I don't own harry potter. Okay, thats the last time i'm putting that, for future chapters, just know that i don't own them kay? kay. kay? kay!
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"D...Draco?" Analia asked the Monday after Halloween. Classes had resumed and all the students had gathered in the great hall for breakfast.
"Don't do it." The boy said absentmindedly, looking into his bowl of cereal.
Analia didn't understand. A puzzled look came to her face. "Do...what?" She asked.
"What? Oh nevermind. Just forget it." Draco said. He had been thinking about the dream he had the night before...the one where Analia killed Hermione.
"Do you want to talk about it?" Analia said, almost in a whisper. Her features were twisted into a concerned expression.
"Talk about what? There's nothing to talk about." The boy said, straightening his posture and looking the girl in the eyes almost sternly.
"You're lying." Analia said immediately. " I've been around more people than you've probably ever even seen in your entire life. Something happened and I know it. And I think that you know that I know it."
"I..." Draco started. Fortunately he was interrupted by the hundreds of owls that cam flying in. One stopped and deliverd a letter to Draco Malfoy. It was from his father, reminding him of his inevitable fate. Not once in the letter were to two words 'Death eater' mentioned, but their presece was not necessary. Draco know what he was talking about.
'Well, there's no time like the present I guess." Draco thought as he took out a quill and a legnth of parchment and wrote his reply.
I have decided, for myself, that despite your obvious disapproval, I will not comply to your wishes. My life is my own, regardless of what you may say or do. I will not be forced into your plan for my future. I, instead, plan to guide my own future. Wether or not, preferrably not, my own plans and yours lead to the same end, I am choosing to follow myself rather than you.
Your son,
Draco Malfoy
Analia gave him a look. Daring him to tell her what was in the letter.
Draco smiled, rather sadly, and shook his head as he walked away from the table to his next class, leaving the girl sitting there, watching him as he head towards the door.
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"Hey Draco?" Analia Asked as she and the boy were alone in to common room that evening finishing off Professor Flitwick's 20 inch essay assignment.
The boy put his quill down. Not that it was moving much anyways. " What?" He said as he looked at the girl. As his gaze met hers, he couldn't help feeling that somehow, in her own way, she knew exactly what was going on. He ignored the feeling.
"Why don't you ever laugh?" She asked, gluing her eyes to her paper.
"You've...You've heard me laugh before." He said, puzzled. They had laughed during the summer. When Analia first tried the broom. When her first cauldron melted. When they saw Pansy Parkinson faint when she first saw Analia.
"That's not what I mean." The girl said, scribbling down a few words on her legnth of parchment. "I don't mean like that one day I almost fell off my broom. Or that day that day I almost accidentally set your house on fire."
"What do you mean then?" The boy asked puzzled.
Analia set her quill down as she finished her essay. She looked up at the boy. " You know, there's more to a laugh then just a smile. A laugh comes from inside of you. I mean. Ive seen you 'laugh' before. Your face said something was funny. But...It was if it wasn't real."
"I'm lost." The boy said, looking genuinely confused.
"Oh, how do I explain it" The girl said, looking at the ceiling in thought. she looked back at the boy and gave her answer.
"Like when you're mad. You know that you're mad when you are. You can feel something bubbling inside of you, beginning at your heart and spreading throughout your entire body. It just keeps on growing and growing, like a flame, until you can't hold it in anymore and it all just spills out. It's the same thing with laughter, except just the opposite feeling." She said, looking the boy square in the eye as she finished.
The boy looked at his feet.
"I would guess.." He began. "That now isn't really a good time to tell you that I wrote a letter to my father this morning?" He said, flinching at the thought of her reply.
She looked him dead in the eye.
"What exactly did that note say, and what exactly did you write back?" She said. She was dead serious now and pronounced each word slowly and carefully.
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"WHAT?" She yelled. Half in fear, half in disbelief. "You whote WHAT?!"
Draco shrugged. Well, she was taking it better than he had expected
"He is going to kill you! He is LITERALLY going to kill you!" She said, pacing around the room holding her head in her hands.
Draco stopped her from pacing by standing in front of her and grabbing her firmly, gently, but firmly, and holding her at arm's legnth in front of him.
"Nothing will happen." He said. " Not yet anyways. I probably have until Christmas break to figure out what to do." He said.
Analia knew that he was saying that not only to settle her, but to settle himself. She knew he didn't believe the words that were coming out of his own mouth.
She looked him in the face. " YOU have a death wish. Do you know that? What on earth could have posessed you to write that letter?"
Draco shrugged and released his grip. "You"
"ME?!" She gasped. " No no no no NO! I would NOT under any circumstance, I repeat, ANY circumstance, advise you to send a letter of complete rebellion to your possibly homicidal father!" She practically forced the last three words through her clenced teeth. She clenched them to keep herself for screaming so loud that the entire school could hear her.
"Good God." She said as she began to pace again. " You are going to die. We are going to die. Oh, God, what do I do, what do we do. We've got to go to to Dumbldore. Maybe he can lock you in a closst and if your father comes I can just deny everything. Yes, that'll work. C'mon we gotta go." She said frantically and grabbed his hand to drag him to Dumbledore's office.
Draco didn't move and instead pulled her back. "We're not going anywhere. We'll be just fine. If it makes you feel better, We'll talk about it again in the morning. It's very late and I think that we should both go to bed now."
Analia sighed. Tears were threatening to pour out. "FINE! we'll go to bed. But if YOU don't come out tomorrow, don't say I didn't warn you!" She yelled, literally in tears as she ran into her dorm room.
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Draco shut the door to his room. He locked it just to be sure. He hadn't been scared until he talked to Analia. Now he was terrified. He lay down in be and drifted off to sleep, almost regreting the entire day.
His regret was for a good reason. At about three in the morning Draco Malfoy woke to see a figure standing at the food of his bed. His Father. He tried to say something, but realised soon enought that he was unable to speak. Lucius Malfoy must have cast a spell.
"Son how could you? I thought your mother and I had raise you better! You are NEVER to disobey me, or even THINK about it again, do you hear me? And I'll make sure you remember too, boy." He said harshly, struggling to keep his voice down. Miraculously, no one woke up.
Draco stood up, trying to conceal his fear. Apparently, in his attempt to conceal his fear, his features showe a look of contempt and hatred.
Lucius Malfoy knocked his own son right in the mouth and slapped him hard as he fell to the ground. Draco did nothing but look up at his father. The man took this as a challenge and became enraged.
He gave his son a look of pure disgust. Draco's eyes widened in horror as he heard his father mutter the famous words, or rather, word, to the Cruciatus Curse.
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"Oh God, I knew it, I knew something would happen. I told him! Oh, this is all my fault, If I hadn't..."
"Oh Analia would you just hush?!" Hermione asked as she and Analia rushed up to Madam Pomfrey.
"Oh I shouldn't have left him alone." Analia said, looking very worried and sorry at the same time as she ran top speed to the hospital wing. " I knew something like this would happen, Hermione. Why was I do stupid to..."
"Okay, would you stop with your self bashing here?" Hermione said as she came to a screeching halt in front of the door.
Analia pused it open, to find Madam Pomfrey sitting on a chair staring out the window. There was a bed behind her with the curtains drawn. She looked up sadly as the two girls entered the room.
Analia shook her head as tears came puring down her face. "Oh no, God, He's not..."
The woman smiled sincerely. " Dear, it wasn't the killing curse, Don't worry yourself so."
Hermione sighed. She looked to her friend, who was steadying herself on a table by the door. They took two steps towards the window before Hermione stopped and just stood there watching. Analia approaced the woman.
"How...I mean, what happened?" Analia asked. As if she needed explaining.
"Well," The nurse started. " I'm not quite sure. I hear that Lucius Malfoy somehow got into the dorm and probably got into a fight with the poor boy. Most likely he ended up performing the Cruciatus Curse on the poor thing. Funny thing was, nobody hear a sound until one of his roommates, Dorian Halsmer, saw him lying unconcious on the floor, bleeding and hollered, waking up almost half of the house."
Analia looked at the bed. Or rather, the curtains surrounding the bed. "He'll be okay, right?" Analia asked softly.
The woman nodded. "He'll be fine in a few days. Physically. I'm more worried about what that man has done to him mentally and emotionally." She said shaking her head and walking off.
Hermione had never seen Madam pomfrey like this before. She was usually very shap, and curt. But now, she was different. Hermione looked at her friend as she looked back.
"Should..." Hermione started. " Should I leave? I mean, He is your best friend after all, I would guess you'd want to talk to him?"
Analia didn't want her friend to leave, but she nodded anyways and Hermione gently closed the door behind her, careful not to let it slam.
The orphan girl looked at the curtain. Mustering up all the courage she had within her she opened the curtain and stepped inside, closing it behind her. All of the courage she had was not enought to hold back the tears as she saw her best friend lying on the hospital bed, unconcious.
He looked horrible. There were bruised on his face, and his lip had been split. It seemed as if tough he had just gotten into a fistfight with someone. But Analia knew that what he had gone through was more than a fist fight. Much more. Tears ran down her face as she lay her hand on the side of the bed.
"I'm sorry." She whispered out loud, even though she knew he couldn't hear her. "I'm sorry I didn't do something, or tell someone sooner. I am so sorry. This is all my fault. It would have been better if you never knew me at all."
With that the girl turned and ran out of the hospital wing, totally skipping breakfast and heading straight to her first class:Divination.
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