Chapter 5: dreaming
I ran out of the castle. My legs simply carried me. I had no clue where my destination was. my face was soaked with sweat. The cold breeze caused me to shiver. Then, in mid run, I collapsed out of exhaustion. I had no clue how long I was lying there. I awoke when I felt someone pick me up. I slowly opened my eyes to see professor lupin staring down at me.
"he's fine, draco." He said.
I heard those magnificent words and passed out in his arms.
That night, I assume I was in the hospital wing. Before I awoke there, I had a dram. I saw my father with voldemort. They were in the forbidden forest with someone else. Harry. This seemed all too real. But my father was dead. It didn't make sense. Harry was sitting on a chair. His body was bound by a serpent to serve as ropes. I was there too. I was hiding behind a tree. Voldemort and my father both raised their wands. I saw everything from my hiding spot. I wanted to stop them, but I couldn't move. Then voldemort, without looking at me said, "you think we cannot sense your presence, young malfoy?" I came out from where I was slowly. They raised their wands higher and simultaneously yelled, "crucio!"
Harry writhed in pain. His screams of agony penetrated my soul. Slowly, I took out my wand, pointed it at voldemort, and yelled, "expilliarmus!" his wand flew into the air and he simply stood and looked at me. I faced my father, my wand still drawn, and said, "you're supposed to be dead."
"well, I'm obviously not." He said back. "it was all a part of his plan." He gestured to voldemort. "you can now watch you lover die…again."
I woke up screaming, "no! don't kill harry! I love him!" I was breathing heavy after I realized I was no longer dreaming.
"I wont kill harry mr. Malfoy." It was lupin.
"my father." I started to say, but was interrupted in the middle by lupin.
"he is alive." He finished. Lupin stood from the chair next to my bed. He paced next to me as he spoke. "you're father never died draco. He is voldemort's most loyal follower. He would never kill him."
I looked up at him. "then why did he fake his own death?"
"you." he sat down on my bed next to me. "you are not the heir he expected. He wanted you to follow voldemort, but when you began to resist him, he knew you could never be the next dark lord. They both had planned for you to take over, but when they knew you couldn't, your father faked his own death so he could leave and join voldemort more permanently.
I leaned up and asked, "but what does that have to do with harry."
"draco, everything having to do with voldemort has to do with harry. Also, your father blames Harry for what happened to you. He wants him dead just as much as voldemort does."
"have I lead them to harry?"
"no draco. Harry has." He noticed the look of confusion on my face and continued. "harry is voldemort's son." I was far too stunned to speak. "they have a bond through harry's scar. A bond that can never be broken until one of them dies. Voldemort knows what harry is thinking if the emotion is strong enough. Now that strong emotion is love. It has impaired his judgments and thoughts. Voldemort will kill him if he cannot concentrate on fighting him off."
"so, you're saying that if harry falls in love, he'll die?" I asked. I was still so confused about all of this.
"I am saying that if his thoughts are consumed with loving you, and he does draco, very much, he cannot think about fighting voldemort. YOU need to help him. Hurt him to help him. If his thoughts are filled with confusion and pain, voldemort cannot know what he is thinking. Hurt him to save him draco. Break his heart. Fill his thoughts with pain and loss."
I couldn't believe what I was hearing. I had to hurt harry. I've spent six years hurting him. "I love him. I can't hurt him." I said to him.
"if you love him, you need to hurt him." He stood up and looked down at me. "remember draco, hurt him to save him. It's the only way to save him." he walked out and left me with my scattered thoughts.
I ran out of the castle. My legs simply carried me. I had no clue where my destination was. my face was soaked with sweat. The cold breeze caused me to shiver. Then, in mid run, I collapsed out of exhaustion. I had no clue how long I was lying there. I awoke when I felt someone pick me up. I slowly opened my eyes to see professor lupin staring down at me.
"he's fine, draco." He said.
I heard those magnificent words and passed out in his arms.
That night, I assume I was in the hospital wing. Before I awoke there, I had a dram. I saw my father with voldemort. They were in the forbidden forest with someone else. Harry. This seemed all too real. But my father was dead. It didn't make sense. Harry was sitting on a chair. His body was bound by a serpent to serve as ropes. I was there too. I was hiding behind a tree. Voldemort and my father both raised their wands. I saw everything from my hiding spot. I wanted to stop them, but I couldn't move. Then voldemort, without looking at me said, "you think we cannot sense your presence, young malfoy?" I came out from where I was slowly. They raised their wands higher and simultaneously yelled, "crucio!"
Harry writhed in pain. His screams of agony penetrated my soul. Slowly, I took out my wand, pointed it at voldemort, and yelled, "expilliarmus!" his wand flew into the air and he simply stood and looked at me. I faced my father, my wand still drawn, and said, "you're supposed to be dead."
"well, I'm obviously not." He said back. "it was all a part of his plan." He gestured to voldemort. "you can now watch you lover die…again."
I woke up screaming, "no! don't kill harry! I love him!" I was breathing heavy after I realized I was no longer dreaming.
"I wont kill harry mr. Malfoy." It was lupin.
"my father." I started to say, but was interrupted in the middle by lupin.
"he is alive." He finished. Lupin stood from the chair next to my bed. He paced next to me as he spoke. "you're father never died draco. He is voldemort's most loyal follower. He would never kill him."
I looked up at him. "then why did he fake his own death?"
"you." he sat down on my bed next to me. "you are not the heir he expected. He wanted you to follow voldemort, but when you began to resist him, he knew you could never be the next dark lord. They both had planned for you to take over, but when they knew you couldn't, your father faked his own death so he could leave and join voldemort more permanently.
I leaned up and asked, "but what does that have to do with harry."
"draco, everything having to do with voldemort has to do with harry. Also, your father blames Harry for what happened to you. He wants him dead just as much as voldemort does."
"have I lead them to harry?"
"no draco. Harry has." He noticed the look of confusion on my face and continued. "harry is voldemort's son." I was far too stunned to speak. "they have a bond through harry's scar. A bond that can never be broken until one of them dies. Voldemort knows what harry is thinking if the emotion is strong enough. Now that strong emotion is love. It has impaired his judgments and thoughts. Voldemort will kill him if he cannot concentrate on fighting him off."
"so, you're saying that if harry falls in love, he'll die?" I asked. I was still so confused about all of this.
"I am saying that if his thoughts are consumed with loving you, and he does draco, very much, he cannot think about fighting voldemort. YOU need to help him. Hurt him to help him. If his thoughts are filled with confusion and pain, voldemort cannot know what he is thinking. Hurt him to save him draco. Break his heart. Fill his thoughts with pain and loss."
I couldn't believe what I was hearing. I had to hurt harry. I've spent six years hurting him. "I love him. I can't hurt him." I said to him.
"if you love him, you need to hurt him." He stood up and looked down at me. "remember draco, hurt him to save him. It's the only way to save him." he walked out and left me with my scattered thoughts.