Chapter 5-Narcissa's POV
All right I'm in the portrait door for what that's worth. The Gryffindor common room is full of dark objects looming around me. Somehow, the forms of the furniture remind me slightly of Dementors. I shiver slightly. I always knew I was weak. I always knew I would be nothing without the protection of the Black family name but do I honestly have to be afraid of the dark too?
I don't know what I was thinking when I thought I could get away from the protection of the Dark Lord. It was something I got used to after a while, the way the Lord guarded me, protected me for all I was worth. It was the one thing that proved him human...his love for me. Lucius and Bellatrix could be is fuck slaves whenever he wanted but me, he loved. He would do anything for me to love him in return. Funny how I still believe that love can be strong when it proved to be his weakness. He leaked such valuable information to me, blindly for a simple kiss. He trusted ME so easily and it gave me a huge advantage. He seeked me when he needed help and me when he needed comforting and I gave it to him. But for a price.
Severus was not the only one with duel loyalties, yes I know he's spy but who for? You can't spy on one side without seeming at least a little suspicious to the other. No, Severus does not hold much respect in the Dark Lord's mind. But I do and a true Slytherin uses any kind of power given to them.
Goodness, these stairs are steep! Let's see, 4th years girls, 5th years, humm, there we are 6th years Gryffindor boys. The door creaks as I enter and glide towards the first four poster and gently open the curtain.
A sandy haired head snored peacefully, his mouth open disgustingly wide in his sleep. Longbottom.
I remember his parents. Foolish Gryffindors, only worthy of Huffflepuff's name, but I pity him against my will. I must remember to pay my respects to Alice later. She was a fool, but she did not deserve her condition. It seems only necessary to pay my respects to a pureblood harmed by my own blood. Funny, how this war lead to the deaths of so many purebloods as well as mudbloods. Surely that was not the purpose for which it was started?
The next curtain reveals a huge redheaded lump. Weasley. My lip curls in disgust. He, I have no respect for whatsoever.
Finally I see Harry's messy raven hair behind the next curtain. He looks so innocent in his sleep, like he's still a small child. I don't want to wake him but I do anyway.
"Pssst! Harry wake up!" Oh Merlin, this is the first time I've spoken in days.
"Harry! Wake up please!" This time I say it a little louder. What will I do if he doesn't wake up?
He starts to stir and opens his eyes slightly. He seems to be a light sleeper. Draco would never have woken that fast. He rubs his eyes groggily and I try to smile gently but I'm shaking inside.
What if he doesn't believe me? He takes my face in for a second through his emerald eyes and I open my mouth to say something. But before a make a sound a wand is pointed at my throat.