Her smiling face shone in the sunlight, echoes of laughter filled the air.
Then the screams began, muffled at first, but then louder until they had
reached a deafening roar and he couldn't take it anymore. He began to cry
out in agony and the light faded to an eery light, but the screams remained
in his ears. He fell onto the floor in a desperate act to get them out of
his head, but no matter how he thrashed and tried to drown it out with his
own screams.
Footsteps could be heard coming to reach him, and as he was becoming a crumpled heap on the floor Harry appeared at the door next to one of the hospital staff. "Draco! What the hell is going on here!?"
Draco looked up bleary eyed from the floor and though the screams were still present they had soothed to a dull roar from the raging torrent seconds before. "Harry... I... Hermione... she's in trouble...." Draco collapsed onto the bed as he began to rise. Harry swam before his eyes in the pale glow from the doorway.
"What did you do!?" Harry was suddenly in a rage, he lunged for Draco before thinking better of it and told the staff to close the door so that he could speak with Draco. The man agreed and quickly backed out of the room, softly shutting the soundproofed door behind him.
"I... Voldemort, he's after her. She... I... he's out for revenge. He's going to make it very painful Harry.... Harry?"
"What did you do you son of a bitch!"
Though Draco was nearly passing out, he managed to snicker a little bit at that remark. "Yeah, she really was... was a bitch." Draco winced at every movement now. He was really tired, he just wanted to sleep. "It is my fault that he's after her. I... he was trying to see how he could... hurt..."
But Draco fainted dead away, Harry could see that his shoulder had begun to ooze a deep acid green mixed with his blood. Harry was still angry and began to shout at Draco. "GET UP!! I'm not finished with you! I'M NOT FINISHED WITH YOU!!!"
Draco's eyes fluttered a moment, and he uttered three barely audible words, and at those words Harry suddenly stepped back and collapsed into the guest chair beside the bed. "If that's true then why sell her out!? If she dies, its your fault!"
But Draco didn't stir, he made no sound aside from his shallow, ragged breaths. Harry got up, he had to get to Beauxbatons to protect Hermione.
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Ron's eyes began to move rapidly behind closed lids, and suddenly he began to thrash about wildly in his sleep. Hermione turned immediately to him and began to try and wake him up, which had been a mistake, because as she neared him his arms flew and one of them struck her in the face and at that moment his eyes snapped open. He saw Hermione, sore and sobbing on the floor, but he only saw her as alive, her screams echoed in his head as she had died in front of his eyes, he had watched her turn to ash before his eyes. He put his arms around her and held her as she lay sobbing and the screams in his ears were for the moment drowned out by his thoughts of love and fear for Hermione's life.
"Hermione, it will be alright. I love you, it will be okay."
Hermione buried her face into Ron's shoulder and they lay sobbing together on the floor of the infirmary.
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Remus woke with a start. His small shack was almost a kilometre away from the school, and though the full moon wasn't for two more weeks he couldn't come near the school after dark, and it was all because he was a werewolf. Suddenly he heard the sound again, the sound that had woken him. A faint scratching at the door. Remus knew better than to open it. He slowly got up, his super sensitive hearing heightened even more by the dark.
Suddenly the scratching turned into high pitched squeaky laughter, a sound he had hoped he would never hear again. "Remus," a scratchy voice called from outside. "Old friend, we need to settle something, but not now. I will return on the full moon. I will let you prepare, for you will need all the help you can get. And this I swear, this is my word, I will only come by myself. This is between you and me, not even the Dark Lord knows about this, and my friends will arrive after it is settled. Prepare if you want. What have you got? A bunch of schoolchildren? Ha! The war is only beginning. But I swear to you, on the full moon, it will be settled. We will finish it, and you can join the rest of your friends in eternal slumber. Believe me, I want this to end as much as you do." Remus heaved a sigh.
If Peter wished to end it he could. And he knew that no matter what, he wouldn't bring anyone into their fight. It had to end with the both of them. He would of course raise the alarm amongst the Order. But Peter, he would not know the fury still left in Remus's worn body. The lean muscle underneath the dirt and rags. And the full moon? Peter was mad. But still, Remus felt some apprehension about the upcoming battle. Something wasn't right.
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Draco muttered some words to the now empty room. "I did it to save the rest of them... it was their lives or... hers... if I didn't... I'm not a traitor... never would have... if I could take it back...." the words faded into sobs as he stared out the silver moon, never before had he wanted to end his pain so badly. His heart was screaming with the weight of Hermione's death sentence. But she wasn't dead yet. He would rest tonight, then tomorrow he would have to stop Harry from doing something brash like he always did. For now, he could only sit and wait as the clouds rolled in around his heart.
Footsteps could be heard coming to reach him, and as he was becoming a crumpled heap on the floor Harry appeared at the door next to one of the hospital staff. "Draco! What the hell is going on here!?"
Draco looked up bleary eyed from the floor and though the screams were still present they had soothed to a dull roar from the raging torrent seconds before. "Harry... I... Hermione... she's in trouble...." Draco collapsed onto the bed as he began to rise. Harry swam before his eyes in the pale glow from the doorway.
"What did you do!?" Harry was suddenly in a rage, he lunged for Draco before thinking better of it and told the staff to close the door so that he could speak with Draco. The man agreed and quickly backed out of the room, softly shutting the soundproofed door behind him.
"I... Voldemort, he's after her. She... I... he's out for revenge. He's going to make it very painful Harry.... Harry?"
"What did you do you son of a bitch!"
Though Draco was nearly passing out, he managed to snicker a little bit at that remark. "Yeah, she really was... was a bitch." Draco winced at every movement now. He was really tired, he just wanted to sleep. "It is my fault that he's after her. I... he was trying to see how he could... hurt..."
But Draco fainted dead away, Harry could see that his shoulder had begun to ooze a deep acid green mixed with his blood. Harry was still angry and began to shout at Draco. "GET UP!! I'm not finished with you! I'M NOT FINISHED WITH YOU!!!"
Draco's eyes fluttered a moment, and he uttered three barely audible words, and at those words Harry suddenly stepped back and collapsed into the guest chair beside the bed. "If that's true then why sell her out!? If she dies, its your fault!"
But Draco didn't stir, he made no sound aside from his shallow, ragged breaths. Harry got up, he had to get to Beauxbatons to protect Hermione.
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Ron's eyes began to move rapidly behind closed lids, and suddenly he began to thrash about wildly in his sleep. Hermione turned immediately to him and began to try and wake him up, which had been a mistake, because as she neared him his arms flew and one of them struck her in the face and at that moment his eyes snapped open. He saw Hermione, sore and sobbing on the floor, but he only saw her as alive, her screams echoed in his head as she had died in front of his eyes, he had watched her turn to ash before his eyes. He put his arms around her and held her as she lay sobbing and the screams in his ears were for the moment drowned out by his thoughts of love and fear for Hermione's life.
"Hermione, it will be alright. I love you, it will be okay."
Hermione buried her face into Ron's shoulder and they lay sobbing together on the floor of the infirmary.
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Remus woke with a start. His small shack was almost a kilometre away from the school, and though the full moon wasn't for two more weeks he couldn't come near the school after dark, and it was all because he was a werewolf. Suddenly he heard the sound again, the sound that had woken him. A faint scratching at the door. Remus knew better than to open it. He slowly got up, his super sensitive hearing heightened even more by the dark.
Suddenly the scratching turned into high pitched squeaky laughter, a sound he had hoped he would never hear again. "Remus," a scratchy voice called from outside. "Old friend, we need to settle something, but not now. I will return on the full moon. I will let you prepare, for you will need all the help you can get. And this I swear, this is my word, I will only come by myself. This is between you and me, not even the Dark Lord knows about this, and my friends will arrive after it is settled. Prepare if you want. What have you got? A bunch of schoolchildren? Ha! The war is only beginning. But I swear to you, on the full moon, it will be settled. We will finish it, and you can join the rest of your friends in eternal slumber. Believe me, I want this to end as much as you do." Remus heaved a sigh.
If Peter wished to end it he could. And he knew that no matter what, he wouldn't bring anyone into their fight. It had to end with the both of them. He would of course raise the alarm amongst the Order. But Peter, he would not know the fury still left in Remus's worn body. The lean muscle underneath the dirt and rags. And the full moon? Peter was mad. But still, Remus felt some apprehension about the upcoming battle. Something wasn't right.
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Draco muttered some words to the now empty room. "I did it to save the rest of them... it was their lives or... hers... if I didn't... I'm not a traitor... never would have... if I could take it back...." the words faded into sobs as he stared out the silver moon, never before had he wanted to end his pain so badly. His heart was screaming with the weight of Hermione's death sentence. But she wasn't dead yet. He would rest tonight, then tomorrow he would have to stop Harry from doing something brash like he always did. For now, he could only sit and wait as the clouds rolled in around his heart.