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Dear Journal,
I woke up today in a strange white room. I found myself slumped against a soft-padded and squishy wall with something tight binding me. Everything around me was agonizingly white. I stayed there for what seemed like forever. Leaning against the white wall. Waiting and just watching as time flew right by me. Later, a man in a white uniform unlocked the door and pushed me roughly into the wall and stuck a needle in me. I felt myself slipping into darkness and my eyelids fall heavily upon my face.
When i had awoken again my nose filled with the faint and familiar smell of the Hogwarts Hospital Wing. I openned my eyes to find my uncle peering at me nervously looking at me as though i were about to break. It was then when i had suddenly realized that something was very wrong.
I wasn't supposed to be here. I wasn't supposed to be anywhere. I was supposed to be lying on the ground in a twisted, bloody heap after jumping off the astronomy tower roof.
But instead i was in the Hospital Wing being handled like a piece of glass. I heard bits and pieces of the conversation around me.
"Mentally unstable." "Unconcious." "Memory lapses."Memory lapses? No. I remember everything quite well.
I remember Potter pushing me away yesterday (or was it the day before) and verbally slapping me in my face.
I remember making the long trek up to the astronomy tower late at night pulling my invisibility cloak tighter around me in a weak attempt to keep warm.
I remember climbing out onto the roof and throwing off my cloak and the feel of the wind whipping my hair into my face.
I remember closing my eyes as i took a step off thinking of Harry and only Harry. His eyes and his jet black hair. Gravity doing it's duty and spiralling me off downwards.
I even remember thinking so vividly of Potter that i could swear i heard his voice cutting through the icy air. "Malfoy!" He had shouted.
And then i remember blackness.
Oh yes, i remember everything quite well. I just don't remember how i had ended up being led back into my dorm and am now currently writing in this journal.
For someone who should be dead that is quite an astonishing feat. Except i'm not dead. Why?
How the hell had i ended up in my dorm writing in this journal?
What in the name of fuckwittage had happened?
Bloody hell, there's an owl tapping at my window.
Bloody hell, it's a letter from Dumbledore and he wants to see me.
Oh bollocks.
~Draco Malfoy, confused beyond belief.
~TBC~
::points to review button with a sad face:: Thanks to all those who reviewed!
Dear Journal,
I woke up today in a strange white room. I found myself slumped against a soft-padded and squishy wall with something tight binding me. Everything around me was agonizingly white. I stayed there for what seemed like forever. Leaning against the white wall. Waiting and just watching as time flew right by me. Later, a man in a white uniform unlocked the door and pushed me roughly into the wall and stuck a needle in me. I felt myself slipping into darkness and my eyelids fall heavily upon my face.
When i had awoken again my nose filled with the faint and familiar smell of the Hogwarts Hospital Wing. I openned my eyes to find my uncle peering at me nervously looking at me as though i were about to break. It was then when i had suddenly realized that something was very wrong.
I wasn't supposed to be here. I wasn't supposed to be anywhere. I was supposed to be lying on the ground in a twisted, bloody heap after jumping off the astronomy tower roof.
But instead i was in the Hospital Wing being handled like a piece of glass. I heard bits and pieces of the conversation around me.
"Mentally unstable." "Unconcious." "Memory lapses."Memory lapses? No. I remember everything quite well.
I remember Potter pushing me away yesterday (or was it the day before) and verbally slapping me in my face.
I remember making the long trek up to the astronomy tower late at night pulling my invisibility cloak tighter around me in a weak attempt to keep warm.
I remember climbing out onto the roof and throwing off my cloak and the feel of the wind whipping my hair into my face.
I remember closing my eyes as i took a step off thinking of Harry and only Harry. His eyes and his jet black hair. Gravity doing it's duty and spiralling me off downwards.
I even remember thinking so vividly of Potter that i could swear i heard his voice cutting through the icy air. "Malfoy!" He had shouted.
And then i remember blackness.
Oh yes, i remember everything quite well. I just don't remember how i had ended up being led back into my dorm and am now currently writing in this journal.
For someone who should be dead that is quite an astonishing feat. Except i'm not dead. Why?
How the hell had i ended up in my dorm writing in this journal?
What in the name of fuckwittage had happened?
Bloody hell, there's an owl tapping at my window.
Bloody hell, it's a letter from Dumbledore and he wants to see me.
Oh bollocks.
~Draco Malfoy, confused beyond belief.
~TBC~
::points to review button with a sad face:: Thanks to all those who reviewed!