Chapter Four: Fear
She sank beside him, he held his stomach and moaned in pain.
She felt a swell of panic wash over her as she stared at him, fear drifting noticeably in her eyes. "Who did this? You have to tell me, so I can tell one of the Pro..."
She felt him grip her arm with what little strength he had left.
"You have to promise that y-you w-won't tell...or he'll come after me again, he may even come after you if you tell anyone of what you've seen here tonight Virginia, do you understand?"
He shook his head, very slowly.
She noticed what appeared to be strangulation marks around his neck.
He suddenly, gripped both her arms with his hands he ran a pale finger down her cheek, and wiped away a tear that lingered on her pale face.
He kissed her cheek and leaned back against the wall, he pulled her toward him, and slowly wrapped his arms around her
. "He can't hurt me while I'm here." He whispered,
"Who? Vol-him?"
Her voice shook slowly; Voldemort wouldn't dare hurt a DeathEater's son.
"You look awful, more so if possible then before." She said, running a finger down his cheek.
He let out a little laugh,
"Is it possible for the spawn of evil to look this bad?"
He almost laughed at his cockiness, being in the fragile state that he was in. "Come on." She said, lifting him up, his arm around her neck holding his hand with her right one and slipping her left around his waist, and left his left hand dangle loosely at his side as she walked, again toward the Hospital Wing.
"You'll be all right, you will. You'll see." She said nuzzling his neck slowly, as she walked. He cringed slowly, and almost fell as she clutched his chest and stopped him from hitting the ground. "Thank you." He smiled somewhat.
