on the bed and next to him there was another pack of letters, he couldn't resist and opened them one by one.

He read each one. Each letter contained concerns and people calling for her. Each letter told her something about the life she had had in England, which she still could have, but had denied herself. He sighed again. Aral was very exhausting sometimes to take care of. After reading some of them he threw them back on the bed, too tired to read the words. He laid down on the bed and closed his eyes. Permitting himself this short moment of rest. But when he closed his eyes it wasn't for a short while anymore. He had fallen in a deep sleep.


He woke up startled and wet, his face covered in water. He yelped in surprise.

'Bloody hell!' He grapped his wand and quickly tried to stand to advance his attacker. He heard a laugh and paused when he realized it came from Aral. Blinking he took in her features, laughing and bright. He hadn't heard her laugh in years, not truly laugh.

'Did you have to do it?' He grumbled cranky, but couldn't help join in with her laugh.

'Yes, you practically broke into my home and I have every right to throw water on your drooling face.'

'I don't drool.' His comment only made her laugh harder, but for once he didn't mind, he liked the sound. He turned the tip of his wand to his face and muttered a drying spell, he cleaned himself up and pulled his clothing right.

'Always so vain.' She remarked while turning around and walking through the small door toward her kitchen. She didn't see him stick out his tongue like a child. Maybe he was childish after all.

'So why are you here? I don't believe you came here only to take a nap in my bed.' She commented.

'Why are you here?' He retorted. 'Last time I saw you, you weren't exactly in the best of state.'

She snorted and picked up some papers and books and shoved them aside to make some space.

'Because every other time you've seen me I looked great?' She said sarcasm overflowing.

He sighed. 'To answer your question: I still needed to talk to you.'

She plopped down on her small couch and sighed. 'About what?'

He looked at her and contemplated what he was going to say and how he was going to say it. He tilted his head and Aral waited patiently on his answer. He sat down on the chair opposite her and leaned back, reached into his pocket and pulled out the object he had showed her earlier.

Her eyes found the object and immediately she froze. 'I don't want it here.' She said after a long moment.

He inspected her intently and ignored her wish for the object to be gone and placed it in front of her on the table. He saw her flinch and she glared up at him.

'When you gave me the object you never told me why and you never told me what it is.'

She didn't say anything so he continued.

'You just handed it over to me and I never questioned you. But now I really want to know why and what it is.'

'Want and need are two very different things.'

'Damnit Aral, I'm not playing this game!' He growled.

'It isn't a game. I just don't think you need to know.' She retorted.

'Well for once in your life, don't think that you're always right.' He snarled.

She bend forward and leaned her elbows on her knees. 'We compromise. I ask you a question and you ask me and we have to answer with the truth.'

He nodded in agreement and waited for her question, already having asked his.

'How did you find me?' Was her question.

Draco answered first. 'Harry came to me once, he was worried about you.' He paused and looked out of a dirty window. 'First it was just brotherly concern of course, but it became worse. Did you know he filed you as a missing person?' He asked suddenly, almost having forgotten about it. Aral raised her eyebrows and shook her head, she didn't. 'Yes, well, he did. But anyway, I got angry and whenever I'm angry mother always knows to find me.' He grumbled, but Aral understood she had known his mother was always concerned about him and was able to feel from miles away if he was upset. 'She came to Malfoy Manor and talked to me. She said that I had to find you if I wanted to help you. But I didn't know how. But then something hit me; the necklace you gave me...' He looked up into her eyes and she listened intently. 'I just had this feeling that it would tell me where you were and I was right: when I picked it up, somehow my mind traveled to yours and I was able to see and feel what you were seeing and feeling.' He fell silent again, and Aral's gaze dropped when she realized he must have felt and seen her fight with the dragon. 'I saw hills, a dragon and a streak of red hair. It wasn't much, but all I needed to know where you were. Especially that last one helped out.'

She smirked when he mentioned Charlie. 'You know he has a bit of brown in his hair too, like one of his ancestor's.'

'Well, I don't spent my time gazing at Weasley's hair to make out which colour it exactly is.' He teased.

She snorted and turned her attention to the object again. Something like fear crept around her and closed in on her heart.

'Now it is your turn to answer my question.' Draco calmly noted.

She swallowed and shook her head to clear it and focused on the question. She didn't know what and how she was going to tell him. That she had found it somewhere, that it belonged to her mother, whom she didn't know? All those thoughts pained her and she didn't want to think of them. She shut her eyes and took in a deep breath. She hadn't heard him move, but after a moment she felt Draco sit down beside her and gently put an arm around her shoulders. She opened her eyes again and fought back any possible tears, she was determined not to cry, she was over crying. Hesitatingly she reached out to touch the object, but before she came even near it she pulled back. She turned her head and focused on his face. On the face which had become so familiar over a summer. Again she sighed, but started forming a story in her mind.

'Do you remember that time at tea?' She asked softly, trying to make him remember a certain time at the Manor.

He frowned and thought for a moment, trying to recall a moment specifically with tea. Then it came to him. He nodded slowly.

'We were summoned to some occasion though he never told us what it was about. And it involved tea.'

'Do you remember who were there?' Frowning at her question Draco thought about it, but didn't answer directly.

'Yes, why do you ask? Aral, are you trying to distract me?' She just shook her head in response.

'Do you remember me?' She asked quietly. Draco opened his mouth to say 'yes', but then realized he was wrong.

'You... weren't there.' His frown deepened. 'Where were you?' He asked further.

She took a deep breath. 'I was... investigating.'

He quirked a brow, in mock gesture. 'Investigating?'

'I was trying to find... someone.' She spoke with difficulty. 'And I may have altered your memories a bit...' The last words she spoke in whispers almost inarticulate for Draco.

'Wait... why?' He tried to look her directly in the eye, but she avoided his piercing silver stare by turning her attention to her hands. Abrublty she stood and stalked away. Started opening cupboards and started searching for something.

'We'll need water, a rope and paper.'

'Aral.'

She ignored his call.

'Aral?' He had stood up and stood behind her, watching the witch frantically search through her kitchen.

'Rope.' She muttered, while her hands were trying to find it in a small box under a table.

'What?' He asked confused.

She turned around and looked at him. 'I. Need. A. Rope.' She articulated every word. Stunned Draco gaped at her and blinked. While she had already turned around and continued her search he slowly reached for his wand and wordlessly conjured a rope. Noting the rope in his hands she walked over and delighted took it from him.

The only thoughts circling in his mind; why a rope? And why hadn't she even thought about using magic, which had gone way faster than her way.

'What is it with you and using magic?' He asked while shaking his head. She glared at him, but made no comment. She took a bowl from her kitchen and filled it with water, then walked over to a wobbling pile of books and papers and pulled one sheet of paper out. She sat down and placed the three things in front of her and gestured for Draco to sit down too.

'What is this all about?' He asked flabbergasted, still not understanding one bit of her strange behaviour. He was starting to think she had lost her mind. She took his hand and dipped some water on it.

'If this is some strange excuse to throw water at me, again, I won't be as forgiving as last time.' He growled.

'Vain.' Aral snorted as remark. She dipped the rope in water too and halted in her movements, seeming to think over what exactly she was supposed to do.

'You have absolutely no idea what you're doing are you?' Draco sighed.

'I know what I'm doing! I just haven't done it before.'

Carefully she bent over and placed the paper in the water and let it sink in the bowl. She took the rope and, while being carefull not to drip too much water on her floor, she knitted it around his right hand and then around her own.

'You could at least tell me what exactly we're doing.' He said after she had dipped her finger in the bowl of water and poked the paper, which was still soking wet.

She ignored him still, however. Concentrating on the next step, which to be honest, was the part she didn't really know how to do. She had read the guidelines on the paper, which Charlie had showed her, but she was still doubtful of the performance. The description was full of holes and she would have to improvise most of it. She didn't want to show Draco her doubts, though, for she didn't want him to doubt her, already having questioned her use of magic. From the corners of her eyes she could see him open his mouth to comment on her behaviour again, but she quickly shut him up.

'Hush.' She gave him a glare saying so. And with that she closed her eyes, but before she actually started to do something she opened them again and turned to Draco with a concerned look in her eyes. She swallowed. 'If- If something goes wrong...' His eyebrows shot up. 'then I will need you to... stop me. By any means necessary.'

He wanted to argue and tell her not to talk in such way, but he couldn't find his voice as her piercing green eyes bore into his own and pleadingly looked at him. So he nodded and turned his eyes away, down to their bound hands. When he looked up at her again her eyes were closed once again and face contorted into pure concentration. He waited.

He did feel something, pulling and pushing. Some cold and warm touches. But it never came close enough to discern what exactly it was, so he waited and sat still, patiently. They sat there for a while now and his patience started slipping and he bit down on his lip to keep from breaking this strange silence and stop this nonsense, which clearly wasn't working, anyway. He started thinking and decided this must have been a trick from Aral to try and bring his mind off of the matter at hand, which almost did work. He slowly lowered his hand, his arm had started aching from the long hovering in mid-air. The rope on their wrists pulled hers down too. Then he suddenly felt something. Like an arrow made out of cold air shot through him, the feeling comparable to a ghost walking straight through you. The cold shiver of death hugging your insides. He froze in his movements and stopped breating. After a second there came another arrow, and another. They kept comming, more and more rapidly. Each one colder than the last. Then it hit him: this was her; her mind trying to reach out to his. This magic required a different kind of memory sharing and at the moment he prefered a pensieve. He bit down on his lip hard, trying not to groan. The cold flooded over him and he wondered if she was feeling the same, and if not; what did she feel? Curious he opened his eyes and looked at her. A small gasp escaped his lips as his silver eyes bore into hers. They weren't green anymore; they were glowing gold, like melted gold sparkling in the sun, an universe locked into two eyes. A piece of beauty so small, and yet so dangerous. He hadn't seen her eyes in this way for a long time, not since summer 1997. All the oxigen seemed to have been sucked out from the air and he couldn't breath, yet it also felt like he didn't have to. Her eyes were staring into his and after a moment the gold seemed to widen and spread. He could only see the cold, like a sea of liquid magic and power. He felt himself drowning and sinking further down each second. A part of his mind told him to breath, to break this concentration and vulnerable bond between their minds, but the other part of him said he should stop struggling and embrace her mind. To share in her thoughts and to share in her memories. He only had to let go of the ground and sink into the gold. And he let go, he felt himself loose all form of sense. He could not smell, hear or feel any of his surroundings. He could only see gold. Suddenly a big gush of air filled his lungs and forced him to breath. But with the air came images and sounds. He suddenly heard a soft voice and a hard voice in his mind. The multiple voices screeched and yelled, their sound echo-ing like sharp stones through his head. He groaned, but didn't let go. He let her enter and share his mind. The images and voices weren't clear and he couldn't decipher anything. One thing started getting louder and more clear, though. An empty, dark room. A feeling crept over his heart; loneliness, and adrenaline pumped through his veins. He saw something on the other side of the room, a shimmer of light. He felt his body move, gliding to the other side. He felt strange, he looked down to find a body which was not his own. Dark cloth hanging on a thin, pale body. His head was forced up and looked at the light again. Apparently it came through a door, which had been opened slightly, letting a small beam of light through. Though the body in which he had been imprisoned moved closer to the door, it never went through. He listened to a sharp, high voice on the other side, which he knew all too well. The dark lord. A shiver ran down spine and he moved back. He knew he was dead, but still the memory scared him, and he wished to leave this dreadfull place. But the body had other plans and moved to another door. Soundlessly passing through the corridors of the house and moving downstairs. A loud crack came from behind him and he heard a soft shuffling.

'Mistress.' An elf greeted her with a low bow, his hooked nose scraping the floor. Draco recognized him as the head elf of Malfoy Manor's kitchen.

'Pobrey.' His mouth greeted, but his voice sounded different. It was the voice of Aral, he had figured to be trapped inside her body, since it was her memory. He turned slightly down and towards the elf. 'It is time for tea.' He whispered.

'Very well, my lady. Pobrey shall do as mistress demands.' Pobrey bowed again and stared at his feet. Draco was slightly shocked about how they treated her, like a queen. The queen of Malfoy Manor. A frightening thought.

'Good.' He said in a strangely cheery voice as he straightened up and moved for the head entrance. With a wave of her wand, hardly having moved it, the door opened and closed as she left the house. Like a queen leaving her castle.

The memory blurred slightly and vague, different things showed before his eyes. The voices returned as he kept walking.

'Don't!' A sharp voice snapped.

'I have to...' A soft voice argued.

'You can't! He can't be trusted.' The sharp one growled.

'Can't be trusted? He saved me.' The soft one retorted.

'He will hate you. Like we hate you!' The sharp one again snapped.

'No...' The weak retort was met with a cackling, dark laugh.

'Shut it! Both of you!' Draco recognized this to be Aral. He wondered if he was able to communicate with her.

'Yes, Draco, we can.' Aral told him. This surprised him.

'Do you hear my thoughts?' He asked after a moment.

Aral laughed. 'Sometimes. Bits and pieces. Not all of it, you don't have to worry.'

Draco's attention got pulled by the moment Aral suddenly apparated to another place and he looked around.

'What is this place?' He asked in his mind.

'A place where nightmares come to live.' She said softly, fear clearly present in her always steady voice.

They moved further to a muggle house with the number nineteen on it. They halted in front of the door. Draco could feel her heart beat starting to quicken. They entered the hall and immediately noted three people. Draco was curious about the third above them, his head tilted lightly, but ignored the third presence. The other two were talking about things. He could hear their voices and their conversation in detail. Most memories become blurred and details get lost, but this memory had been perfect. Every detail worked into the scene and displayed in front of him. His head perked up when apparently the man had said something.

'I just don't understand how that would help. Who would want anything from us?'

He moved around the corner and into the light. 'I do.'

Draco's curiosity grew the longer he watched the scene. The woman tried to defend her husband and herself and the man tried to protect her, but it didn't matter; Aral simply was too strong. They both watched Aral, but looked straight into Draco's eyes with fear. Draco felt strange and he felt scared for the two people. What had happened here? What made Aral dread this memory? They had a conversation and Draco listened to each word.

Apparently the woman knew who Aral was and knew something about her.

'What do you want?' The woman, Sara, demanded.

'Good question. Information.' Aral turned around and looked straight into her eyes. 'Because you've crossed paths with the same child who orphaned at age one just a few months before that horrible evening, haven't you?'

The woman swallowed and tears welled up in her eyes. Her husband, Andrew looked confused. 'What are you talking about? I don't understand, Sara.' He protectively put his arms around his wife.

An emotion flared up inside Draco, but he knew it must have come from Aral. This woman had known her as a baby before she was adopted by the Potter's? Curious.

'Tell me,' he took one slow step forward to the witch, 'what happened before.'

So the woman started telling her a story.

Draco didn't hear her voice though, he heard Aral's inside his head. 'This story is the story which changed my life, for ever.'

'The sadness of it is that it formed my future out of the past, which I had tried so desperately to find, and I now loath.' Her words were slow and pained.

'Don't leave me. Please.' He heard her voice as soft as a whisper, like a child, begging.

'Of course not. I won't ever.' Draco told her.

'Maybe you will after this.' Her voice was steady once more, deprived of all emotion, hard as rock and as cold as ice, but he knew she felt emotion, for he felt it flow through him as he shared her mind.

The scene escalated. He felt anger rising. A blackness took over and the anger was suffocating. He felt pure hate and utter loss.

'Give me a reason why I shouldn't make that child upstairs an orphan too.' The words came out like a hiss from a snake and Draco's heart skipped a beat.

No. She couldn't have said that. Not Aral. Not his Aral. The pure hate and anger. It was consuming her and he felt like drowning. The words echoed through his mind and he could hear Aral sob softly. Aral in the memory attacked the man and woman, ending up gripping the throath of the poor woman, Sara.

Angrily she asked about a file. Draco didn't follow the conversation exactly, he could only stare at the fingers around Sara's throath, he could only feel the undescribable anger and pain. Suddenly she glided toward a drawer and pulled it open. In the corner of his eye he could see the man and woman holding each other afraid of the witch and holding on to dear life, for they knew they wouldn't live for long any more.

Desperately he searched for a name on the file, every inch he scanned and he re-read it twice. But there was no name. A Jane Doe, he heard the woman say. Everything became more blurred as the anger rised. The dark room lit with flashing colours. He had never seen such a sight. A world only Aral could see, through her eyes, into another demension. He then saw the necklace. The necklace he had asked about, the strange object representing so much more than he could have imagined before. The windows flew open and the wind came howling in. Papers flew in the air and the curtains curled with the wind. The burning paper's flames at her feet blazed up and spread a dangerous light around the dark place. Draco could feel she started to tremble, anger overflowing and feeling lost. What was happening? A very small voice, far away, whispered something.

What happened to you?

He could feel the pain built up inside her and it needed to get out. He inhaled deeply and let out an agonising scream. And fell to his knees, not able to stand anymore, no energy. And from the centre of her heart, the centre of all pain, loss, hatred and emotion came a flash of green light. Draco gasped and his heart skipped a beat. He watched as the husband and wife, still together holding each other, slumped down to the ground, motionless. Tears were dripping from their blank eyes, which were still open and showing glassy eyes staring into oblivion. The man's eyes were trained on his wife, but the woman's, Sara's, were trained on the ceilling. On her child. Draco's heart broke and he felt the same as Aral, shattered and broken.

The wind had stopped and everything was quiet. Terrible silence filled the air. Untill it got broken by the small creak of the staircase in the hall.


Author's note:

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