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Chapter 12: A Pain Of Salvation
Hermione sat in the corner of the chamber, crying. I didn't realize how much it hurt her to know she was going to die along with me. For me, I didn't care, but for her, she sat there for an hour, sobbing. I pushed myself over to her and sat down.
"It's alright Herm," I said. "We'll be with Harry."
"Have you ever stopped to think that Harry wants us to live?" she asked, stopping her crying, and with an angry tone in her voice. "Have you?"
"No," I replied, a frown on my face. "I don't care. I want to be with him…"
"Parvati, Harry wants what's best for us. Haven't you realized that? Why do you think he gave us his power? Why?"
I couldn't answer. There was a large knot in my throat.
"Parvati, how could you be so stupid?" she started crying again.
"Look," I said, trying to come back. "I couldn't help it. You know how it feels. When someone's life is taken away from you, you just can't help but want to be with them, and want to spend your life with them, and want to hold them tight."
"Didn't Ron ever tell you," she said, tears in her eyes. "He's with us now."
"If he's with us now, then why is he making us suffer?" I cried.
"Because he loves us…"
There was complete silence, and then Hermione started to weep again. I closed my eyes in frustrated and scooted across the floor to be alone. I sobbed, and I cried, and I apprehended that nothing would be solved from it, so I stopped. There was total silence now. I could tell Hermione was angry with me, with herself, and with everyone. Just like I was angry with the world. But there was one person that I was so frustrated with, that I couldn't take it any more. Myself.
If I had never been so stupid as to let Voldemort control us… we wouldn't be in this mess, and Hermione wouldn't be crying right now. Although there was a flicker in my heart, that maybe Voldemort would have gotten around my will and force someday, I blamed myself instead. Harry had put his love, his determination, his care, into my soul, and I had wasted it all on a stupid wish that I knew would never come true. Harry was in Heaven, and I was going to Hell. No matter what, I wouldn't be with him anyways.
I could hear Voldemort's angry voice, his chilly laugh, and his mocking hiss throughout the dream. I knew everything would be over so soon. He came once, to check on us, and I just glared at him angrily before I spoke up.
"Why don't you just kill us now?" I whispered.
"Oh, don't worry," he sneered. "You'll be dead soon. Besides, I need to drain you of your last hopes before I can kill you."
"There's still hope," Hermione whispered to me after he left. "It's all your Par. It's all up to you now."
She was crying again. I tapped my fingers on the cold stones beneath us, thinking of what to do. Nothing became clear until I spotted his head in the crowd around us. He glanced both ways, and then stepped over to the cage, pretending to taunt us like the other death eaters had. Hermione gasped, but I covered her mouth with my hand, and crawled over to the back where in the dim light I could speak with hi safely.
"Draco, what the hell are…" he covered my mouth as I had done to Hermione, and rushed his words.
"I know," he started, breathing heavily, "how to get you out of here. Listen. I know where we are. We're in a dream world to you, but it isn't really a dream. We're in an underground lair just north of Hogwarts, and he put a spell on it, so only death eaters can see it as a real place, so if a normal person enters, it looks like a dream, and they wake up somewhere else."
"Then how did you find it?" I whispered. He bit his lip, and pulled his sleeve up to show me.
"I'm a death eater. But I swear, I don't do anything… my father made me become one…"
He looked to the ground, and I put my hand on his shoulder.
"Don't worry, I believe you."
"Good, now we've got to get you out of here," he said.
"But how? There are death eaters everywhere!"
"This!" He pulled out a large cloak that I recognized very easily. "Harry gave me his invisibility cloak before he went to fight Voldemort. Now come on, we need to get you two out of here before Voldemort drains all your will and he comes back to kill you."
"But when someone notices we're missing, then…"
"They won't noticed." Draco pulled over two strangers that were waiting in the distance. I saw they were Crabbe and Goyle. "I gave them some powder, and when they chant the spell, they'll appear back at Hogwarts. For now, tell look like you."
With the wave of his wand, Crabbe and Goyle turned into two black figures the size and shape of Hermione and I. Draco's eyes were twinkling, and I hugged him tightly.
"Thankyou," I whispered. Draco waved his wand again, and we were outside of the cage, with the other two inside. Hermione kept silent the whole time as we walked down the cold steps with a cloak pulled over our bodies. We were as quiet as mice. Hermione wasn't even paying attention, but rather glancing over her shoulder every second to see if anyone had noticed. Once we had walked up a couple of spiraling staircases, Draco grinned and poked us. He motioned to a large doorway, but there were death eaters surrounding the entire door. Draco waved his wand and a few seconds later, we heard a loud scream, an angry and frustrated voice, and footsteps all around us. There was the door, no one guarding it. Draco grabbed our arms, and sprinted towards it, but he was knocked down, along with Hermione and me. I felt bare as Harry's cloaked was stripped off from us.
"I should have known!" An angry voice yelled at Draco. I clenched my eyes closed and prayed. I knew that voice, the chilly, icy one that trapped us, Voldemort. I heard Draco scream, and then there was silence. I looked over at him, and could see his narrow eyes crying in pain; holding the tears in. I reached over, and grabbed his hand, praying. Voldemort laughed, and knocked me back with a wave of his wand. I felt a stinging pain run through my body. Hermione was clutching the cloak, and backing away, as Voldemort kicked her helpless body. I heard her sobbing, and I could hear Draco's pain by looking into his eyes. They were both calling for help, and I was the only one who could give it to them.
Chapter 12: A Pain Of Salvation
Hermione sat in the corner of the chamber, crying. I didn't realize how much it hurt her to know she was going to die along with me. For me, I didn't care, but for her, she sat there for an hour, sobbing. I pushed myself over to her and sat down.
"It's alright Herm," I said. "We'll be with Harry."
"Have you ever stopped to think that Harry wants us to live?" she asked, stopping her crying, and with an angry tone in her voice. "Have you?"
"No," I replied, a frown on my face. "I don't care. I want to be with him…"
"Parvati, Harry wants what's best for us. Haven't you realized that? Why do you think he gave us his power? Why?"
I couldn't answer. There was a large knot in my throat.
"Parvati, how could you be so stupid?" she started crying again.
"Look," I said, trying to come back. "I couldn't help it. You know how it feels. When someone's life is taken away from you, you just can't help but want to be with them, and want to spend your life with them, and want to hold them tight."
"Didn't Ron ever tell you," she said, tears in her eyes. "He's with us now."
"If he's with us now, then why is he making us suffer?" I cried.
"Because he loves us…"
There was complete silence, and then Hermione started to weep again. I closed my eyes in frustrated and scooted across the floor to be alone. I sobbed, and I cried, and I apprehended that nothing would be solved from it, so I stopped. There was total silence now. I could tell Hermione was angry with me, with herself, and with everyone. Just like I was angry with the world. But there was one person that I was so frustrated with, that I couldn't take it any more. Myself.
If I had never been so stupid as to let Voldemort control us… we wouldn't be in this mess, and Hermione wouldn't be crying right now. Although there was a flicker in my heart, that maybe Voldemort would have gotten around my will and force someday, I blamed myself instead. Harry had put his love, his determination, his care, into my soul, and I had wasted it all on a stupid wish that I knew would never come true. Harry was in Heaven, and I was going to Hell. No matter what, I wouldn't be with him anyways.
I could hear Voldemort's angry voice, his chilly laugh, and his mocking hiss throughout the dream. I knew everything would be over so soon. He came once, to check on us, and I just glared at him angrily before I spoke up.
"Why don't you just kill us now?" I whispered.
"Oh, don't worry," he sneered. "You'll be dead soon. Besides, I need to drain you of your last hopes before I can kill you."
"There's still hope," Hermione whispered to me after he left. "It's all your Par. It's all up to you now."
She was crying again. I tapped my fingers on the cold stones beneath us, thinking of what to do. Nothing became clear until I spotted his head in the crowd around us. He glanced both ways, and then stepped over to the cage, pretending to taunt us like the other death eaters had. Hermione gasped, but I covered her mouth with my hand, and crawled over to the back where in the dim light I could speak with hi safely.
"Draco, what the hell are…" he covered my mouth as I had done to Hermione, and rushed his words.
"I know," he started, breathing heavily, "how to get you out of here. Listen. I know where we are. We're in a dream world to you, but it isn't really a dream. We're in an underground lair just north of Hogwarts, and he put a spell on it, so only death eaters can see it as a real place, so if a normal person enters, it looks like a dream, and they wake up somewhere else."
"Then how did you find it?" I whispered. He bit his lip, and pulled his sleeve up to show me.
"I'm a death eater. But I swear, I don't do anything… my father made me become one…"
He looked to the ground, and I put my hand on his shoulder.
"Don't worry, I believe you."
"Good, now we've got to get you out of here," he said.
"But how? There are death eaters everywhere!"
"This!" He pulled out a large cloak that I recognized very easily. "Harry gave me his invisibility cloak before he went to fight Voldemort. Now come on, we need to get you two out of here before Voldemort drains all your will and he comes back to kill you."
"But when someone notices we're missing, then…"
"They won't noticed." Draco pulled over two strangers that were waiting in the distance. I saw they were Crabbe and Goyle. "I gave them some powder, and when they chant the spell, they'll appear back at Hogwarts. For now, tell look like you."
With the wave of his wand, Crabbe and Goyle turned into two black figures the size and shape of Hermione and I. Draco's eyes were twinkling, and I hugged him tightly.
"Thankyou," I whispered. Draco waved his wand again, and we were outside of the cage, with the other two inside. Hermione kept silent the whole time as we walked down the cold steps with a cloak pulled over our bodies. We were as quiet as mice. Hermione wasn't even paying attention, but rather glancing over her shoulder every second to see if anyone had noticed. Once we had walked up a couple of spiraling staircases, Draco grinned and poked us. He motioned to a large doorway, but there were death eaters surrounding the entire door. Draco waved his wand and a few seconds later, we heard a loud scream, an angry and frustrated voice, and footsteps all around us. There was the door, no one guarding it. Draco grabbed our arms, and sprinted towards it, but he was knocked down, along with Hermione and me. I felt bare as Harry's cloaked was stripped off from us.
"I should have known!" An angry voice yelled at Draco. I clenched my eyes closed and prayed. I knew that voice, the chilly, icy one that trapped us, Voldemort. I heard Draco scream, and then there was silence. I looked over at him, and could see his narrow eyes crying in pain; holding the tears in. I reached over, and grabbed his hand, praying. Voldemort laughed, and knocked me back with a wave of his wand. I felt a stinging pain run through my body. Hermione was clutching the cloak, and backing away, as Voldemort kicked her helpless body. I heard her sobbing, and I could hear Draco's pain by looking into his eyes. They were both calling for help, and I was the only one who could give it to them.