Close your eyes to disappear
You pray your dreams will leave you here
Still you wake to know the truth
No one's there
I am so thrown by a human presence– by Malfoy's presence– that for a moment I just stare.
Finally, feeling his calculating gaze on me, I regain my senses.
"What are you doing here?" I ask. "What have you done with my family, with Harry?"
My voice is weak and trembling, breaking as I speak Harry's name.
Immediately I know I have made a mistake. The classic Malfoy smirk twists across his features.
He stretches, his gray eyes gleaming."Well, I will answer your questions if you answer mine."
He says this as if he is discussing the weather.
I wonder what questions he could possibly have for me. I almost agree, eager as I am to find out the whereabouts of my family.
But then a strange sensation sweeps through me. I am suddenly infused with fire. I can almost see it burning, feel its heat in my palm. And with it comes pure, raw fury.
I find myself hardening from the inside.
"Why should I tell you anything, Malfoy?"
My tone is a far cry from the tear choked words spoken only a moment before. Now my voice seems to be magnified and as sharp as the blade of a sword.
He rises to his feet in one fluid motion and advances on me. "Have it your way then," he says, leaning his face close to the bars that hold me in this retched cell. "But I will be back. And I will find out what I want to know. One way or another. I get what I want, Weasley. "
His eyes are looking into my own, and I match his arctic stare.
I burn, my rage blazing with the same intensity as the ice in his words.
Finally he breaks away, turning to leave.
"Good night," he says over his shoulder. "Pleasant dreams."
As the distance between us grows, the fire in me flickers. I can feel its flames waver, the heat diminishing.
When finally it dies out completely, I collapse to the floor, my legs suddenly unable to support my small frame.
My skin is hot to the touch, enough to blister anyone who dare touch it.
Like the smoldering ashes left after a bonfire.
Then, it is like dam breaking. Torrents of tears escape my eyes, sobs racking my body.
I cry myself to sleep.
*
Grass, no longer green. Stained– drenched– with the blood of thousands.
Bodies, battered and broken, littering the field.
I am walking through this blood bath, stepping gingerly over countless corpses. My stomach turns. I recognize too many of these faces.
I do not know why I am here, but I wish to escape it.
I trip and stumble, landing face down on the wet and sticky ground. I find myself staring into a pare of blank, green eyes.
Bile rises in my throat and I scramble to my feet. I am trembling. I stand, my hand pressed over my mouth, unable to tear my eyes away from the lifeless form in front of me.
Suddenly the sun begins to sink. The sky becomes a vibrant shade of red. The deep crimson of the blood that covers the ground and the distorted face before me.
My hand drops to my side, my fists clenching.
And I scream.