A/N: The pace picks up a bit now, so dig in! It's a lot longer than the first two chapters, and I'm hoping to get some more reviews before starting chapter four. So read it, review it, and tell me what you think. Our dearest Luci is coming up to the castle, and Draco is willing to do anything to keep him from hurting Adria. You shall see. P.S. My thanks to Lorelei Wood for being my beta-reader and Harry Potter Reference Library to Anything I Need.
DISCLAIMER: I do not own this Magical World. J.K. Rowling does, and we thank her for her work. Any road, please don't sue me for making up stories about my love, Draco, and the rest of it all. Onward!
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CHAPTER THREE: The Face In The MirrorNeither Adria nor Draco ate lunch or dinner. Neither could move much less speak. Draco was busy beating himself up inside for what he had done to his sweet Adria, and was scared to death of his father's upcoming visit to the castle. Adria was completely petrified by the fact that her true love had turned on her. "Or did he…" she thought.
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"I'm scared out of my wits about Father coming. He's going to beat me. Worse, he's going to kill me. Still worse, he's going to hurt Adria. Dear Lord, what the hell am I going to do? He'll beat me like he did my mum, and nobody will dare challenge him about it. He's such a prat. Why did he have to raise me in the image of himself? That's why I bloody went and hit Adria. Why in hell did I have to be born, anyway? Father probably forced Mum to bonk him!!! The thick-headed git! And now he's going to come here and beat the [edited] out of me. God, I'm so scared. What in bloody hell am I going to go? And how am I to protect Adria if I'm busy getting beat to a pulp? Dear Lord, help me!"
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It was time for dinner, and all the students that had stayed for the holidays went off to the Great Hall. Except for Adria and Draco. Adria had long since stayed in the girls' dormitories, but hadn't bothered to lock herself in. She had thrown things everywhere from rage and her broomstick lay broken on the floor near the doorway. Draco decided that the both of them had suffered long enough without each other, and he wanted to go apologise to Adria. At the same time, Adria had the exact same thought. He headed to the dormitory, trying desperately to find the right words. Draco opened the door, tripped over the broomstick, and landed face first on top of Adria. Now their faces were inches apart; their warm bodies pressing against one another. Neither could say anything. They continued like this, on the floor, for a few minutes. Draco began running his fingers through her long, black hair. Finally, he thrust himself passionately toward her, and pulled her into a long, sorrowful kiss. She kissed back, and nibbled tenderly on his bottom lip. After their long, deep kiss, still lying on the floor, Draco said, "I'm so sorry, I never…" but Adria cut him off by pulling his face to hers and kissing him again, with the same fervent passion he had given her. They both wanted to stay like this forevermore. For even lying there in a pile of broken dreams and troubled emotions, it was heaven.
Draco and Adria had many apologies sitting together in the Slytherin dungeons. They put a band-aid on their torn relationship, and now all they could do was sit. Sit and wait for the arrival of their ultimate antagonist. Lucius Malfoy. As the light faded outside, so did the colour of Draco's face. Adria gingerly took hold of his hand and realised he was shivering violently.
"I don't know what to say, Draco, my love," Adria said. She tried her best to sound as soothing as possible, because even though she didn't know why, she knew Draco was in danger.
"I… I… Come here," Draco stuttered in a weak, scared voice. Adria slowly got up from her seat and sat down next to Draco. "You're not going to believe this, I mean, I know I shouldn't be telling you this, but…"
"What is it, Draco?" Adria asked, the concern in her voice rising a bit.
"My… my father, he… beats me. And my mum. It's so horrible. The day, I hit you; I'd had a flashback… from… from when I was little. My mum… coughing up blood, father throwing… throwing me across the room and… and punching me in the, the chest, and…" Draco explained between wails and sobs. Adria had never seen Draco cry before.
Adria threw her arms around Draco in an effort to comfort him. Rocking him back and forth, she said, "It'll all be okay, Draco, I promise it will. I love you, and love can't be broken, remember that."
"You don't understand," Draco said, "he'll beat me. He'll break every bone in my body."
"But the one thing he can't break is our love for each other." Adria made a null attempt to reassure him.
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That night, Draco stayed with Adria in the girls' dormitories, provided none of the other Slytherin girls had stayed. He took the bunk next to Adria's. Neither of them thought it would be easy, so Adria took out a Sleeping Draught she had prepared for times like this. She took a sip and handed the phial to Draco. Instantly, she fell into a deep, dreamless sleep. Draco put the phial around his neck on a chain, leaving a cold feeling on his bare chest, but didn't take any potion.
After waiting a few hours to make sure Adria was sound asleep, he tiptoed to the boys' dormitories and took something from his trunk. Then, he snuck back into the girls' dorms. He took a quill and parchment and wrote a quick note and placed it on the bunk where he had slept. He stroked Adria's cheek, and tasted her lips as she slept. He had to pull away. Teary-eyed, he turned on his heel and strode off to the lavatory behind the dorms.
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Adria suddenly awoke with the feeling that something was wrong. She turned over to Draco's bunk and realised he was not there. In his place was a roll of parchment. Apprehensively, she reached over to where Draco was supposed to be laying, picked up the note, and read:
To my dearest Adria,
I hope with great passion that you can forgive me for all the things I have ever done. I never ever meant to hurt you, and knowing I did kills me. You know I love you above all, and I do everything I can to make sure you are safe and happy, no matter what the expense. I am giving my life to make sure that you are happy. I love you more than anything else, and I hope my decision will lead you to a new life. I know that suicide will get me away from Father, and it will also keep him from hurting you. I just want you to know that I love you, and I always will. I give you my best wishes in your life and hope that you can carry on without me. Do me a favour and spill my cold blood all over the carpeting in Father's mansion, and tell him how much I hate him. Tell him I hate him so bad that I hope he gets his soul sucked out by dementors in Azkaban. But I hope you always remember that I love you. Trust in my self-righteous suicide.
Love always and forevermore,
Draco Nyasus Malfoy
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A single tear raced down Adria's cheek. She grabbed her wand and rushed instinctively toward the lavatory (she had thought of committing suicide here before), paying no attention at all to the fact that she was scantily dressed, in pyjamas.
"Draco?" she called, running around frantically to find her love. She rushed over to the showers, pulling back curtain after curtain, until she found him. When she saw Draco hanging there lifelessly, suspended in midair by the belt around his neck, her heart fell. Quick to think on her feet, she used her wand.
"Accio switchblade!" Adria cried, summoning her switchblade knife with all her concentration. Pausing for a moment, she flicked the blade and stared at it. Shaking herself out of the moment, she ran over to the shower, climbed up, and cut Draco down. Adria caught her love in her arms and felt for a pulse. "Oh my God, Draco, please don't die, I love you!" she thought. After a moment, she felt a weak pulse returning to his veins. "Yes, that's right, Draco, hang in there! I won't let Lucius hurt you, I promise!" she said to him.
"Mobilicorpus!" she levitated his body up, and rushed him off to the Hospital Wing. "MADAME POMFREY?? MADAME POMFREY HELP ME! ITS DRACO HE… HE'S… HELP!!!" she screamed. Madame Pomfrey came running out in a pink bathrobe, half asleep. "Wake up, Madame Pomfrey!!! You've got to help Draco!" Adria pleaded, letting Draco drop to an empty bed and running over to her.
"Calm down, Aenigma. What happened?" Madame Pomfrey asked.
"Draco, he… he tried to… to kill himself, he was going to hang himself with his… his belt, oh my God, Madame Pomfrey, you have to help him!" Adria sputtered between sobs. She realised she still had the switchblade knife in her left hand. "I, I cut him down with my switchblade, oh dear God I'm so scared…" she cried.
"Look dear, go over there to the bathroom and calm down while I get him stable," Madame Pomfrey said, bustling around the bed trying to save the near lifeless Draco. Adria went to the bathroom and splashed cold water on her tear-streaked face. "It's going to be fine, Madame Pomfrey will take care of him. Come on now, pull yourself together," she thought to herself. Madame Pomfrey asked her to wait in the hall for a bit, assuring her he would be fine. Five minutes later, Madame Pomfrey opened the door.
"Adria, honey, I'm afraid…" she began.
"What is it? Is he all right? Is he gone?" Adria asked hurriedly.
Sitting beside Adria on the bench in the hall, she said, "Adria, honey, I'm afraid he's still unconscious, but he will be alright. He can probably hear you if you talk to him, but he can't talk back. You may go visit him now, only because you were so hysterical bringing him in."
"Do you mean he's, he's alive? I found him in time?" Adria said, the colour returning to her white cheeks.
"I think he'll be doing fine after a few days, maybe a week." Madame Pomfrey said soothingly. Adria jumped up and rushed towards Draco's bed. After the matron left, she bent over and kissed him on the cheek. She pulled a chair next to his bed and took his hand in her own.
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"You know, Draco, love, sometimes I thought about committing suicide with this knife, but I never dreamt I'd be saving you from your own suicide with it." She began, still holding the switchblade. "I'd been through a lot, but never enough to actually do it. I didn't quite think you'd been through a real lot yourself. I know you have a lot of stress with your father and all, and I guess now I'm starting to understand it a bit more. Nobody understood you. Your father tried to turn you into the image of him, but you had the one thing that broke you free. You had love. And now, because of me, he's going to come here, and I don't know what will happen to you. You say he will break all the bones in your beautiful body, and I don't think I could bear that, I really couldn't. I hate to see you hurt." Adria continued, stroking Draco's pale cheek, warm, salty tears streaming down her face. She occasionally stopped to run her fingers through his long blond hair. "You know, I fell in love with you the first time I laid eyes upon you. Your slick blond hair, your beautiful, beautiful blue eyes. And that cute little smirk." Adria sighed, and kept talking to Draco. "But I felt like I could see beyond the outside, you know? I felt like, somehow, we were connected. We've spent so much time together, but I felt like, on that day, that I knew as much about you as I do now. We were meant for each other, Draco, my love. My sweet, sweet love." Adria paused for a moment to wipe tears from her face, "You can't leave me, Draco. I love you too much. You just can't leave me. We have such great love between us; I just wouldn't be able to take it. I really wouldn't. Besides, I won't let your father hurt you. I won't. I would do anything to keep him away from you. I would give my life to get that man away from you. I just can't let you die, Draco. I love you. Don't you understand? I love you! You can't die! You can't leave me, you just can't!" Adria cried, and laid her head on Draco's barely moving chest.
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"Adria, dear?" Madame Pomfrey called for her.
"Yes?" Adria stood and responded.
"Normal policy would be to send you back to bed, but since this is so traumatic, and since you look a bit wilted yourself, I will allow you to spend the rest of the night here. But, you must allow me to take care of you." Madame Pomfrey informed Adria with a gentle smile.
"You are right, I do feel a bit… a bit… weak" Adria said, and fainted, falling to the floor.
Madame Pomfrey put Adria into the bed next to Draco's. She had secretly been listening to what Adria had to say, as with some of the more serious cases, and had automatically decided to deny Lucius any visiting rights. She took the switchblade knife away, as well. She would take matters to Professor Dumbledore first thing in the morning.
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Poppy Pomfrey walked up to Professor Dumbledore's office. "Cinnamon Imperials" she exclaimed to the stone gargoyle. It leapt aside, allowing her to step onto the revolving spiral staircase. Upon reaching the office, she spoke. "Albus?" she said.
Albus Dumbledore looked up from his desk. "Yes? Oh, hullo Poppy! Good morning!" he exclaimed to her cheerily.
"Albus, I can't allow Lucius Malfoy to see Draco," Poppy Pomfrey explained to him. "Draco's attempted suicide, and I sort of heard from Adria Aenigma that Lucius is abusive, and plans to pay Draco a visit with bad intentions."
"Oh dear! Our Draco Malfoy attempted suicide? I wouldn't doubt Lucius being abusive, but Draco never seemed to be like that… He's alright, isn't he?" Dumbledore said, surprised yet serious.
"He and Adria are both in the Hospital Wing. He tried to hang himself, and Adria found him and cut him down. I think Draco's still unconscious, and Adria was a bit shaken up. She fainted last night, so I kept her. I knew you'd understand." Poppy answered.
"That's good." Dumbledore said, a bit of relief in his voice.
"Listen, Albus, you can't let Lucius come see him. He's wounded enough as it is. And Lucius being as abusive as he is, if we let him in, we could lose Draco. Please, Albus, it's only reasonable!" Poppy pleaded.
"I am in full agreement with you that he should not be allowed to visit Draco. The hard part will be convincing him of that." Dumbledore said, obviously worried again. "What can we do to keep him away?"
"Adria had said something about being here on official business. Maybe you should contact the Ministry of Magic?" Poppy suggested.
"I will contact the Ministry at once. In the meantime, I believe you've got two patients in need of your care." Albus Dumbledore said, dismissing Madame Pomfrey.
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Adria awoke to find that Madame Pomfrey was going to speak with Professor Dumbledore. She guessed it would be awhile until she returned. Adria knew what would happen.
After she was sure Madame Pomfrey was gone, Adria looked over toward Draco's bed. "Are you awake, Draco?" she pleadingly asked. Seeing that he was clearly still unconscious, she began to worry. "What if he never comes around? What if he is caught forever on the fine line between life and death? What if he is dead but his body is just alive?" Adria thought. She remembered that Draco still had the phial of Sleeping Draught around his neck. She crept over to his bed and took the phial from the chain. She kissed his pale lips, and returned to her bed. She brought the phial up to her lips. "If you must die, Draco, my love, I'm coming with you," she whispered, and swallowed the whole phial of Sleeping Draught. Seconds later, she had lost her own consciousness. She lie there, phial clutched in her hand, her head placed as if she was looking, still, at her life, her love, her Draco.
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Madame Pomfrey returned to the Hospital Wing. Seeing that Adria was asleep, (or so she thought), she went over to Draco to check on him. She saw that he was still out cold, and decided to check his vital signs. He had gone into a coma, a vegetative state. His chances of living were slipping away quickly. "Oh dear, stay with us, Draco. Although I hope you are still like this when Lucius arrives," she thought to herself.
Moving over to Adria's bed, Madame Pomfrey tried to wake her. She realised Adria had fallen into a coma as well, but not as severe as poor Draco, whom Adria fancied. "I wonder why she's gone into a coma," she thought. Then, she noticed the empty phial clasped in her motionless hand. "What's this?" she thought aloud, and carefully removed the phial from her grip. Knowing Professor Snape would be able to identify the potion better than her, she went to her office and took a jar of Floo Powder down from the shelf. She threw a bit into the flames at the fireplace, stepped in, and said, "Professor Snape's office!"
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Madame Pomfrey appeared in Severus Snape's fireplace in his office. Professor Snape looked up. "Can I help you, Poppy?" he grunted.
"I need you to come with me to the Hospital Wing, Severus. Quickly!" she said.
"What is it?" Snape asked, rising from his seat.
"Don't ask questions, let's go!" she said hurriedly, "You first." She threw a handful of Floo Powder into the fireplace, and motioned for the Potions Master to step in. After he had gone, she used a bit herself, and was soon back in the Hospital Wing with Adria and Draco.
"What kind of nonsense…. What in the world happened to Malfoy?" Snape exclaimed, interrupting himself.
"Never mind that, just tell me what this potion is! Hurry, Severus, it's life or death!!" she practically screamed at the baffled professor. He brought the phial up to his nose and smelled of it. Then, he took a bit on the end of his finger and tasted it.
"It's a Sleeping Draught; A strong one, mind you. Anybody who took this would be unconscious in no time at all. Too much of this would put you in a coma, possibly fatal." Professor Snape sneered to the matron, "Where did you get this, anyway?"
"Thank you, professor. I found the phial in the Aenigma girl's hand. Obviously she took the whole phial because she's in one hell of a coma." Madame Pomfrey explained.
"What about Draco? And what are those red marks all over the boy's neck?" Snape said, obviously more concerned with Draco than with Adria.
"He tried to kill himself, the poor bloke. Hung himself with a belt in the shower. Adria found him and cut him down. She came in here looking as pale-blue as Draco did, and I took her in. She fainted last night, and now the both of them are in terrible comas. She brought him in here unconscious, using a Mobilicorpus charm, and it all went downhill from there." Madame Pomfrey said, with a faint look of disappointment splotched on her worried face.
"I will return to my office now, to make the Antidote. I'll get it to you as soon as it's finished." Professor Snape said. He used Floo Powder to go back to his office and began working on the potion at once.
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Severus Snape stepped out of the fireplace in the Hospital Wing, and called to Madame Pomfrey. She ran to him at once.
"You've completed the antidote, Severus?" she asked. Snape pulled a phial from a pocket in his cloak and handed it to the matron.
"I've also made a potion that could help bring Draco back into consciousness, or at least out of his coma," the potions professor said, handing Madame Pomfrey another phial; this one filled with a liquid of a slightly darker colour.
"Thank you very much, Professor Snape. I'm thankful that Hogwarts has such a talented Potions Master. I will let you know if I need anything else," Pomfrey said, bidding Snape farewell. Immediately after he left, she proceeded to administer the two Antidotes. She gave Draco the lighter coloured liquid, and Adria the darker one. Much to Madame Pomfrey's surprise, Adria began to wake up immediately. Draco still lay there.
"Am I alive? Draco? Where is he?" Adria asked frantically, although she was half asleep.
"I'm glad you're awake. But why didn't Draco wake up as well?" the matron said with a puzzled look on her face. "Oh no! I've given you the potion that was for Draco, and Draco your Sleeping Draught Antidote. Dear me!" Madame Pomfrey exclaimed, realizing the terrible mistake she's just made.
Adria began to get up, but Madame Pomfrey wouldn't allow it. "You lie right back down on that bed, young lady, and sit tight while I check on Draco," she insisted. She moved to Draco's bed and began checking vital signs. "Well, Adria, dear, I've got good news and bad news. The good news is, Draco is no longer in a coma, and neither are you. The bad news is, the Antidote backfired, and he's gone unconscious again. I'm afraid he'll be staying this way for a while, as well. How do you feel?" she explained.
"My head hurts a bit, and I feel like I've missed out on something. I don't think I will try to get up again. I, I think I might black out. What's going on, anyway?" Adria said slowly, rubbing her forehead.
"I'm going to keep you longer. You just lie down and rest, and I'll explain everything in a bit, after you're feeling better." Madame Pomfrey said, handing Adria a glass of water. She drank deeply from the water, set the glass on her bedside table, and allowed herself to fall back onto the pillow. Sleep beckoned to her, and in no time she was fast asleep.
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Adria again tried to coax Draco from his unconsciousness, but only ended up exhausting herself. She decided to go to the lavatory and wash her face in the sink, and used the one in the back of the Hospital Wing. Adria approached the sink, and looked in the mirror. Suddenly, she fainted and fell, hitting her head on the sink on the way down.
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Madame Pomfrey hoped with all her might that Lucius Malfoy wouldn't show up that day, and, to the advantage of everyone, he didn't. She knew Draco would come around soon, and she needed to keep him away from Draco even after he regained consciousness. "But how?" she thought to herself. "I will have Albus give orders to Professor Snape to make a Sleeping Draught strong enough to put Draco back into a coma for a bit… the Draught of Living Death, maybe. Then, when he shows up, I will give the potion to Draco, hopefully knocking him out before Lucius suspects any funny business. You are a genius, woman!" Madame Pomfrey spent that night thinking up a backup plan for everything that could possibly go wrong with Lucius and Draco.
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Madame Pomfrey left Professor Snape's office with a large phial filled with purple liquid. Upon returning to the Hospital Wing, she noticed that Draco was fully conscious, and sat next to Adria's bed, staring at her unconscious body.
"Draco, its very good to see you up and about. You had Adria and I scared that we'd lost you. How do you feel?" Madame Pomfrey said cheerily.
Draco, who was slightly startled, replied. "I feel quite alright, thank you. But what's wrong with Adria?"
"She'd taken quite a bit of a shock when she brought you in here, and has been weak ever since. She's been drifting in and out of consciousness. I found her unconscious on the floor in the lavatory with a bruise on her head. She was very concerned about you, you know. Adria loves you quite a bit," the matron explained to Draco.
"How can I wake her?" Draco asked, after an awkward silence.
"You might try talking to her a bit. She talked to you nearly the whole time you were out. Could you hear her at all?" Madame Pomfrey asked.
"I did, but I'm not sure I remember everything she said. And there was a long time that she didn't talk to me at all." He said to her, a bit puzzled.
"I had a bit of a mix-up with Professor Snape's Antidotes, and the both of you ended up in comas." she said. "I'll leave you two alone for a bit, then." She went to her office to find a clever place to put the potion, where it'd be quickly accessible.
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As soon as the matron left, Draco began to speak, "Adria, my love, it's Draco. I've woken only to find you out cold. Please wake up, angel. I miss you so badly. It was right stupid of me to… do what I did, I know, but it's okay now. Please wake up." He took her hand, and kissed her on the cheek. "I love you, more than ever right now. I need you to get up. Please angel, do it for me." He pleaded to her. Suddenly, he felt her hand squeeze his, and her eyes began to open. "That's it, love, come on, get up now," he told her.
Seeing that Draco was alive and well, Adria rose and threw her arms around him. She was safe now that she was with her Draco. But then, both of them came to a sad realisation.
"Your father," Adria said, "what about your father? Where's Madame Pomfrey?"
"I'm right here, dears. Listen, everything will be okay. Professor Snape has prepared the Draught of Living Death for me. When I give it to you, you will immediately return to a vegetative state. You will appear dead. I'm having Professor Snape make the Antidote as we speak. You don't have to worry about your father hurting you, Draco. Headmaster Dumbledore won't allow it. The Sleeping Draught is merely a backup plan," she said to them.
"But what about Adria? I'm sure Father isn't very pleased with her, either. You can't let him see Adria!" Draco exclaimed to her.
"Not to worry. I've had Snape prepare another Sleeping Draught for Miss Aenigma," Madame Pomfrey smiled, proud of herself for thinking ahead. "I'm going to keep you both here, not only because I want you here if and when Lucius arrives, but because you're but still a bit weak, as well."
After Madame Pomfrey left, Adria decided to tell Draco why she had passed out. "I went to the lavatory to wash my face in the sink, and I saw the most peculiar image in the mirror…" she began.
"What did you see?" Draco asked, his voice showing apparent concern.
"It was your father, standing behind me with his wand drawn, as if to… to curse me or something. I don't know, it's all very confusing." She explained, rubbing her forehead as if she had a headache.
"Well, Dumbledore is going to take care of us. Didn't you hear Madame Pomfrey? Everything is going to be alright." Draco said, trying to soothe her and pushing her hair away from her face.
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Albus Dumbledore's head appeared in Poppy Pomfrey's fireplace, in the Hospital Wing at Hogwarts. "Poppy, Lucius has arrived against my orders. I believe he is coming up my stairs as we speak. You know what to do. Now, if you'll excuse me…" his head said, and disappeared. Madame Pomfrey obviously knew exactly what he was talking about because she got to work at once.
"Adria? Draco? Mr. Malfoy is here. Both of you, climb into your beds and I'll give you the potions." She said with a hurrying tone of voice. Adria and Draco were both startled, but for fear of their lives, got into bed at once. The matron ran over to them and distributed the Draught of Living Death to Draco and the Sleeping Draught to Adria, making sure she'd not got it confused with the Antidote beforehand. Both of them had slipped into comas the minute the potion had slid down their throats. "Good luck," Madame Pomfrey whispered to them. She returned to her office to make it seem as if nothing peculiar had happened.
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"If we are through here, Albus, I wish to see my son." Lucius Malfoy said to the Headmaster.
"Well, Lucius, sir, I'm afraid he cannot be disturbed... He has recently been in the Hospital Wing under the care of Poppy Pomfrey." Albus Dumbledore replied calmly.
"The Hospital Wing? What's wrong with him? I demand to speak to him at once!" Lucius roared, slamming his fist on the desk, "I am going to see him and you cannot stop me!" He turned and rushed off to the Hospital Wing.
"Madame Pomfrey? I demand to see my son! Where is he? I need to…" Lucius said, but stopped mid-sentence when he saw Draco lying there in the bed, unconscious.
Lucius could take no more. "WHAT IN THE HELL HAVE YOU DONE TO MY SON??? DEAR GOD!!! I DEMAND YOU TO MAKE HIM WELL THIS INSTANT!!! DRACO??" He ran over to Draco's bed and started shaking him in an effort to wake him.
"He's been in a coma for a long time, Lucius, there's nothing I can do." Madame Pomfrey tried to stay calm. Lucius all of a sudden got very quiet, and asked her, "Is he… is my son… dead?"
Madame Pomfrey played along in an effort to get him to leave. "I'm afraid so, Mr. Malfoy. I did everything I could, but I think we've lost him. I'm so, so very sorry," she said soothingly.
"No! It can't be! You have to… to bring him back!" Lucius's voice rose with every word. He summoned forward all his concentration, drew his wand, and brought forward a reviving charm for Draco.
"ENNERVATE!" Lucius screamed at his son's seemingly dead body. Draco didn't move a muscle. At this point, Lucius Malfoy fell to his knees and broke down into tears, like nobody had ever seen. He realised that Adria was lying there in the bed next to his.
"You!! You stupid, stupid girl! You did this to my son! You will pay!!!" he rose to his feet, once again drawing his wand, and screamed, "CRUCIO" at Adria's limp body. Madame Pomfrey gasped, as Adria began to scream. She screamed so loud it filled every corridor and classroom in the school. Professors McGonagall, Dumbledore, and Flitwick rushed into the Hospital Wing, all three of them taken aback by the Unforgivable Curse Lucius Malfoy had just performed on a Hogwarts student.
Minerva McGonagall drew her wand, pointed it at Malfoy, and said "Expelliarmus!" She took his wand from him in order to stop Adria from screaming in pain from the curse. After she had his wand, she approached him. "Lucius, are you aware that you will go to Azkaban for performing the Cruciatus Curse on Miss Aenigma?"
"Minerva, I… I didn't mean… SHE DID THIS TO DRACO! SHE KILLED MY SON! SHE DESERVED IT!" he roared. McGonagall looked to Professor Dumbledore, and he went to go contact the Ministry of Magic.
Lucius ran over to Adria's bed to try to strangle her, but McGonagall had him in a body bind before he got there. He fell to the floor with a thud. Then, all attention turned to Adria, who'd been saying, "I've, I've never been in so much pain in my life, I think I'm going to be sick…" since McGonagall had stopped Lucius Malfoy from cursing her.
"Adria, are you all right?" Professor Flitwick asked. "Lucius Malfoy just performed the Cruciatus Curse on you."
"I know, and curse him for that! But what about the…" Adria began, but she stopped herself, not wanting Lucius to know that Draco was still alive. "Yes, I think I'm alright," she sighed.