The Minute of Decay
Chapter : 2
There was silence. Madame Pomfrey, slightly sweating from the task of calming the young wizard down, watched as Harry Potter thrashed about on the hospital bed, moaning from some nightmare. Though he had been in the hospital wing more times than she could count, she wasn't used to seeing him in such a wild state. When Hermione and Ron and a few other Gryffindors dragged him in here, he was sweating profusely, grabbing onto his ears and crying out. Pomfrey had given him all the help she could, but now it was up to him to fight off whatever was going on inside his mind. The ageing witch turned to her new task. Draco Malfoy was sitting on a stool, holding his head and staring at the wall so intently a train could've driven through and he probably wouldn't notice it.
"You seem to be fine now. You can probably go, but take it easy the rest of the day." She said and shook him, snapping him back to reality. He thanked her and walked out. Pomfrey dropped herself onto the stool, trying to figure out the day's events. Moments after Harry had been dragged in, Professor Snape and a bunch of Slytherins had brought Draco in. Apparently he also had some haunting vision or heard some voice. 'Something's happening…I can feel it in the air.' She chuckled to herself, fancying herself a seer of mystical things.
Draco walked aimlessly around, not sure of where he was going exactly, only paying enough attention to not bump into too many people. He was happy that it was finally a weekend and he would have time to think things through. He passed by a group of third year girls; they got suspiciously quiet as he walked by. 'Damn brats, no doubt they are spreading rumours about…' he couldn't even finish his thought. His dear mother…she had actually packed her little bag and walked out on them. He remembered seeing her, dressed in her usual white gown and green cloak, standing at the door. She told him that she loved him, but she couldn't be around anymore. She walked out before even saying goodbye to Lucius, stopping only to take her precious white pin out of her hair and giving to her beloved son. 'It was my entire fault; I should've listened to father. He told me to leave but I didn't. Why must things be so difficult.' He asked, knowing he wasn't going to get an answer. He could still remember his mother's shocked face when she walked in on him and Lucius kissing violently…
Harry struggled even in his dream. He was awake, almost, but someone wouldn't let him open his eyes. He still felt the pain in his forehead, still felt the burning image of that white hairpin dripping with red blood. Suddenly a rush of cold air hit him and his eyes flew open as he launched himself out of the bed and onto the cool floor. He relished in the coolness, feeling as though his whole body was burning up from the inside. Pomfrey dropped a vial of some white potion and ran to him, turning him onto his back. She told him she was going to put him back in bed.
"No! It's too hot! I'm burning up!" he screamed. Pomfrey went into her office and poured a blue cooling potion on a cloth and returned to her young ward, gently patting his forehead with the cool rag. Harry calmed down and allowed himself to be placed back in bed but refused to have the covers pulled up. He sat for a while, vaguely wondering why no one was visiting him, but not strong enough to actually feel depressed or sad as he usually would. He stared into the ceiling, images of his dream coming back to him. It wasn't long before he was deathly cold, pulling the blankets up and around him and burying his face in his pillow. Even though he definitely didn't wish for sleep, it came rather swiftly, and along with it more dreams.
He was standing in a large house, his feet sinking into the dark red carpet. He felt as if something or someone was beckoning him, pulling his body closer to the stairs. He walked up them, sickened at the crunching sound of the carpet for it reminded him, somehow, of an animal eating another animal. When he reached the top of the stairs, he turned right and, as if on autopilot, found himself in front of a large black door. It had a snake door handle, golden with emerald eyes and ruby tongue. There was blood on the handle. No doubt if the door didn't want someone to enter it, the snake would shove its tongue through his or her hand. Harry wondered how he knew this, but was not given much time before his hand found the handle. The green eyes of the watch guard lit up and Harry heard a clicking sound. The door swung open slowly. He jumped as a flash of lightning cracked. The room had a large chair and desk; this was probably an office of some kind. The chair was turned away from him, facing the window. There were books spilling out everywhere, some stacks even reaching the ceiling. Harry fingered through the books, looking at titles such as 'Mystical Curses: A Complete List' and the more disturbing 'Killing Curses: Legal and Fun'. Harry felt his skin prick when he heard a sound, something like the…turning of a chair. He turned around and there in the deep green chair sat Draco Malfoy, his face was soft, his hair not crisp but hanging all over the place. Harry could feel his face get hot as he though in the back of his mind how handsome his rival was. Something was happening and Draco's face contorted into fear, Harry saw Draco reach his hand out as if to help him, but when Harry reached for it his own hand was stained with blood. He saw, to his horror, that blood was now dripping down Draco's arm. The horrible voice came back to him. 'It only takes a swift strike to kill a Malfoy. It won't take long for you to break this boy.' Harry screamed, snapping back from his dream, hoping it was all over until Madame Pomfrey came to him and gasped. Harry looked down at himself and felt sick when he saw blood dripping down him.
Somewhere in the halls a group was crowding around Draco Malfoy. He had fainted. Girls started screaming when they noticed blood running down his arm.
You can't escape what makes you tragic you know
Vicious cause you want to be
Leaving time possessed to please you
What might have been was never the way you envisioned things
So difficult to stop pretending what's this to you anyway
Turn down the voluptuous
Keeping close to me again
Hold back your virtues
You're fearless in motion
You found your way
So why keep asking me
Nothing common suits you
You live again in solitary
Look away for now beautiful alone
Now who decides to settle down
Maybe nobody really cares
What's this to you anyway
Something dirty's got you dear
Makes me want to be with you
Something painful's with you dear
Makes me want to be with you
You're better off saying nothing
Wish for a happy ending
You're better off saying nothing
Repent so all's forgiven
Platinum – Orgy
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