A/N: I'm not going to keep you waiting...
Chapter Eleven: Never Let You Go
As the dementor cam closer to kissing Blaise, Samantha's world became suspended. Everything had slowed, and she felt a surge through her veins. She screeched loudly and pushed the dementors off of her, slamming them against the cold walls of the room. The coldness increased its impact as the dementors grew more and angrier at the struggling prisoner. Samantha shivered, but lunged towards the dementor that held Blaise's face up. She felt herself almost fall through it. It was like diving into a cold pool, and she had become unaware of her surroundings. She could hear Blaise's desperate shouts but she could see nothing and soon he was drowned out by other voices.
"Kill... kill!" one vicious voice rang.
"Help me!" another cried.
Samantha became more engulfed into the dementor's body. No, she thought, it will NOT end this way! Suddenly, she pushed back (or forward for that matter; she couldn't really see where she was) and found that she was sprawled on the floor by the dementor.
"Samantha!" Blaise shouted.
She turned to find the boy surrounded by healers and looked back to the dementor only to see it carried off by a bunch of ministry workers.
"BLAISE!" She gasped at how pale he was. "I'm so sorry! I didn't want you to be in this mess!"
"It doesn't matter! I just want to be with you!" He pushed past the healers and made his way to Samantha. Pulling her close, he said, "I'll never let you go."
From the Daily Prophet the morning after her execution:
The ministry workers were stunned by the boy's ability to break into Azkaban. "The boy," a ministry worker claims, "seemed to have the strength of ten or more wizards." And so it would seem true. Blaise Zabini (16) had come to rescue Samantha Riddle (16). "He fought like a tiger!" another ministry worker exclaims.
Despite his desperate protest, Riddle was still executed, though far from the room where she was first going to executed. After hearing the news, however, Zabini went mad.
"It was horrible!" Lillian Shronks (63) cries as we interview her, "He just snapped! His eyes went blank and he went on a rampage!"
So he did. Damage to the facilities are ranging in the thousand galleons. The ministry expects the repairs to be done quickly, though.
Zabini has been sent to St. Mungo's for a long time stay with a therapist. The ministry expects him to recover shortly.
Epilogue
Blaise never recovered. He didn't want to. He knew that nothing was wrong with him. What would he recover from? Love. He would never get over that. Blaise realized he would never see Samantha again.
It was halfway through April when he finally had the guys to do it. When no healers were around, Blaise broke the mirror beside his bed and took a shard that seemed the sharpest. I will see you again, he thought, I will get to touch your perfect skin. I'll be able to taste you once more. With the thought, he took the shard to his wrist.
Blaise was found dead on April 16th.
I'll never let go, I'll never leave you. When you die, I shall go as well.
The End
Yes! The end! It has been truely wonderful writing this! I want to thank all the nice reviewers for loving this story (and me!). Special thanks to Shelby because she's a great friend and loved this story so much that she almost attacked me when I didn't have a new chapter up and because I love to rp with her! I should have a new fic up soon! Actually, I already wrote chapter one for three different fics. Only one has a real plot, so I'm keeping that one
Love y'all! Roxanne, otherwise known as Usagi
P.S. Sorry this chapter was so short... I just wanted to finish it sooooo badly!
Chapter Eleven: Never Let You Go
As the dementor cam closer to kissing Blaise, Samantha's world became suspended. Everything had slowed, and she felt a surge through her veins. She screeched loudly and pushed the dementors off of her, slamming them against the cold walls of the room. The coldness increased its impact as the dementors grew more and angrier at the struggling prisoner. Samantha shivered, but lunged towards the dementor that held Blaise's face up. She felt herself almost fall through it. It was like diving into a cold pool, and she had become unaware of her surroundings. She could hear Blaise's desperate shouts but she could see nothing and soon he was drowned out by other voices.
"Kill... kill!" one vicious voice rang.
"Help me!" another cried.
Samantha became more engulfed into the dementor's body. No, she thought, it will NOT end this way! Suddenly, she pushed back (or forward for that matter; she couldn't really see where she was) and found that she was sprawled on the floor by the dementor.
"Samantha!" Blaise shouted.
She turned to find the boy surrounded by healers and looked back to the dementor only to see it carried off by a bunch of ministry workers.
"BLAISE!" She gasped at how pale he was. "I'm so sorry! I didn't want you to be in this mess!"
"It doesn't matter! I just want to be with you!" He pushed past the healers and made his way to Samantha. Pulling her close, he said, "I'll never let you go."
From the Daily Prophet the morning after her execution:
The ministry workers were stunned by the boy's ability to break into Azkaban. "The boy," a ministry worker claims, "seemed to have the strength of ten or more wizards." And so it would seem true. Blaise Zabini (16) had come to rescue Samantha Riddle (16). "He fought like a tiger!" another ministry worker exclaims.
Despite his desperate protest, Riddle was still executed, though far from the room where she was first going to executed. After hearing the news, however, Zabini went mad.
"It was horrible!" Lillian Shronks (63) cries as we interview her, "He just snapped! His eyes went blank and he went on a rampage!"
So he did. Damage to the facilities are ranging in the thousand galleons. The ministry expects the repairs to be done quickly, though.
Zabini has been sent to St. Mungo's for a long time stay with a therapist. The ministry expects him to recover shortly.
Epilogue
Blaise never recovered. He didn't want to. He knew that nothing was wrong with him. What would he recover from? Love. He would never get over that. Blaise realized he would never see Samantha again.
It was halfway through April when he finally had the guys to do it. When no healers were around, Blaise broke the mirror beside his bed and took a shard that seemed the sharpest. I will see you again, he thought, I will get to touch your perfect skin. I'll be able to taste you once more. With the thought, he took the shard to his wrist.
Blaise was found dead on April 16th.
I'll never let go, I'll never leave you. When you die, I shall go as well.
The End
Yes! The end! It has been truely wonderful writing this! I want to thank all the nice reviewers for loving this story (and me!). Special thanks to Shelby because she's a great friend and loved this story so much that she almost attacked me when I didn't have a new chapter up and because I love to rp with her! I should have a new fic up soon! Actually, I already wrote chapter one for three different fics. Only one has a real plot, so I'm keeping that one
Love y'all! Roxanne, otherwise known as Usagi
P.S. Sorry this chapter was so short... I just wanted to finish it sooooo badly!