Tears of a Dragon
Punishment
By: The Mirror of
Erised
Disclaimer:
All the characters from the Harry Potter Series belong to J.K. Rowling, not me.
Outside, the wind is blowing
violently, broken tree branches are all over the school grounds, not even the vicious
Whooping Willow is able to put up a fight. I walked away from the window toward
the door of the Entrance Hall. I thought that if the trees could talk, they
would probably say that they shouldn't to be forced to endure such weather. I'd
agree, if there were anyone that deserves such treatment, it would have been
me, I'm sure of it.
I
decided that if no one else would punish me, I'd do it myself. I swung open the
door, I immediately felt the unforgiving wind jabbing like knives though my
robe, and the cold blades sunk deep into my flesh. It was painful, yet compare
to the pain I feel inside, it was nothing.
It
had been almost two month since Harry Potter's death, but the pain and guilt
felt like yesterday. They say that time heals all, but they were wrong, I know
that I will carry the same pain and guilt to my grave…
I
sat on an ice-cold rock, I looked up at the gloomy sky. A flash of lightning
cut cross it, a roar of the thunder can be heard. A storm is coming… The lake
has never been so fierce before, as though an invisible giant was stirring it.
I allowed myself to slip back in my memory, when it was two month ago…
I
sat alone in the Slytherin common room, the room was quite, except for the
steady snores that came from the boy's dormitory. Around midnight, the fire in
the fireplace suddenly turned emerald green, father's face popped out of
nowhere.
"Son,"
he said, though he rarely called me son, "tomorrow, provoke Potter, and trick
him into going to the forbidden forest at midnight, understood?"
"But
father..." I tried to argue, but he cut me off.
"Do
it!" he snarled, then I heard footsteps, he must have heard it too. "It's his
life or yours!" he threatened, and with a little poof his face was gone.
The
next day I caught him and Ron together in an empty corridor, I had to get rid
of Weasley. I let go of all the spiders I've caught, after he saw the spiders
and insisted to leave, I did a simple charm that made Potter's bag split and
all his things fell out. Weasley couldn't wait so he left him behind.
I
went up to him and said the most insulting things I could say and challenged
him to a midnight duel in the forbidden forest. I don't remember exactly what I
said, and I don't want to remember. But I knew that he had gotten angrier than
he ever had in the past four years. His face was beet red as though he was
burning in anger, I knew that I've succeeded, but the amusement that should
have came to me was missing. Usually when I provoke him, it gave me great
pleasure, however, this time all I've got is guilt.
Around
midnight I sat sleeplessly in my bed, I knew that he is on his way towards death.
I stared at the clock, it's just a matter of time now. When all three hands
struck twelve, I shut my eyes, I felt a sharp, horrible pain struck my forehead,
I saw a flash of green lights through my closed eyes, and a cold, cruel,
high-pitched laughter rang in my ears before I passed out.
I
woke up the next day in the hospital wing, beside me I saw a coffin with "Harry
Potter" engraved on the top. I've done it, I've killed him. I closed my eyes
and sank back into the bed, unwilling to accept the reality. I screamed "NO" as
a silent drop of tear rolled down my cheek…
The
roar of the thunder pulled me back from my memories, a drop of freezing rain
fell on my back, and I felt that my spine had been frozen. I didn't move, I
just sat there, quietly accepting god's punishment. The wind started to blow
more brutally, and the rain poured more frantically…