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This is going to be a flashback chapter. I thought of this and wrote it down during class. Remember when Jelena showed Draco her cut up arms? (Refer to chapter 2)

Chapter 3

She remembered the days when she still attended Durmstrang. The drafty hallways filled with paintings of former leaders that went to the school and ever so cold marble statues that were created to make the corridors a little more filled. Then there was always the Dementor Room. Certain 7th years would only be able to go into this room with Professor Karkaroff. This was dubbed the Dementor Room because when ever someone walks past it, it feels like life was sucked out of your body.

Even in this world of cold surrounding her, she would be immune to it all. At least, until night fell.

She was happy to the world. Her happiness and joy of being alive filled the school, making it always warm.

At around 2:53 AM each night, when the rest of the school would not wake up for at least another 2 hours, she would take out her Swiss Army Knife. It was the greatest possession she had owned. Instead of whipping out the tools, she would play with it. Weaving it in and out of her fingers, contemplating what she was about to do.

With a click, the blade would be out. Her arms, bared and ready. She let the flat silver of the knife sweep and tease over her skin, warming the blade. Then quickly, with a swish and flick like the waving of a wand, a thin rivet of liquid red would flow slowly downward. Shivering all the while, she made sure to find a new spot for the next night.

Touching the end of the river, she watched as the bright moonlight glint off the blood. Moving over to her nightstand, she grasped a vial and bottled up the blood, careful that it didn't spill anywhere. Bringing the bottle towards the moon once more, she stared wondering what Draco was doing. Alive or dead? Was he doing what she was?

Only a few more. She thought. The sun would rise once more and the depressed surface of the night would be bottled by the cheerfulness of the dawn. Like the flasks of blood hidden in shelves.

Extremely short I know.but I'm already finishing the next chapter.sorry!

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