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A/N: Okay, to all of you who are dieing to know who the girl is, I believe you'll like this chapter loads. Sorry about taking so long with it, but here you go!
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Past, Present, and Future.
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Part Twentyone: You killed me.
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They were running through the dark alley as fast as they could, as Draco remembered. He remembered how angry the mrechants were and how quickly they were to chase them out of their store and run after them to pay. It wasn't like they had meant to break it, they were children and accidents happen.
He could smell the familiar scent of Knockturn alley and for a minute he could remember. For a minute, he knew that he wasn't suppose to be there, that this had already happened. However, the feeling soon passed and he tried to run faster, nearly slipping in a puddle as someone yelled something out behind him. He tightened his grip on her hand and kept running.
The next thing he knew, she was gone. She had slipped from his grasp like water in cupped hands. He slowed to a stop after he glanced and noticed that they weren't following. He yelled her name.
Where was she?
It was then that he heard her scream. He didn't think, he just turned around and began to run towards that heart-stopping sound. His shadow adopted the look of chasing him as he quickened his pace, not knowing what else to do.
She screamed again and he yelled out her name. Suddenly, he could remember again, but he didn't stop running. He would not let her die again. This time, it would be different. It had to be.
He was rounding the corner of where he remembered she was, when the alleyway walls began to morph. They cracked and split into seperate shapes until they formed dozens of trees. He lost his his footing and fell forward as the hard alleyway stone began bubbling into soft dirt, and he hit the ground with a thud.
His eyes darted around the space, barely able to make out the shapes of the pines as they faded into darkness. He groaned, hurrying to his feet.
Aloud he whispered, "Not again."
He knew no one was there to hear him, not right then anyways. He had had this dream a many times before, only this felt different. He knew he wasn't meant to be there, just as he had known before, in the alleyway. The hairs on the back of his neck began to stand on end, and he shivered, shakily yelling, "Hello?"
Only silence answered-- Complete silence. His voice did not echo, as it should have, there weren't any chirping crickets or rustling leaves either. He swallowed, another shiver running down his back as something sounded behind him. He turned on his heel, the dark shapes of the endless forest greeting him.
That all to familiar scream sounded again, somewhere in the distance, and before he knew what he was doing, his instict took over. Once more, he was running towards her voice.
And then he was falling.
A log caught his foot and he went forward, face first. When he looked up, it was even darker then before. He hurriedly scrambled to his feet, and when he was standing he reached his arms forward and felt his way through the darkness like a blind child would. He ignored the pain surging through his arm and softly called her name. He strained his ears and repeated himself, listening for any sign of life.
And suddenly, just as quickly as the darkness had settled, it vanished. He could see the bare outlines of trees and noted he was in a clearing as weak cries began to sound through out the forest. He hurried forward, barely able to see the weak outline of her on a tree stump. As he neared he noticed how her shoulders were racking with sobs of desperation and her black hair framed her face as she buried her cries in her hands.
For awhile, he stood and watched, unsure of what to do. This was not the sight he had been expecting. Unsuredly he stepped forward, a twig cracking violently under his weight. Crap.
Her head darted up but she didn't turn as she softly called, "Dray.. Draygon?"
He swallowed as she repeated herself, and he sighed uncofmrotably, taking another step towards her. Unsuredly, he sat beside her on the dead stump, his shoulder pressed against her's though his back was facing her and her's him. He felt so awkward sitting there with her, after all of this time..
They sat there for a long while, the silence of the forest blanketing them from harm as her crying ceased. She leaned against him, her shoulder pressing harder against his as she rested her head on his shoulder. He took a sharp intake of air. She was so cold.
Her voice was barely above a whisper as she spoke, suddenly, but it echoed around the forest as if it was a yell. "Draygon?"
Draco swallowed painfully, trying to fight off the cold as he found his voice, "Mm..?"
Her voice was louder now, and much more mature then he remembered it, "Why'd you do it?"
He searched the darkness as if he would find his answer there. Finally he asked, "Why.. What?"
"Why'd you kill me?"
He let out a shaky breath, closing his eyes, "I.. I didn't.. It wasn't my fault."
And suddenly, she lifted her head and moved away from him. He opened his eyes as the coldness that had been her left, and turned his head, looking at her back. Her head was bowed, ebony hair a great contrast to ivory skin. Her shoulders were thin, much smaller then they should be. She looked so fragile.
Softly, she said, "Yes it was.."
"No," He insisted. " It wasn't. And you're.. You're not going to blame me. I.. I wasn't the one who held the knife against your throat.. I.. I didn't let go of you! I... I tried to help!"
She replied with a soft, "Well obviously that wasn't good enough."
He knitted his brows together and repeated, more for his own thoughts then hers, "It wasn't my fault."
She laughed. Her laugh was soft, and sweet, but tinted with anger. "Don't deny it Draygon.."
Draco stared at his hands and let out another shaky breath. He tried to help. It was not his fault. He had learned that. It was not his fault.
He lifted his head, his eyes shifting to her to find that she was staring intently at him. Her ebony hair was once more outlining her face, her skin deathly pale, paler then he remibered, and her cheekboes were gaunt and hollow. He couldn't see her eyes, but he imagined that they were now withdrawn, not at all like the brilliant blue orbs that had made him feel as if they could see right through him so long ago.
He broke out of his trance as she arched her back and coughed violently. He carefully reached out, his hand hovering above his back as he debated wether or not he wanted to touch her. Wether or not he wanted that cold to return.
After a moment, his hand settled on her back. He cringed. Not only could he feel the cold, he could feel her spine through the rags she was wearing. He imagined if he wanted to, he could count each disc.
When she finished coughing, she softly said, "Draygon. ."
Another shiver ran down his spine, "Yes?"
"I.." What ever she was going to say was inturrupted by another coughing fit, and suddenly she fell from her seat beside him. He hurriedly stood and made his way to her, hastily kneeling beside her. Awkwardly he helped her roll to her back, her head resting on his lap after he tucked his legs underneath his body.
He looked down at her, his brows knitted in thought as he subconsiously ran a hand down her cold, pale, cheek. For a moment, her eyes were on him, and she proved his hypothesis correct. There was no warmth in those orbs. There was nothing.
Soon, she closed her eyes.
Even after all of the accusations, he still cared. He didn't kill her. He couldn't have.. He cared.. He was about to say something, when she coughed again. Blood spewed from her mouth and he jumpted as she darted up, the red liquid trailing down her quivering chin. What was wrong with her?
Draco rubbed her back soothingly, not knowing what else to do, and softly asked, "Are you okay?"
She pulled away, and his hand hovered in air for a minute until she said, "You killed me."
His arm dropped and he shook his head, blond locks falling into his face. "No.."
She repeated it louder, her voice a monotone.
"No."
Suddenly, she turned. Blood was dripping from her mouth and her eyes were black-- hollow. Her face was contorted into something.. Something else.. Something he didn't know. When she spoke, her voice was no longer a monotone, it was angry and accusing, "You killed me."
He yelled out in surprise as she lunged at him, falling on her stomach as he scrambled backwards. His back was against the tree stump and she was watching him with dark eyes, lifting herself from her stomach. He huriedly stood as she screamed, "YOU KILLED ME!"
Draco was shaking badly as he stumbled backwards, he tried to keep his voice even as he said, "No. No I didn't."
Before he knew it, she was standing, though a bit wobbibly, on her feet.
"YES!" She hissed.
"No.. No.. NO!"
She stepped closer, and suddenly, he was on the ground. He cried out in surprise. Pain was surging through his body, trying to consume him as the darkness began to near again. His face contorted into a look of pain as he rolled on his side, tucking his knees against his chest for protection as she neared. He closed his eyes, only one thought on his mind. It hurt so much.
He only opened them when he could hear her foot steps on the ground near him. She clutched her stomach and took one final step towards him, looking at him in disgust, "You.. You killed me! YOU KILLED ME!"
Draco's breathing was rugged and quick, when he tried to speak, his throat ached and his lungs screamed in protest, "No.."
"YES!" She hissed, stopping in front of him. "You killed me.. "
Draco yelled out again and said in a tearful whisper, "Please.. Please help me.."
She only smiled, her face looking demonic as her black eyes flickered dangerously. "No. . You killed me. And now I'm going to repay the favour."
Suddenly, something hit him against his back, causing him to jump and his knees to slide away from his stomach. The girl standing in front of him kicked him hard in his stomach, and he yelled out. She continued to kick him, again, again, and again. The pain was surrounding him, and instead of just a single being beating him, it felt like dozens, dozens of people kicking every part of his body.
His vision wavered in and out of darkness, and he was barely able to croak a plea through his tears, "He.. He.. Help."
He was getting colder by the second, and he felt like he was going to vomit. A lump formed in his stomach and began to rise, up, and up, until it was nearly to his mouth. Everything was getting darker and Draco was about to give in when a light passed through the forest. He could barely focus on it as she kicked him again. The darkness continued to grow, never wavering, but he refused to give in. He urged himself to focus on the light, and slowly, it began growing, brighter and brighter. It began closing in, getting nearer and nearer. And suddenly, he could hear someone.
"Draco.."
Draco closed his eyes and concentrated, which was really hard to do as began coughing up blood.
"Draco.."
She kicked him again and the voice grew more urgent.
"Draco!"
The light grew and grew until it burst into a thousand peices, little flares of light flying everywhere, the shards sticking into his wounds and healing them. A few seconds later he woke up screaming.
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Part Twentytwo: Sully.
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Harry had been sleeping in the chair besides Draco when the blonde began to scream. Most of the time, they were incomporable sentences, words of pain and anguish that Harry couldn't understand. He hastily moved to the edge of Draco's bed, running a finger over his sweaty forehead.
Suddenly, Draco let out another heart stopping scream, and Harry was quick to hold him, to try to let him know he was safe. Gently, the Gryffindor shook him. "Draco."
He jumped as Draco screamed, "No! I.. I DIDN'T KILL YOU!"
Draco began struggling from his grasp, but Harry never let go. Instead, he tightened his grip on the Slytherin, and pleaded, "Draco.. Calm down. Draco!"
And suddenly, the Slytherin's eyes bolted open, his molten silver orbs wide in fright, and he screamed even louder then before.
"DRACO! Shh.. Calm down Draco, it's me Harry. You're safe.. No-one's going to hurt you.."
Draco began shaking and for a moment Harry thought he was going to be sick. He coughed violently before giving into the tears and burrying his face in Harry's mid-section. Harry loosened his grip on the boy and rubbed his back, moving his hand in circular movements to sooth him.
Draco let out a soft whimper, "I.. I didn't kill her.."
Harry knitted his brows in slight confusion, and softly said, "Shh.. I know. I know.."
Draco buried his face in Harry's shirt, clawing at his chest.
Harry shifted some before wrapping his arms around him tighter. "It's okay.."
"I didn't kill Sully.. I loved her.."
Harry ran a hand down Draco's back slowly, causing the boy to shiver. He smiled slightly and rested his chin against Draco's head.
It took a long while for Draco's whimpers to stop, and even longer for his tears. All the while though, Harry was there whispering comforting things in his ear. Figuring he was going to be there for awhile, Harry shifted a little more so he was laying besides Draco, with his back against the head-board.
"Draco?" Asked Harry softly.
No reply came. Harry smiled at the sound of Draco's soft breathing and continued to stroke his back.
Now that Draco was calmed down, Harry began to think.
What did it take to make someone who was usually so strong in public scream so? What did he dream precisely? Was the girl he was talking about the one threatening him?
Harry had a lot of questions, all of which he knew would wait for a long while. He closed his eyes and pulled Draco close as he gave into the sleep which he had earlier pushed aside.
He let one last thought wander through his mind.
Who was Sully?
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Author's Note: The second part was sort of short I know, but I think you'd all be happy for finding out who she is. Can anyone guess what her name means? If anyone makes the relation I'll give another bonus part next time.
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