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Chapter 10: Killed A Man Waltz
My life flashed in the dark of the chamber. I hung on to my life barely, but it seemed as hard as a tried, I couldn't let go. This is what I wanted, right? To return to Harry…? Or did my mind truly want to live?
I knew from the on, that in every single person, there was a wish to live for as long as they could. Even if their hearts wanted to die so much, or their brain just couldn't take it anymore, there was always that last step to be taken in the staircase of life. Sometime in their life, there is always a time when that force takes over for them. They have no choice when it comes, and although they may not agree with it then… it would be better in the end.
I stooped on the icy floor of the dark chamber. I was in a small cell, bars surrounding my body. It was more of a cage, but the bars were narrow and long, with a force connecting them. I could easily see the death eaters around me, hustling and working, but I did not wish too. I sat still, my breathing calm, my body cold, and my throat dry. I looked up from the stones once in awhile, but there was nothing to see, just a lot of black figures.
I had to wonder what was going on, and why Voldemort did want to kill me. I couldn't explain the recent events in the real world, or the dreams that were mistaken for reality. Nor could I tell the difference among them. The dream world seemed as real as anything, and the real world seemed like a huge nightmare. I couldn't wait for everything to end…
My eyes burst open, and I could feel a trickle of sweat dripping down my cheek. The sky was dark, in exception of the hundreds of stars that covered the night sheet. They twinkled in their place, so beautiful and independent, and yet so distant.
"Maybe Harry's up there somewhere…" I whispered, my head tilted towards the stars above. "Some day I'll be up there with him…"
I walked down the old parkway alone that night. My book bag in one hand and my fate in another. It was like a waltz, my life that is, always moving but never quickly. Before I knew anything, I was gliding down the lonesome path, almost feeling Harry's body as I held my hands in the air and twirled around gracefully. I closed my eyes loosely and danced down, slowly, trying to remember the moment. And as I came to the end of the path, I could feel a light intersect with my eyes, and there he was, a gust of wind in the roadway to heaven. A protection for the hearts he loved. I closed my eyes again, and the tears floated to the ground safely, my sorrow just as sheltered as anything. My knees weakened and I gently fell to the floor. I bowed my head, the music flowing throughout it… the music repeating in my head. The beats of the violins chiming in as the gust surrounded me and lifted my body into the clean fresh air. The tears, not of happiness neither sadness, freely flowed from my eyes and into the night. The stars twinkled their last twinkle, and the music stopped. I felt Harry no longer, as my waltz slowly began to end…
I don't remember what exactly happened to end up where I was, but somehow, I was apparently there and I could see clearly it was real. I knocked on the door, and waited in the soft rain. It was gentle, tapping on my bare arms and legs. All I had was my skirt and blouse, and my book bag. I held it tightly to my heart, the sanctuary.
The door creaked open, and I was taken into open arms, and then led into the warm house. I sat down beside a large fireplace, warming my body and soul. Then, I could hear his soft footsteps coming down the staircase, along with the sweet aroma of green tea. He laid them in front of me, and then sat beside me on the warm floor.
"Drink," he said, urging the cup in front of my face.
"I'm alright Draco," I said, staring into the fire. "I just needed to know some things…"
"You don't look alright," he sneered. "But if it's information you want, didn't I already give you all you need?"
"Don't lie to me."
"What makes you think I'm lying?" he asked, his brows slanted at me and his arms crossed against his chest.
"Mitchell was killed by death eaters and you know that…" I jeered back. "Why didn't you tell me before, huh?"
He had a stunned look on his face, and then he glanced at the ground.
"Because…" he started. I frowned at him, and then bit my lip.
"Well…" I replied. "Why did they kill him if he was one of them?"
Draco glanced at the floor and then back at me.
"Don't ask me…" he said.
"You're the only one who knows."
"I can't tell you!" he cried, turning his head towards the flames in front of us.
"Please Draco…" I nagged. "I really need to know…"
There was a long silence and then he gazed into my eyes and started to speak again, still looking into the flames.
"My father was a death eater, and one of Voldemort's strongest. Mitchell was married to a witch who opposed death eaters. Later on, we found out that Mitchell's wife divorced him because of his business, and he was so angry that he was beginning to turn to the other side. That is when the chaos started. He was turning over to the other side, and he was angry with Voldemort and his assistants for making him do all the horrible things he had done, and to make his love… hate him. My father tried to bring him back to the Dark Lord, but he just went haywire… and killed my father."
I was speechless, so I let Draco continue. I could see the tears swelling in his eyes.
"Then… angry at my whole family, Mitchell, or Kitts, as he's known as a death eater… came to our mansion one day after my mother had moved back in, and killed her too…"
I stayed silent.
"I don't know why or how I did it…" he started, the tears growing, "but I murdered Kitts."
The knot in my throat was overtaking my speech. I couldn't say anything, so I sat their, silent, wiping the tears from my eyes.
"The whole story about the neighbor was just a cover up… no body ever meant anything to happen… until everything unfolded. And that damned Voldemort wouldn't give a shit about any of us… hell, he's busy taking people's minds over…"
I glanced at the ground. I could see Draco was sobbing. I could hear his loud breathing. I could feel his voice tingle in my ears. All I could so was cry, and then I heard him stop. He grabbed the tray of tea and walked out of the room, ashamed that he had broke down in front of me. I remember like it was yesterday when I had thought Draco to be emotionless, and inconsiderate, and hateful, but I knew it was just a front to confide his feelings in only himself. But what had he done… killed a man? I was beginning to feel like I had been wrong in trusting him…
Chapter 10: Killed A Man Waltz
My life flashed in the dark of the chamber. I hung on to my life barely, but it seemed as hard as a tried, I couldn't let go. This is what I wanted, right? To return to Harry…? Or did my mind truly want to live?
I knew from the on, that in every single person, there was a wish to live for as long as they could. Even if their hearts wanted to die so much, or their brain just couldn't take it anymore, there was always that last step to be taken in the staircase of life. Sometime in their life, there is always a time when that force takes over for them. They have no choice when it comes, and although they may not agree with it then… it would be better in the end.
I stooped on the icy floor of the dark chamber. I was in a small cell, bars surrounding my body. It was more of a cage, but the bars were narrow and long, with a force connecting them. I could easily see the death eaters around me, hustling and working, but I did not wish too. I sat still, my breathing calm, my body cold, and my throat dry. I looked up from the stones once in awhile, but there was nothing to see, just a lot of black figures.
I had to wonder what was going on, and why Voldemort did want to kill me. I couldn't explain the recent events in the real world, or the dreams that were mistaken for reality. Nor could I tell the difference among them. The dream world seemed as real as anything, and the real world seemed like a huge nightmare. I couldn't wait for everything to end…
My eyes burst open, and I could feel a trickle of sweat dripping down my cheek. The sky was dark, in exception of the hundreds of stars that covered the night sheet. They twinkled in their place, so beautiful and independent, and yet so distant.
"Maybe Harry's up there somewhere…" I whispered, my head tilted towards the stars above. "Some day I'll be up there with him…"
I walked down the old parkway alone that night. My book bag in one hand and my fate in another. It was like a waltz, my life that is, always moving but never quickly. Before I knew anything, I was gliding down the lonesome path, almost feeling Harry's body as I held my hands in the air and twirled around gracefully. I closed my eyes loosely and danced down, slowly, trying to remember the moment. And as I came to the end of the path, I could feel a light intersect with my eyes, and there he was, a gust of wind in the roadway to heaven. A protection for the hearts he loved. I closed my eyes again, and the tears floated to the ground safely, my sorrow just as sheltered as anything. My knees weakened and I gently fell to the floor. I bowed my head, the music flowing throughout it… the music repeating in my head. The beats of the violins chiming in as the gust surrounded me and lifted my body into the clean fresh air. The tears, not of happiness neither sadness, freely flowed from my eyes and into the night. The stars twinkled their last twinkle, and the music stopped. I felt Harry no longer, as my waltz slowly began to end…
I don't remember what exactly happened to end up where I was, but somehow, I was apparently there and I could see clearly it was real. I knocked on the door, and waited in the soft rain. It was gentle, tapping on my bare arms and legs. All I had was my skirt and blouse, and my book bag. I held it tightly to my heart, the sanctuary.
The door creaked open, and I was taken into open arms, and then led into the warm house. I sat down beside a large fireplace, warming my body and soul. Then, I could hear his soft footsteps coming down the staircase, along with the sweet aroma of green tea. He laid them in front of me, and then sat beside me on the warm floor.
"Drink," he said, urging the cup in front of my face.
"I'm alright Draco," I said, staring into the fire. "I just needed to know some things…"
"You don't look alright," he sneered. "But if it's information you want, didn't I already give you all you need?"
"Don't lie to me."
"What makes you think I'm lying?" he asked, his brows slanted at me and his arms crossed against his chest.
"Mitchell was killed by death eaters and you know that…" I jeered back. "Why didn't you tell me before, huh?"
He had a stunned look on his face, and then he glanced at the ground.
"Because…" he started. I frowned at him, and then bit my lip.
"Well…" I replied. "Why did they kill him if he was one of them?"
Draco glanced at the floor and then back at me.
"Don't ask me…" he said.
"You're the only one who knows."
"I can't tell you!" he cried, turning his head towards the flames in front of us.
"Please Draco…" I nagged. "I really need to know…"
There was a long silence and then he gazed into my eyes and started to speak again, still looking into the flames.
"My father was a death eater, and one of Voldemort's strongest. Mitchell was married to a witch who opposed death eaters. Later on, we found out that Mitchell's wife divorced him because of his business, and he was so angry that he was beginning to turn to the other side. That is when the chaos started. He was turning over to the other side, and he was angry with Voldemort and his assistants for making him do all the horrible things he had done, and to make his love… hate him. My father tried to bring him back to the Dark Lord, but he just went haywire… and killed my father."
I was speechless, so I let Draco continue. I could see the tears swelling in his eyes.
"Then… angry at my whole family, Mitchell, or Kitts, as he's known as a death eater… came to our mansion one day after my mother had moved back in, and killed her too…"
I stayed silent.
"I don't know why or how I did it…" he started, the tears growing, "but I murdered Kitts."
The knot in my throat was overtaking my speech. I couldn't say anything, so I sat their, silent, wiping the tears from my eyes.
"The whole story about the neighbor was just a cover up… no body ever meant anything to happen… until everything unfolded. And that damned Voldemort wouldn't give a shit about any of us… hell, he's busy taking people's minds over…"
I glanced at the ground. I could see Draco was sobbing. I could hear his loud breathing. I could feel his voice tingle in my ears. All I could so was cry, and then I heard him stop. He grabbed the tray of tea and walked out of the room, ashamed that he had broke down in front of me. I remember like it was yesterday when I had thought Draco to be emotionless, and inconsiderate, and hateful, but I knew it was just a front to confide his feelings in only himself. But what had he done… killed a man? I was beginning to feel like I had been wrong in trusting him…