Disclaimer: Nothing but Mela and the plot idea belong to me. They all belong to J.K. Rowling.
Quick note: Because of the reviews I have gotten I'm posting the rest of the story. If you flame me you will be made fun of in the next chapter. You have been warned. This is to stop all death threats, even thought I haven't gotten any.
To Love a Nazi
Chapter 8- Return from the Dead
Mela's P.O.V-
I ran into Harry today. It was amazing, yet terrifying. I couldn't guess what he was doing here. I saw his eyes. They were the scariest things I had ever seen. I think that they can see into my soul now. He's seen horrible things. I couldn't bear to talk about what was happening around us since we had left each other. I ran away from him.
I ran until I had no idea where I was. This was a place where I could be by myself and live. It was a beautiful garden, but it was dying. I wonder if anyone had been here since Hitler took over. This would be my place. The place where I could go, even in my thoughts, to be away from every thing. I needed to be here. I was dying inside. I could save myself here, as I saved the lives of those who grew here. I started to work. I had nothing, but my bear hands to start digging with. Why should I care what I looked like, digging in the dirt. No one cared about me. I wasn't even sure Harry still cared about me. Hitler would come looking for me later, I knew.
As I dug, everything left my mind. The wonder at seeing Harry again. The pain at seeing his dead eyes. The knowledge that if I was late to meet Hitler I would be getting a beating. I all knew was the dirt under my hands could bring life. All I had to do was to take the weeds away from the plants. The weeds were choking the plants to death. I couldn't get some of the weeds that looked like they had been there forever away from the plants they were killing. I was weak. I had to get stronger. I decided then, that one way or another I would get stronger. I didn't care how I would do this, I just knew I had to.
And so, today I'm following Hitler. I'm following him to the place where the guards of this place train. He told me that he would let me become stronger. I know that none of these men will try to harm me. They know that if they do Hitler will kill them. I'm his alone. This has some good things come with it, and some bad things. Just like everything else in life.
Life was full of choices. My family had made the wrong choice when they didn't leave town. Same as with Harry's family. I now know what happened if you made the wrong choices. I was in control of my life now. I would make every choice I made work for me. Even past things I had chosen would work for me now. This would become my life again. I would make sure that it worked out.
I had told Hitler that I wanted to be stronger so when we were together, I wouldn't tire out as fast. He fell for it. The stupid man thought that the world he was creating worked for him and only him. I really wanted to get stronger so I could save my self and the garden.
I remember a line my mother would say when she woke me up in the mornings of my childhood. 'Welcome back from the world of the dead, Mela.' I was sure back. I had found something to save and help save me. Mela was back and everyone she didn't like should watch out. Because she would get them in some underhanded way, so the never would find out I was back.
