A/N: Alright, chapter 14. I'm very disappointed. it's been how long since
I posted a new chapter and when I do, I don't even get a response, come on
you guys. I love you!!
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"May I have your attention please?" The already aged time-worn face of the headmaster looked older to a level of implausibility, stressed and mourning the tragic loss of five members of his school, unaided by the idea that one of their own caused it all. Thousands of innocent eyes, unaware of this loss, attended the elder with undivided- and unexpecting- attention.
Last night a most dire and grave tragedy transpired in our own Slytherin house to our own Hogwarts students, caused by one of our own; in an act of jealously, Blaise Zambini," he paused and inhaled, stifling his own tears, "took the lives of five Slytherin girls. Kristin Campbell remains in the infirmary, while Miss Zambini has been sent by the Ministry of Magic to," he sighed once more, "to Azkaban, where she will be serving her punishment for the use of an unforgivable."
The entire student body wept at the loss. Many knew the girls killed or simply the shock of such a tragedy taking place at Hogwarts shook their emotions, as their 'it could never happen to us' attitudes of innocence were quickly ripped away from them. Harry bolted from his seat to the infirmary to see Kristin.
When he open the door, hate boiled in his veins as he saw Draco Malfoy sitting at her bedside, her hand in his as she slept soundly. His eyes were bloodshot from crying. Harry was unsure whether he wept at the loss of his fellow students, the girl lying in the bed, or the she-devil who brought this pain upon them all.
"Malfoy! What are you doing here? Hasn't she been through enough?" Harry accused.
"Just waiting to see how she was feeling," Draco replied quietly and breathless.
"Well, I'll tell you when I find out," Harry snapped.
"Alright," the blonde agreed. "Thank you." Draco retreated slowly from the room, laying one last long look at Kristin, as a single tear scuttled down his cheek.
Draco walked through the cries of the students and spirits that inhabited the school and halls, yet he walked alone, until Ron and Hermoine were walking toward the infirmary, and, consequently, Draco.
"Malfoy!" Ron started, "I suppose you're mourning the departure of your girlfriend. She'll rot in there for what she did, the little bitch!"
"I only hope she does. I never thought even she would stoop that low, the dirty little wench, but I guess when I told her she had no soul, I may have been right. But, I would appreciate if you would have some sympathy and stop blaming everyone else. The girl who did this is where she needs to be, and we can only hope that those who died rest in peace and that Kristin awakes and doesn't remember a moment of it and can go on living a life free from the same turmoil I suffer at the moment."
"Wait a minute," Hermoine asked, concerned. She transcended the mutual feelings between the two for the past six years and put a hand on his shoulder. "Were you there, Draco?"
"I'm afraid I was. I was trying to stop her," he broke down in tears as Hermoine took him in her arms. "I didn't realize they were dead until I noticed that they didn't wake up, even when Blaise cast the Cruciatus, and Kristin- she was- was screaming- just in so much pain. I knocked Blaise out; I couldn't kill her; that would be stooping to her level. I tried to hold her- Kristin- but she was shaking so wildly in such agony, that I just couldn't take away." He gathered himself. " Then, it occurred to me that her roommates should've woken up in the clash and noise, but they didn't. So, I checked and they were dead. So, before you go accusing me, Weasley, just realize that I saved Kristin's life and would do it again, should she need me to."
"I'm sorry, Malfoy," Ron hung his head in shame, "I didn't know."
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Kristin moaned slightly as she awoke, the curse echoing its effects throughout her body. She squeezed the hand holding hers.
"Harry, dear, where's Draco?" she asked.
"He left. How are you feeling?" he leaned forward, concerned.
"Fine. Why did he leave? He told me he wouldn't leave." She sat up, alarmed, but laid back down quickly, grasping her aching head.
"I told him to," Harry confessed. "I'm sorry, Kristin, I didn't know you wanted him here that badly. You know I don't get along with him."
"I know but, Harry, I wanted to thank him," Harry looked at her puzzledly. "Don't you see? He kept Blaise from killing me; he saved my life again Harry."
"Again? Kristin, he's a creep. Wait a second! Why was he in your room in the first place?" He stood up, enraged.
"I don't know, Harry," she remained calm, lacking the energy to do any different. "But he was and he kept Blaise from killing me. Yeah, I'm hurt, but no major damage done. And he's done it before. When you fell out the window, someone pushed me too, but Draco grabbed me. Sit down."
"Kristin," Harry slumped in the chair, head hung low. "Five people died last night. No damage done? How can you say that?"
Kristin gasped as Harry explained to her what Dumbledore had explained to them that morning. She sobbed painfully when he took her in his arms to console her. Soon, they heard a knock on the door when Hermoine and Ron let themselves.
"Are you alright,dear?" Hermoine joined. It was so nice for both of them to finally have a female friend around. In the weeks that Kristin and Harry had been going out, she and Hermoine finally found someone to talk about clothes and the boys and makeup and all the other things Ron and Harry rolled their eyes at. But Hermoine didn't know how to handle this one. Death was one of those ideas that Hermoine couldn't aid. When Harry was dealing with the death of Cedric Diggory in his fourth year, she never knew what to say to him; she left that up to Ron.
"I'll be okay," Kristin responded through her tears. 'It wouldn't be the first time I lost a friend,' she thought. "Harry, I need to find Draco."
Instead, Ron went after him and brought him back. He stepped in the room quietly and unobtrusively, aware of the hatred of his presence.
"Could you leave us alone, please?" Kristin requested, at which Ron, Harry, and Hermoine all left, reluctantly shutting the door behind them.
"What happened, Draco?" she cried into his shoulder. "Why did she do this?"
"She was jealous, Kristin. She thought you were going to steal me from her. Stupid girl, she was."
"Was? You talk like she's gone?"
"To Azkaban. No one knows how long. For the use of an unforgivable and for killing five people. We don't know how she did it. They were all dead, Kristin, the whole time. They were dead from the start. But, Kristin, you're here, and you'll be alright, so let's just focus on that." He brushed the nearly black hair from her face and kissed away her tears. "You survived. You always do."
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"May I have your attention please?" The already aged time-worn face of the headmaster looked older to a level of implausibility, stressed and mourning the tragic loss of five members of his school, unaided by the idea that one of their own caused it all. Thousands of innocent eyes, unaware of this loss, attended the elder with undivided- and unexpecting- attention.
Last night a most dire and grave tragedy transpired in our own Slytherin house to our own Hogwarts students, caused by one of our own; in an act of jealously, Blaise Zambini," he paused and inhaled, stifling his own tears, "took the lives of five Slytherin girls. Kristin Campbell remains in the infirmary, while Miss Zambini has been sent by the Ministry of Magic to," he sighed once more, "to Azkaban, where she will be serving her punishment for the use of an unforgivable."
The entire student body wept at the loss. Many knew the girls killed or simply the shock of such a tragedy taking place at Hogwarts shook their emotions, as their 'it could never happen to us' attitudes of innocence were quickly ripped away from them. Harry bolted from his seat to the infirmary to see Kristin.
When he open the door, hate boiled in his veins as he saw Draco Malfoy sitting at her bedside, her hand in his as she slept soundly. His eyes were bloodshot from crying. Harry was unsure whether he wept at the loss of his fellow students, the girl lying in the bed, or the she-devil who brought this pain upon them all.
"Malfoy! What are you doing here? Hasn't she been through enough?" Harry accused.
"Just waiting to see how she was feeling," Draco replied quietly and breathless.
"Well, I'll tell you when I find out," Harry snapped.
"Alright," the blonde agreed. "Thank you." Draco retreated slowly from the room, laying one last long look at Kristin, as a single tear scuttled down his cheek.
Draco walked through the cries of the students and spirits that inhabited the school and halls, yet he walked alone, until Ron and Hermoine were walking toward the infirmary, and, consequently, Draco.
"Malfoy!" Ron started, "I suppose you're mourning the departure of your girlfriend. She'll rot in there for what she did, the little bitch!"
"I only hope she does. I never thought even she would stoop that low, the dirty little wench, but I guess when I told her she had no soul, I may have been right. But, I would appreciate if you would have some sympathy and stop blaming everyone else. The girl who did this is where she needs to be, and we can only hope that those who died rest in peace and that Kristin awakes and doesn't remember a moment of it and can go on living a life free from the same turmoil I suffer at the moment."
"Wait a minute," Hermoine asked, concerned. She transcended the mutual feelings between the two for the past six years and put a hand on his shoulder. "Were you there, Draco?"
"I'm afraid I was. I was trying to stop her," he broke down in tears as Hermoine took him in her arms. "I didn't realize they were dead until I noticed that they didn't wake up, even when Blaise cast the Cruciatus, and Kristin- she was- was screaming- just in so much pain. I knocked Blaise out; I couldn't kill her; that would be stooping to her level. I tried to hold her- Kristin- but she was shaking so wildly in such agony, that I just couldn't take away." He gathered himself. " Then, it occurred to me that her roommates should've woken up in the clash and noise, but they didn't. So, I checked and they were dead. So, before you go accusing me, Weasley, just realize that I saved Kristin's life and would do it again, should she need me to."
"I'm sorry, Malfoy," Ron hung his head in shame, "I didn't know."
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Kristin moaned slightly as she awoke, the curse echoing its effects throughout her body. She squeezed the hand holding hers.
"Harry, dear, where's Draco?" she asked.
"He left. How are you feeling?" he leaned forward, concerned.
"Fine. Why did he leave? He told me he wouldn't leave." She sat up, alarmed, but laid back down quickly, grasping her aching head.
"I told him to," Harry confessed. "I'm sorry, Kristin, I didn't know you wanted him here that badly. You know I don't get along with him."
"I know but, Harry, I wanted to thank him," Harry looked at her puzzledly. "Don't you see? He kept Blaise from killing me; he saved my life again Harry."
"Again? Kristin, he's a creep. Wait a second! Why was he in your room in the first place?" He stood up, enraged.
"I don't know, Harry," she remained calm, lacking the energy to do any different. "But he was and he kept Blaise from killing me. Yeah, I'm hurt, but no major damage done. And he's done it before. When you fell out the window, someone pushed me too, but Draco grabbed me. Sit down."
"Kristin," Harry slumped in the chair, head hung low. "Five people died last night. No damage done? How can you say that?"
Kristin gasped as Harry explained to her what Dumbledore had explained to them that morning. She sobbed painfully when he took her in his arms to console her. Soon, they heard a knock on the door when Hermoine and Ron let themselves.
"Are you alright,dear?" Hermoine joined. It was so nice for both of them to finally have a female friend around. In the weeks that Kristin and Harry had been going out, she and Hermoine finally found someone to talk about clothes and the boys and makeup and all the other things Ron and Harry rolled their eyes at. But Hermoine didn't know how to handle this one. Death was one of those ideas that Hermoine couldn't aid. When Harry was dealing with the death of Cedric Diggory in his fourth year, she never knew what to say to him; she left that up to Ron.
"I'll be okay," Kristin responded through her tears. 'It wouldn't be the first time I lost a friend,' she thought. "Harry, I need to find Draco."
Instead, Ron went after him and brought him back. He stepped in the room quietly and unobtrusively, aware of the hatred of his presence.
"Could you leave us alone, please?" Kristin requested, at which Ron, Harry, and Hermoine all left, reluctantly shutting the door behind them.
"What happened, Draco?" she cried into his shoulder. "Why did she do this?"
"She was jealous, Kristin. She thought you were going to steal me from her. Stupid girl, she was."
"Was? You talk like she's gone?"
"To Azkaban. No one knows how long. For the use of an unforgivable and for killing five people. We don't know how she did it. They were all dead, Kristin, the whole time. They were dead from the start. But, Kristin, you're here, and you'll be alright, so let's just focus on that." He brushed the nearly black hair from her face and kissed away her tears. "You survived. You always do."