Disclaimer: HP and Crew - J.K. Rowling's. Dalistria - us.
A/N: Necrosia is writing chappie-o numero uno. Oi, that sounds odd. Forgive moi. Tis snowing outside and snow always puts me in a good mood! ^o^
Chapter One
Dalistria Dimiglio ran down the hall of her marble palace. It had come back. The Voice in her head, always calling…
'Dali…Dali, where are you? Talk to me Dali…'
She hated it.
She ran out to the grounds. She had finished all of her written work, and any other thought provoking activities, but this time they weren't working. The Voice was still there.
"I am Dalistria Dimiglio and I am not going to act like an eccentric muggle!" she muttered to herself as she burst into the Dimiglio's private Dueling Arena.
'Dali, answer me, please…'
Muttering a few spells, the training program began. Dalistria blast object after object, attempting to ignore the Voice so that it would leave. Yet still nothing worked. Why wasn't it leaving this time? What did the Voice want? She was a Dimiglio. She couldn't be going crazy.
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Draco Malfoy laid on his four poster bed, staring up at the ceiling. He refused to give up this time. He would get through to his Dali. He knew she was beginning to think she was going crazy, and he knew that she didn't remember him either. He was beginning to lose hope. It had been hours since he had begun contacting her. First she read, then she did some highly advanced magic, and now she was dueling like the world would end if she stopped.
What more could he do?
What if she continued to try and ignore him?
What if he failed.
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No. She wouldn't answer. She would win. She always won. She had to. Dalistria refused to allow herself to become insane.
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Talk to me Dali.
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No. I am Dalistria Dimiglio. I will not answer a Voice in my head!
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Dali, it's me, please, you must remember!
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Dalistria, Dali, fought harder. Physically and mentally.
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Draco sighed. She gave him no choice. He reached into her mind…
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Dalistria tried not make a sound, but she couldn't help it. She could feel her mind being invaded, her memories being forced to her conscious thought…
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'Let me make you remember, Dali.'
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That did it.
"I am a Dimiglio. And no one makes me do what I do not wish to!!!"
She screamed out her fury and mentally thrust the Voice out of her head.
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Draco gasped and started to have a coughing fit. He sat up and leaned over the edge of his bed, the sweat poured down his face. He had underestimated her. He hadn't expected her to be able to fight back so fiercely. He had forgotten how powerful raw emotion could be.
So she wouldn't acknowledge him mentally.
Hm. That presented a problem, for he wanted his Dali back.
And a Malfoy always gets what he wants.
A/N: Sorry it was so short, but with the Christmas holidays I didn't get any writing done, so I've a lot to catch up to. Your turn Dede, maybe your chappie will be longer! ^^
Valimalirit: Ta for reviewing! Erm…This is Necrosia, at the moment, but methinks you already figured that out!