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*disclaimer* I don't own Harry Potter, yadda yadda yadda...
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*other info* WEEEE! 'nother chapter!! Answers to reviews!
GothicTwif: Sure, Lissa might throw Pansy into the lake...
Luxfurre: Hehe...I like Good Charlotte too!
Honey Mocha Citrus: If he died of a broken nose, would it really be all that horrid?
B-RAZZ: I do meh dear, I do....
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Broken Heart, Chapter Twelve
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Lissa had rarely ever felt so alone in her life. In the darkest times she had experienced, her brother had always been
there to hold her and tell her everything was going to be all right, but he was rarely around anymore, normally 'studying' with
no time for her. Then, she'd had Blaise and Brad, a constant variable in her turbulent life. After then, Draco had appeared
and his mere, golden existence beating all the shadows away. But, like all good things, his presence had ceased. She felt
completely alone. But the feeling of being abandoned was hardly as bad as the feeling of such agony that had found its
home within her broken heart. She lived in constant anguish, the sight of Draco snogging Pansy always in her mind's eye,
taunting her. She sighed softly and curled up into a tight ball on her bed, her face pressed tightly into her pillow. It was the
middle of the night and she desperately needed to sleep, but the soothing darkness refused to accept her. Lissa slowly
brought her face out of the soft fluff she was holding and her mind reached feebly out for her brother's comforting presence.
Her tentative telepathy met the brick wall he had put up around his mind. His mind had seemed extremely guarded lately;
she'd only been able to speak to him through their connection when he started up the conversation. All other times she tried
to talk to him, the brick wall, completely devoid of any cracks, blocked her from him. She let out another sigh and sat up on
her rumpled dark sheets. Again, the crippling, mind blowing agony of a broken heart combined with utter abandonment
overwhelmed her and a tear dribbled out of the corner of her eye. She quickly put a tight rein on her emotions, hating the
feeling of salty tears drying on her cheeks and the uncomfortable headache that always accompanied her more explosive
bouts of tears. Lissa pulled her legs up to her chest, her forehead resting on her kneecaps. For several minutes she just sat there
wallowing in her misery. A strangled noise escaped her lips and she pushed herself off of her bed. When her feet touched the
plush carpet she wobbled badly and grabbed the post of her bed. She took in several deep breathes then toddled
unsteadily towards the bathroom. She wanted to take a long bath and try to melt away all the tension in her body. Even
though the pain pounding through her would never truly dissipate, a bath would help a little.
Two hours, a bottle of jasmine scented bubble bath, and nearly a stone of chocolate later, Lissa was out of the
bathroom and dressed in a simple pair of black jeans a hoodie of the same hue. It was a Saturday night, so she was not
required to wear her school clothing and she needed something to eat. She really did not remember the last time she had
gone to the Great Hall and gotten something to eat. She idly ran a hand through her already curling wet hair and left her
bedroom. Little did she know, her normally healthy tanned face was drawn and wan, heavy dark bags under her eyes. Her
dark brown hues were dull and empty, testimony to the broken heart residing within her chest. She walked quietly out of the
Head's common room and started walking down the hall. She did not notice a figure in much the same condition as she
following her like a lost and dejected puppy. Just as Lissa was passing a dark alcove she felt someone grab her by the wrist
and pull her into the gloom. There was just enough light in the corridor for her to make out the dull gold hair that hung flat
and limp across his forehead, shielding his lost eyes.
"Sissa..." The single, pained word wrenched the shattered pieces of her broken heart further and she fought back a sob. That
rein on her emotions did little to keep the tears from welling up in her eyes, making the sad hues sparkle.
"Let me go. Please, I don't want to talk to you..." Her voice quivered softly.
"Why don't you want to talk to me? I apologized and I meant it! Look what being away from you has done to me!" His voice
was hard, but thick pain was heavily laced through his words.
A single tear escaped Lissa's right eye and ran down the familiar track down her cheek. Draco raised one of his hands quickly
and she turned her head to the side, thinking he was going to strike her. With her eyes downcast, she did not see the sudden
horror spread across his face. She, his beloved, thought he would hurt her? He would never do that. His subconscious jeered at
him that he already had, that was clear from her worn out, broken appearance. He dropped his hand, which he had raised
to wipe away the tear, and let go of her wrist. She raised her head slowly and looked at him, her blank eyes holding only a
sliver of fear.
"I would never hit you..." His voice cracked horribly on the last word as he turned and fled. Lissa quickly brushed the tear from
her cheek and leaned against the cold wall. For a fleeting and horribly second, she could have sworn Draco was going to slap
her. That in itself had hurt her that had pulled at her already shattered heart. She sighed quietly and walked back out into
the center of the hallway. She needed to go eat some dinner before she passed out, her belly was calling. She trudged like a
prisoner going to her execution and paused outside of the Great Hall. She did not want to go in. She could not sit with the
Slytherins anymore and if she tried to eat with the Gryffindors, Potter and Weasley would start jeering at her. She turned on her
heel and strode towards the kitchens. At least the house elves did not say anything rude about her, at least not in front of
her.
Lissa sat on the hearth in front of one of the large fires in the kitchens. There was a plate of leak and potato turnovers,
rich gravy dribbling out of the corners. A glass of chilled pumpkin juice sat beside the plate and an ecstatic Dobby was
bouncing around in front of her, talking madly.
"Dobby has not seen Miss Maeko in a long time! Mr. Harry Potter has not come to see Dobby either! Has Mr. Harry Potter been
busy? Will he come see Dobby again soon?"
She looked into the house elf's big eyes and sighed quietly. Should she crush the sweet little thing's spirit by saying that 'Mr.
Harry Potter' would probably never come back down to the kitchens, unless it was absolutely necessary. Potter had definitely
changed over the summer and she forced a soft smile to slide onto her chapped lips.
"I'm not sure Dobby, he might come back. You don't mind if I eat my meals in here, do you? I'm not very comfortable in the
Great Hall..."
Dobby's green eyes nearly glowed with joy in the slight gloom of the kitchen. "Miss Maeko, Dobby would love if you ate with
Dobby!"
Lissa smiled warmly down to him and lightly patted his head. She finished her dinner quickly and pushed her up to her feet.
"I'll be back in the morning Dobby, thanks so much."
"Yes Miss Maeko!" The little house elf picked up her dirty dishes and literally skipped off. She shook her head slowly and ran a
hand through her semi dry hair. It was in close curls and stuck up around her head like a q-tip. She sighed softly and left the
kitchens, her back stiffening slightly as the portrait snapped closed behind her. The moment she was out of the welcoming
warmth of the kitchen, loneliness stole back over her. She shoved the desolate feeling away and hurried to the Head's
dormitories, bed calling to her, even at this early hour.
No less then ten minutes later, Lissa was sprawled out on her bed, curled up in a fetal position, the thick dark comforter
completely covering her. She silently thanked the Goddess that she had cast a circulation spell on her bed, so she could hide
under the covers and still breathe freely. She took a deep lungful of breath and dragged another pillow down, resting her
head atop it. After a few minutes of deep breathing, her grasp on consciousness dissipated and she slipped into a deep sleep.
On the edge of a massive forest, filled with trees of old, there was a strange meadow covered in blood red poppies. She
was lying on some of them, a close fitting dress much the same color of the flowers clinging to the curves of her body. One of
her hands was gently touching the petals with almost tender fingertips. The sweet smell of pollen was caught on the breeze
and the saccharine odor caressed her nose and a soft smile crossed her lips. Her heart did not seem to heavy and she felt like
she could fly. The sky was more blue then she had ever seen it and it was completely devoid of clouds. Something in the back
of her mind told her this was just a dream, a place her head had created to get her away from the stresses of real life.
Whatever the circumstances, the place was really doing its job. She felt happy, something she had not felt since her parents
were killed. Just as her eyes started to drift shut, she felt something sit down on her belly. She opened her hues and was
extremely surprised to find a toddler sitting on her stomach. A mass of wild black curls surrounded the little girl's head and her
lightly tanned skin reminded Lissa strongly of herself. Actually, the small child looked much like she did when she was about
three. The only thing that was different, was that the girl's eyes were a wonderful shade of steely blue. A sudden thought hit
her, making her body shake slightly. Those were Draco's eyes. His eyes stared into hers and the little girl began to speak.
"Make the right choice." Her voice was identical to that of a small child's, but her eyes seemed like that of an adult.
"The right choice? What are you talking about? Who are you?"
A slight smile came across the child's face as she leaned her head close to Lissa's.
"I am of the future. My existence all depends on the choice you will have to make very soon."
"But who are you?!?!"
"You know who I am."
The little girl stared at Lissa for a long moment then her she suddenly began to gray, her skin looking like ash. A soft breeze
came out of nowhere and little pieces came of the toddler's body until there was nothing left, just a swirl of ash on the wind.
Just before the ashes were gone, the little girl's voice echoed around the meadow.
"Remember, make the right choice or all of what you know and see will turn into this."
The green meadow morphed in on itself, like it was wax and someone was burning it. When the sickening shifting ceased, all
the flowers were gone and the forest off in the distance was nothing but blackened stumps. The field was nothing more then
cinder smeared ground. Lissa let out a cry and jumped to her feet, trying to brush the grey off of the vivid red dress. There was
another puff of wind, this time much stronger. The force of the breeze knocked her off her feet and the ground rushed to
meet her face. There was a crack and then blessed darkness.
Lissa awoke suddenly, a sob caught in her throat. What the hell had that been? Who the hell had that kid been? Could
that have been...? No freaking way, that was just too damn scary. Instinctively she reached out for her brother, but her mind
just slammed into the brick wall. She let that sob rise up out of her throat and in seconds she was crying without abandon into
her hands. All she wanted was for something to hold her and tell her that they loved her. No more then three weeks ago
she'd had two friends, a brother, and a boyfriend who she had thought had loved her. But the world is never how it seems.
Her brother abandoned her, probably for a girl. Her two best friends were too wrapped up in their romance to say more then
a quick hello to her in the morning. And Draco, Draco had done nothing to help her. All he'd done was sob and try and beg
her for forgiveness. The agonized cries kept on coming, telling of the agony of her soul. Outside her room, Draco had been
passing by and had heard her weeping. It had taken all of his self control not to burst into her room and pull her into his arms.
He wanted to tell her how much he loved her and how everything would be all right eventually. He just wanted to mend her
broken heart and share his life with her. After a few moments, her agonized cries died down and he sadly walked back to his
room, the fragments of his own heart lying before her door. The two people, each pining for the other, fell asleep at the same
time. Only in dreams could these two people be together, and the moment they entered unconsciousness, they found each
themselves in each other's arms.
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Hey everyone! Sorry it took so long for me to get this chapter out, but I've been caught up with school and my other story, Blood of an Enemy. Can anyone guess who the little girl is? It should be pretty clear...*grins* Anyway, the end of the story is near...The satisfying climax is on its way!
Your Lord and Master, Foamy the Squirrel
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*other info* WEEEE! 'nother chapter!! Answers to reviews!
GothicTwif: Sure, Lissa might throw Pansy into the lake...
Luxfurre: Hehe...I like Good Charlotte too!
Honey Mocha Citrus: If he died of a broken nose, would it really be all that horrid?
B-RAZZ: I do meh dear, I do....
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Broken Heart, Chapter Twelve
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Lissa had rarely ever felt so alone in her life. In the darkest times she had experienced, her brother had always been
there to hold her and tell her everything was going to be all right, but he was rarely around anymore, normally 'studying' with
no time for her. Then, she'd had Blaise and Brad, a constant variable in her turbulent life. After then, Draco had appeared
and his mere, golden existence beating all the shadows away. But, like all good things, his presence had ceased. She felt
completely alone. But the feeling of being abandoned was hardly as bad as the feeling of such agony that had found its
home within her broken heart. She lived in constant anguish, the sight of Draco snogging Pansy always in her mind's eye,
taunting her. She sighed softly and curled up into a tight ball on her bed, her face pressed tightly into her pillow. It was the
middle of the night and she desperately needed to sleep, but the soothing darkness refused to accept her. Lissa slowly
brought her face out of the soft fluff she was holding and her mind reached feebly out for her brother's comforting presence.
Her tentative telepathy met the brick wall he had put up around his mind. His mind had seemed extremely guarded lately;
she'd only been able to speak to him through their connection when he started up the conversation. All other times she tried
to talk to him, the brick wall, completely devoid of any cracks, blocked her from him. She let out another sigh and sat up on
her rumpled dark sheets. Again, the crippling, mind blowing agony of a broken heart combined with utter abandonment
overwhelmed her and a tear dribbled out of the corner of her eye. She quickly put a tight rein on her emotions, hating the
feeling of salty tears drying on her cheeks and the uncomfortable headache that always accompanied her more explosive
bouts of tears. Lissa pulled her legs up to her chest, her forehead resting on her kneecaps. For several minutes she just sat there
wallowing in her misery. A strangled noise escaped her lips and she pushed herself off of her bed. When her feet touched the
plush carpet she wobbled badly and grabbed the post of her bed. She took in several deep breathes then toddled
unsteadily towards the bathroom. She wanted to take a long bath and try to melt away all the tension in her body. Even
though the pain pounding through her would never truly dissipate, a bath would help a little.
Two hours, a bottle of jasmine scented bubble bath, and nearly a stone of chocolate later, Lissa was out of the
bathroom and dressed in a simple pair of black jeans a hoodie of the same hue. It was a Saturday night, so she was not
required to wear her school clothing and she needed something to eat. She really did not remember the last time she had
gone to the Great Hall and gotten something to eat. She idly ran a hand through her already curling wet hair and left her
bedroom. Little did she know, her normally healthy tanned face was drawn and wan, heavy dark bags under her eyes. Her
dark brown hues were dull and empty, testimony to the broken heart residing within her chest. She walked quietly out of the
Head's common room and started walking down the hall. She did not notice a figure in much the same condition as she
following her like a lost and dejected puppy. Just as Lissa was passing a dark alcove she felt someone grab her by the wrist
and pull her into the gloom. There was just enough light in the corridor for her to make out the dull gold hair that hung flat
and limp across his forehead, shielding his lost eyes.
"Sissa..." The single, pained word wrenched the shattered pieces of her broken heart further and she fought back a sob. That
rein on her emotions did little to keep the tears from welling up in her eyes, making the sad hues sparkle.
"Let me go. Please, I don't want to talk to you..." Her voice quivered softly.
"Why don't you want to talk to me? I apologized and I meant it! Look what being away from you has done to me!" His voice
was hard, but thick pain was heavily laced through his words.
A single tear escaped Lissa's right eye and ran down the familiar track down her cheek. Draco raised one of his hands quickly
and she turned her head to the side, thinking he was going to strike her. With her eyes downcast, she did not see the sudden
horror spread across his face. She, his beloved, thought he would hurt her? He would never do that. His subconscious jeered at
him that he already had, that was clear from her worn out, broken appearance. He dropped his hand, which he had raised
to wipe away the tear, and let go of her wrist. She raised her head slowly and looked at him, her blank eyes holding only a
sliver of fear.
"I would never hit you..." His voice cracked horribly on the last word as he turned and fled. Lissa quickly brushed the tear from
her cheek and leaned against the cold wall. For a fleeting and horribly second, she could have sworn Draco was going to slap
her. That in itself had hurt her that had pulled at her already shattered heart. She sighed quietly and walked back out into
the center of the hallway. She needed to go eat some dinner before she passed out, her belly was calling. She trudged like a
prisoner going to her execution and paused outside of the Great Hall. She did not want to go in. She could not sit with the
Slytherins anymore and if she tried to eat with the Gryffindors, Potter and Weasley would start jeering at her. She turned on her
heel and strode towards the kitchens. At least the house elves did not say anything rude about her, at least not in front of
her.
Lissa sat on the hearth in front of one of the large fires in the kitchens. There was a plate of leak and potato turnovers,
rich gravy dribbling out of the corners. A glass of chilled pumpkin juice sat beside the plate and an ecstatic Dobby was
bouncing around in front of her, talking madly.
"Dobby has not seen Miss Maeko in a long time! Mr. Harry Potter has not come to see Dobby either! Has Mr. Harry Potter been
busy? Will he come see Dobby again soon?"
She looked into the house elf's big eyes and sighed quietly. Should she crush the sweet little thing's spirit by saying that 'Mr.
Harry Potter' would probably never come back down to the kitchens, unless it was absolutely necessary. Potter had definitely
changed over the summer and she forced a soft smile to slide onto her chapped lips.
"I'm not sure Dobby, he might come back. You don't mind if I eat my meals in here, do you? I'm not very comfortable in the
Great Hall..."
Dobby's green eyes nearly glowed with joy in the slight gloom of the kitchen. "Miss Maeko, Dobby would love if you ate with
Dobby!"
Lissa smiled warmly down to him and lightly patted his head. She finished her dinner quickly and pushed her up to her feet.
"I'll be back in the morning Dobby, thanks so much."
"Yes Miss Maeko!" The little house elf picked up her dirty dishes and literally skipped off. She shook her head slowly and ran a
hand through her semi dry hair. It was in close curls and stuck up around her head like a q-tip. She sighed softly and left the
kitchens, her back stiffening slightly as the portrait snapped closed behind her. The moment she was out of the welcoming
warmth of the kitchen, loneliness stole back over her. She shoved the desolate feeling away and hurried to the Head's
dormitories, bed calling to her, even at this early hour.
No less then ten minutes later, Lissa was sprawled out on her bed, curled up in a fetal position, the thick dark comforter
completely covering her. She silently thanked the Goddess that she had cast a circulation spell on her bed, so she could hide
under the covers and still breathe freely. She took a deep lungful of breath and dragged another pillow down, resting her
head atop it. After a few minutes of deep breathing, her grasp on consciousness dissipated and she slipped into a deep sleep.
On the edge of a massive forest, filled with trees of old, there was a strange meadow covered in blood red poppies. She
was lying on some of them, a close fitting dress much the same color of the flowers clinging to the curves of her body. One of
her hands was gently touching the petals with almost tender fingertips. The sweet smell of pollen was caught on the breeze
and the saccharine odor caressed her nose and a soft smile crossed her lips. Her heart did not seem to heavy and she felt like
she could fly. The sky was more blue then she had ever seen it and it was completely devoid of clouds. Something in the back
of her mind told her this was just a dream, a place her head had created to get her away from the stresses of real life.
Whatever the circumstances, the place was really doing its job. She felt happy, something she had not felt since her parents
were killed. Just as her eyes started to drift shut, she felt something sit down on her belly. She opened her hues and was
extremely surprised to find a toddler sitting on her stomach. A mass of wild black curls surrounded the little girl's head and her
lightly tanned skin reminded Lissa strongly of herself. Actually, the small child looked much like she did when she was about
three. The only thing that was different, was that the girl's eyes were a wonderful shade of steely blue. A sudden thought hit
her, making her body shake slightly. Those were Draco's eyes. His eyes stared into hers and the little girl began to speak.
"Make the right choice." Her voice was identical to that of a small child's, but her eyes seemed like that of an adult.
"The right choice? What are you talking about? Who are you?"
A slight smile came across the child's face as she leaned her head close to Lissa's.
"I am of the future. My existence all depends on the choice you will have to make very soon."
"But who are you?!?!"
"You know who I am."
The little girl stared at Lissa for a long moment then her she suddenly began to gray, her skin looking like ash. A soft breeze
came out of nowhere and little pieces came of the toddler's body until there was nothing left, just a swirl of ash on the wind.
Just before the ashes were gone, the little girl's voice echoed around the meadow.
"Remember, make the right choice or all of what you know and see will turn into this."
The green meadow morphed in on itself, like it was wax and someone was burning it. When the sickening shifting ceased, all
the flowers were gone and the forest off in the distance was nothing but blackened stumps. The field was nothing more then
cinder smeared ground. Lissa let out a cry and jumped to her feet, trying to brush the grey off of the vivid red dress. There was
another puff of wind, this time much stronger. The force of the breeze knocked her off her feet and the ground rushed to
meet her face. There was a crack and then blessed darkness.
Lissa awoke suddenly, a sob caught in her throat. What the hell had that been? Who the hell had that kid been? Could
that have been...? No freaking way, that was just too damn scary. Instinctively she reached out for her brother, but her mind
just slammed into the brick wall. She let that sob rise up out of her throat and in seconds she was crying without abandon into
her hands. All she wanted was for something to hold her and tell her that they loved her. No more then three weeks ago
she'd had two friends, a brother, and a boyfriend who she had thought had loved her. But the world is never how it seems.
Her brother abandoned her, probably for a girl. Her two best friends were too wrapped up in their romance to say more then
a quick hello to her in the morning. And Draco, Draco had done nothing to help her. All he'd done was sob and try and beg
her for forgiveness. The agonized cries kept on coming, telling of the agony of her soul. Outside her room, Draco had been
passing by and had heard her weeping. It had taken all of his self control not to burst into her room and pull her into his arms.
He wanted to tell her how much he loved her and how everything would be all right eventually. He just wanted to mend her
broken heart and share his life with her. After a few moments, her agonized cries died down and he sadly walked back to his
room, the fragments of his own heart lying before her door. The two people, each pining for the other, fell asleep at the same
time. Only in dreams could these two people be together, and the moment they entered unconsciousness, they found each
themselves in each other's arms.
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Hey everyone! Sorry it took so long for me to get this chapter out, but I've been caught up with school and my other story, Blood of an Enemy. Can anyone guess who the little girl is? It should be pretty clear...*grins* Anyway, the end of the story is near...The satisfying climax is on its way!
Your Lord and Master, Foamy the Squirrel