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Easier to Run
By Kat Darrigan
Something Has Been Taken
From Deep Inside Of Me
A Secret I've Kept Locked Away
No One Can Ever See
Wounds So Deep They Never Show
They Never Go Away
Like Moving Pictures In My Head
For Years And Years They've Played
If I Could Change I Would
Take Back The Pain I Would
Retrace Every Wrong Move That I've Made
I Would
If I Could Stand Up And Take The Blame
I Would
If I Could Take All The Shame To The Grave
I Would
Its Easier To Run
Replacing This Pain With Something More
Its So Much Easier To Run
Than Face All This Pain
Here All Alone
Kat put her knees uncomfortably on the desk in front of her, sighing heavily. Dumbledore cleared his throat quietly and sat up in his large chair.
She finished reading and crumpled the paper up. Kat leveled her gaze with him and threw the paper atop his desk.
"It's just a stupid poem." She said, casting her gaze to the side. "She said we could write about anything we wanted."
He sighs slightly, completely ignoring Kat. "A very interesting poem you have here, Kat. But I'm concerned about the subject matter." She could feel his pressing gaze on me, but she kept her eyes on the floor.
"Look, it didn't mean anything." She mumbled. "It was just a poem." She repeated. Dumbledore smiled slightly and pushed himself up in his chair.
"Very well, you may return to class Miss Darrigan."
She let out a sigh of relief and got up out of my chair, making my way to the door.
"One last thing before you go."
She wanted to keep going, but apparently her feet decided against it, because she stopped and listened.
"I assume you know you can come to me, or any of the teachers, if you remember anything else about what happened to Mr. Malfoy and you that day?" He questioned.
"Yeah. Right"
Draco walked the halls stiffly, in case his father walked past him. A figure in a black hooded cape stalked up to him menacingly.
"Come, young Malfoy." The figure put a cold hand on Draco's back. Draco pulled away defensively. The figure snarled at him, but led him along the dimly lit hallway.
"Where are we going anyway?" Draco snapped. Draco didn't care if the figure could be his father or not anymore. It was almost scary to Draco, that he couldn't even recognize his own father's voice. His voice had become so cold and monotone, just like all the other Deatheaters. Was he really going to become like his father? Did he really want this.
Nevermind, It didn't matter what Draco wanted anymore. His fate and Kat's were up to the Dark Lord now.
"The Dark Lord wishes to see everyone immediately." Draco stepped once again into the large meeting room. Another cloaked figure walked briskly up to him and handed him the official Deatheater cape.
Draco hesitantly reached out and took the cloak. He swooped it around and wrapped himself inside. When he put it on, he felt...cold. It was as if the chill of death had just wrapped itself around him, never to let go. His heart felt icy and unloving, the warmth from his body had seemingly walked out the door.
"My humble followers!" Voldemort's voice boomed through the room. Draco's thoughts came to a halt as he turned his gaze to his lord.
"The Ministry of Magic has turned its back from us for too long. They no longer see us as a threat. All that we have fought so hard for, has now diminished. Let us restore that bond, and let them remember who is really in charge!" Voldemort said in a scheming voice. Draco knew what was coming next.
"We begin, with Hogwarts."
Kat walked back to her classroom. Right now she had Care of Magical Creatures. She took her seat beside Cho. She noticed Cho was staring straight at Harry.
"God, just ask him Cho." Kat whispered. The Raven haired girl jumped up in her chair, causing several students to turn around.
Cho ignored her comment, "Hey Kat! Oh my gosh, everyone was so worried about you!" Cho said in a scared voice.
"Funny, I would think people would be rejoicing."
Cho blinked at her.
"Nevermind. Continue your checking-out of Harry."
Cho slapped her playfully but still returned to staring at Harry. Kat sighed and looked around. It had seemed so long since she had last been here, at Hogwarts. Her eyes wandered around as she stared around at the classroom.
The brightly decorated walls, the kids whispering quietly behind the droning teacher, everything. Kat felt the most at home than she had in a long time. And she knew that everything was going to be okay.
BOOM
CLANK
The room shook like an earthquake. Several students let out frightened squeals and screams. Kat stood up in her chair, shocked. She walked up to the window, and her eyes widened.
It was pitch black, the dead of night.
She heard the screeching of chairs behind her as the students crowded around the window, frightened, talking in panic to each other. They shoved Kat out of the way as they pressed there faces against the glass, trying to gather what had happened. Kat walked backwards and gripped the edge of a desk, turning her hands white.
Professor McGonagall walked briskly over to the students, standing slightly on her toes to see over them. "Students, don't panic, I'm sure someone just accidentally cast a time speeding spell, no need to worry."
Hermione Granger turned around slowly to the Professor, shaking slightly. "But it just turned black in an instant. With a time speeding spell, it takes at least five minutes. It was almost as if..." She trailed off as she gazed out the window. Kat bit her lip.
"It was almost as if someone cast a Darkness Spell." Hermione whispered. Kat knew it was true. She also knew that was someone who practices the Dark Arts casts. Someone like a Deatheater. Damn.
McGonagall looked around for an explanation, but in the end just stayed quiet. All the students heads turned as they saw a prefect rush in.
The prefect, Kieth Langwood, was covered in bruises and cuts, a particually nasty one above his eyebrow. He was panting heavily as he locked the door behind him. McGonagall stepped forward, a horrified expression on her face.
"W-what happened?" McGonagall stuttered. Keith sighed, almost painfully as he held his hand to his ribcage. "Crutasius Curse." He muttered. The students burst out talking.
Over the panicked voices, McGonagall yelled, "What happened out there?" Keith looked as if he was going to be sick.
"Deatheaters..they..they." Keith moaned in pain as he clutched his ribs again. He began to lose his footing as his back hit the wall. McGonagall ran over to him, holding him up.
"They what, Mr. Langwood?"
"There...There Here."
With that, Keith slid down the wall, unconscious.
Draco looked around at all the students running back to their classrooms in fear, most of them not even making it there, but instead being hit with a spell and falling to the ground, moaning in pain. A sharp twang struck at his heart.
He hoped Kat hadn't been hit.
Draco shook his head of the thought. He didn't care if she was lying lifeless on the floor right now. Did he?
No, he would hit her with the Death Curse if he had to.
Draco turned around as he felt a cold hand grip his shoulder and spin him around.
"Boy, don't just stand there! Find the Headmaster, kill anyone who gets in your way." Lucius hissed to his son. Draco's blue eyes stared blankly at the ground as he began to move forward like a robot.
"Draco." Draco turned around carefully to answer his father's call.
"Have some fun while your at it." Lucius' face twisted into a sickening smile as he hit a young first year with the Crutasius Curse.
A/N: Whoa. That is soooooo scary. I'm freaking myself out here. Help Me! AHHHHHHHHHHHHH! Review!!!!!
Easier to Run
By Kat Darrigan
Something Has Been Taken
From Deep Inside Of Me
A Secret I've Kept Locked Away
No One Can Ever See
Wounds So Deep They Never Show
They Never Go Away
Like Moving Pictures In My Head
For Years And Years They've Played
If I Could Change I Would
Take Back The Pain I Would
Retrace Every Wrong Move That I've Made
I Would
If I Could Stand Up And Take The Blame
I Would
If I Could Take All The Shame To The Grave
I Would
Its Easier To Run
Replacing This Pain With Something More
Its So Much Easier To Run
Than Face All This Pain
Here All Alone
Kat put her knees uncomfortably on the desk in front of her, sighing heavily. Dumbledore cleared his throat quietly and sat up in his large chair.
She finished reading and crumpled the paper up. Kat leveled her gaze with him and threw the paper atop his desk.
"It's just a stupid poem." She said, casting her gaze to the side. "She said we could write about anything we wanted."
He sighs slightly, completely ignoring Kat. "A very interesting poem you have here, Kat. But I'm concerned about the subject matter." She could feel his pressing gaze on me, but she kept her eyes on the floor.
"Look, it didn't mean anything." She mumbled. "It was just a poem." She repeated. Dumbledore smiled slightly and pushed himself up in his chair.
"Very well, you may return to class Miss Darrigan."
She let out a sigh of relief and got up out of my chair, making my way to the door.
"One last thing before you go."
She wanted to keep going, but apparently her feet decided against it, because she stopped and listened.
"I assume you know you can come to me, or any of the teachers, if you remember anything else about what happened to Mr. Malfoy and you that day?" He questioned.
"Yeah. Right"
Draco walked the halls stiffly, in case his father walked past him. A figure in a black hooded cape stalked up to him menacingly.
"Come, young Malfoy." The figure put a cold hand on Draco's back. Draco pulled away defensively. The figure snarled at him, but led him along the dimly lit hallway.
"Where are we going anyway?" Draco snapped. Draco didn't care if the figure could be his father or not anymore. It was almost scary to Draco, that he couldn't even recognize his own father's voice. His voice had become so cold and monotone, just like all the other Deatheaters. Was he really going to become like his father? Did he really want this.
Nevermind, It didn't matter what Draco wanted anymore. His fate and Kat's were up to the Dark Lord now.
"The Dark Lord wishes to see everyone immediately." Draco stepped once again into the large meeting room. Another cloaked figure walked briskly up to him and handed him the official Deatheater cape.
Draco hesitantly reached out and took the cloak. He swooped it around and wrapped himself inside. When he put it on, he felt...cold. It was as if the chill of death had just wrapped itself around him, never to let go. His heart felt icy and unloving, the warmth from his body had seemingly walked out the door.
"My humble followers!" Voldemort's voice boomed through the room. Draco's thoughts came to a halt as he turned his gaze to his lord.
"The Ministry of Magic has turned its back from us for too long. They no longer see us as a threat. All that we have fought so hard for, has now diminished. Let us restore that bond, and let them remember who is really in charge!" Voldemort said in a scheming voice. Draco knew what was coming next.
"We begin, with Hogwarts."
Kat walked back to her classroom. Right now she had Care of Magical Creatures. She took her seat beside Cho. She noticed Cho was staring straight at Harry.
"God, just ask him Cho." Kat whispered. The Raven haired girl jumped up in her chair, causing several students to turn around.
Cho ignored her comment, "Hey Kat! Oh my gosh, everyone was so worried about you!" Cho said in a scared voice.
"Funny, I would think people would be rejoicing."
Cho blinked at her.
"Nevermind. Continue your checking-out of Harry."
Cho slapped her playfully but still returned to staring at Harry. Kat sighed and looked around. It had seemed so long since she had last been here, at Hogwarts. Her eyes wandered around as she stared around at the classroom.
The brightly decorated walls, the kids whispering quietly behind the droning teacher, everything. Kat felt the most at home than she had in a long time. And she knew that everything was going to be okay.
BOOM
CLANK
The room shook like an earthquake. Several students let out frightened squeals and screams. Kat stood up in her chair, shocked. She walked up to the window, and her eyes widened.
It was pitch black, the dead of night.
She heard the screeching of chairs behind her as the students crowded around the window, frightened, talking in panic to each other. They shoved Kat out of the way as they pressed there faces against the glass, trying to gather what had happened. Kat walked backwards and gripped the edge of a desk, turning her hands white.
Professor McGonagall walked briskly over to the students, standing slightly on her toes to see over them. "Students, don't panic, I'm sure someone just accidentally cast a time speeding spell, no need to worry."
Hermione Granger turned around slowly to the Professor, shaking slightly. "But it just turned black in an instant. With a time speeding spell, it takes at least five minutes. It was almost as if..." She trailed off as she gazed out the window. Kat bit her lip.
"It was almost as if someone cast a Darkness Spell." Hermione whispered. Kat knew it was true. She also knew that was someone who practices the Dark Arts casts. Someone like a Deatheater. Damn.
McGonagall looked around for an explanation, but in the end just stayed quiet. All the students heads turned as they saw a prefect rush in.
The prefect, Kieth Langwood, was covered in bruises and cuts, a particually nasty one above his eyebrow. He was panting heavily as he locked the door behind him. McGonagall stepped forward, a horrified expression on her face.
"W-what happened?" McGonagall stuttered. Keith sighed, almost painfully as he held his hand to his ribcage. "Crutasius Curse." He muttered. The students burst out talking.
Over the panicked voices, McGonagall yelled, "What happened out there?" Keith looked as if he was going to be sick.
"Deatheaters..they..they." Keith moaned in pain as he clutched his ribs again. He began to lose his footing as his back hit the wall. McGonagall ran over to him, holding him up.
"They what, Mr. Langwood?"
"There...There Here."
With that, Keith slid down the wall, unconscious.
Draco looked around at all the students running back to their classrooms in fear, most of them not even making it there, but instead being hit with a spell and falling to the ground, moaning in pain. A sharp twang struck at his heart.
He hoped Kat hadn't been hit.
Draco shook his head of the thought. He didn't care if she was lying lifeless on the floor right now. Did he?
No, he would hit her with the Death Curse if he had to.
Draco turned around as he felt a cold hand grip his shoulder and spin him around.
"Boy, don't just stand there! Find the Headmaster, kill anyone who gets in your way." Lucius hissed to his son. Draco's blue eyes stared blankly at the ground as he began to move forward like a robot.
"Draco." Draco turned around carefully to answer his father's call.
"Have some fun while your at it." Lucius' face twisted into a sickening smile as he hit a young first year with the Crutasius Curse.
A/N: Whoa. That is soooooo scary. I'm freaking myself out here. Help Me! AHHHHHHHHHHHHH! Review!!!!!