So much had happened to Krystynnia lately. She could barely stand it. She'd lost her parents who never really loved her, moved in with the Weasleys and fell in love, only to meet Draco Malfoy and question all she'd ever known.
She crept into her prefect room. She slid into the spacious bed. Soon she fell into a deep sleep. She tossed and turned as she dreamed this horrific dream, reminding her of her past:
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"No, Daddy, NO!"
"Shut up, girl!" her dad yelled at her.
"Mama, please! Don't let him do it!" Krystynnia screamed.
"Leave her out of this!" yelled Krystynnia's father, as he struck her mother and she fell to the floor.
Krystynnia ran to the doorway. Her father took a shotgun off the shelf.
"NO!" she cried as he aimed it at her.
Krystynnia ran out of the house, narrowly escaping the bullets. She fled into her grandmother's house.
Her father soon found her and beat her up. He locked her in her room for three days in that particular fit of rage.
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She woke up horrified, sobbing and shaking. Draco crept into the room. "We're you having a bad dream?" he asked. She nodded. "Yes, only it wasn't," she began. He looked confused. "I dreamt about the way my parents used to abuse me, Draco." she explained. He only nodded sympathetically. "Mine too," he said. Tears streamed down her face. "Dad hit me every time I said I didn't want to be a Death Eater," he said monotonously. "They're dead now. They can't hurt me anymore," she said. "But I'm still so afraid. They made me vulnerable, they made me scared of everyone," she said regretfully.
"Don't be," he whispered softly. She smiled up at him through the cascading tears. "Krystynnia, Dumbledore told me to talk to you. He didn't tell me to kidnap you, but he told me to tell you something," Draco murmured. He got closer to her and pulled up her sleeve. At first, she was a bit offended by this; she didn't know what he was doing. "Look," he instructed her. There, on her left upper arm, was a faint, yet recognizable Dark Mark.
Krystynnia started crying harder. Draco pulled up his sleeve, and there was a much brighter Dar Mark positioned on his right arm. "My dad did this," he said vengefully. He smirked. "Your parents were Death Eaters just like mine," he explained, the words flowing from him painfully. "What are we going to do, Draco?" she asked him helplessly. "I don't know, but we'll never give in. I can promise that," he said determinedly. He kissed her and said, "Baby, go back to sleep. It's okay,". "Only if you stay with me," she said, and he crawled in and she had good dreams for the rest of the night.
She crept into her prefect room. She slid into the spacious bed. Soon she fell into a deep sleep. She tossed and turned as she dreamed this horrific dream, reminding her of her past:
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"No, Daddy, NO!"
"Shut up, girl!" her dad yelled at her.
"Mama, please! Don't let him do it!" Krystynnia screamed.
"Leave her out of this!" yelled Krystynnia's father, as he struck her mother and she fell to the floor.
Krystynnia ran to the doorway. Her father took a shotgun off the shelf.
"NO!" she cried as he aimed it at her.
Krystynnia ran out of the house, narrowly escaping the bullets. She fled into her grandmother's house.
Her father soon found her and beat her up. He locked her in her room for three days in that particular fit of rage.
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She woke up horrified, sobbing and shaking. Draco crept into the room. "We're you having a bad dream?" he asked. She nodded. "Yes, only it wasn't," she began. He looked confused. "I dreamt about the way my parents used to abuse me, Draco." she explained. He only nodded sympathetically. "Mine too," he said. Tears streamed down her face. "Dad hit me every time I said I didn't want to be a Death Eater," he said monotonously. "They're dead now. They can't hurt me anymore," she said. "But I'm still so afraid. They made me vulnerable, they made me scared of everyone," she said regretfully.
"Don't be," he whispered softly. She smiled up at him through the cascading tears. "Krystynnia, Dumbledore told me to talk to you. He didn't tell me to kidnap you, but he told me to tell you something," Draco murmured. He got closer to her and pulled up her sleeve. At first, she was a bit offended by this; she didn't know what he was doing. "Look," he instructed her. There, on her left upper arm, was a faint, yet recognizable Dark Mark.
Krystynnia started crying harder. Draco pulled up his sleeve, and there was a much brighter Dar Mark positioned on his right arm. "My dad did this," he said vengefully. He smirked. "Your parents were Death Eaters just like mine," he explained, the words flowing from him painfully. "What are we going to do, Draco?" she asked him helplessly. "I don't know, but we'll never give in. I can promise that," he said determinedly. He kissed her and said, "Baby, go back to sleep. It's okay,". "Only if you stay with me," she said, and he crawled in and she had good dreams for the rest of the night.
