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Chapter Fifteen
Lost
Where the world had been bright with promise and colour, all that was left was a monotonous, monochrome plane that was devoid of any warmth. Life had no purpose anymore and she knew what it was like to be alone. Sure, the priestesses were there, but their comforting smiles never
reached their eyes. It seemed as if they were almost glad the three men had been killed, glad that their distracting presences had been obliterated, every one of their sympathetic glances or a brush of their compassionate brushing of their fingers against her arm, sent rushes of anger through
her. A week had passed since the untimely death of Draco, Ron, and Harry and Mia was not handling it any better. Since their demise, she had not left the confines of her room. She had remained in her night things and simply lay in her bed, staring at the ceiling in an unblinking fashion. She
rarely ever moved as she reclined there, completely lost in the deep recesses of her massive mind. She had found many years ago when her older sister had been mysteriously murdered, she had not known then but a rogue Death Eater had slain her nine years after Voldemort's first 'death', that
the best way to deal with grief was to retreat into the protective boundaries of her near limitless imagination. Although when one's heart is truly broken and the miniscule fragments thrown into a river of boiling magma, not even the richest story seems stale and drab to the truly hopeless.
For a moment she showed a sign of movement and rolled onto her side, her blank brown eyes staring at the closed door. It was almost like she expected someone to burst in and tell her it had all been a hoax, that no one was killed. Except, there would be no one to let her know this was not
true, nobody to save her. She was really on her own in a hostile place.
She blinked slowly.
She had been on top of the world for a whole of about an hour, but her short lived happiness had been stolen away. It was not fair. But then again, life was not fair. It never had been and she highly doubted that it ever would be. It had been said that ever cloud has a silver lining, but within that
sugary band of pleasure and cruel injustice was waiting. The moment the first wave of perplexing joy bowled over a person and swept them away, the unjust troubles started. Right when someone was too dazed to cope or understand was when they had to make the most important decisions of
their lives. It was simply the way life worked and it sucked.
Her hand shifted slightly on the simple white sheet.
Her mind spun off in another direction, this time settling back down in her memory. She did not visit that part of her very often. She only had a few
things from her past that she enjoyed, moments with Harry and Ron being a few of them, and those were kept in a separate folder far away from
the cobwebby darkness that had accumulated here. Her mind's image of herself, the navigator through the ocean of confusion, took a deep breath and took the first step into the oblivion.
A blast of icy wind knocked into her, the sheer freezing temperature of the gust sucking the air from her body and making her teeth chatter. It only took her a moment, but that was as long as Mia needed to realize where she was. Her head dropped into her hands as she let out a groan, her
fingers anchoring onto her hair. This was one of her more unpleasant memories; the pain that laced into the fibers of this one still shook her in the present. The sound of someone whizzing past her pulled her face away from her palms, her eyes widening in sudden fear. She knew what was
coming; it would happen in a second...BAM! Somebody rammed into her then fragile body, knocking her over. She had relived this memory countless time when she was asleep and the mind numbing pain of having several of one's ribs broken shot through her. A faint cry slipped out of her mouth as
her form began to roll, each time her chest connected with the packed snow, a rib was broken more. When it seemed as if the pain could net get any stronger, her left leg hit a rock that jutted out of the ice. She let out a scream as the cracking noise of yet another bone breaking met her ears and
her memory-self fainted.
Mia shifted slightly on the bed, lying now on her back.
The darkness faded away and Mia found herself lying in some grass. There was still a residue of pain, but before she could analyze it, it faded away leaving her in quiet bliss. Beams of gloriously warm sunlight were stroking her face, slowly bringing colour to her pale skin. It was the middle of
the summer and she was with her best friends. School was just a glimmer on the horizon and she silently wished it would stay that way. A thought such as that was uncharacteristic, she knew that the moment she realized it, but that did not make it any less true. A soft sigh escaped her lips as
she tucked her hands beneath her head, basking in her own little void. Off in the distance she could hear someone running towards her, their heavy foot falls shaking the ground as they approached. It seemed like it was urgent, but frankly at that brief moment in time, she could not bring herself
to care. She was happy and a feeling of carefree innocence was taking a brief ride on her soul. Somebody dropped down beside her and she slowly opened her eyes. She took in two slightly tousled heads, a faint smile pulling at the corners of her mouth. Her best friends were lying at her sides, the
pinky fingers on their hands just barely touching hers. The three of them shared a friendship strong enough to handle anything and as they rested there, they had no need to speak out loud. They had no need to speak then and the Golden Trio enjoyed the last summer of their Hogwarts career.
Somewhere in the back of her mind, she knew that this was not true. She was only reliving a moment past, but it felt so real. All she wanted to do was loose herself in her memories and experience against the last six years. Time did not exist in on that hazy, summer afternoon and life flowed by
like it was supposed to: thick, sweet, and utterly perfect. Her eyes slid closed as she felt this suspended day melt away and into another.
Mia turned her head to the side on the bed, tears gathering in the corners of her hues as a memory was refreshed.
Mia took a deep breath and let her eyes open; readying herself for what ever scene was going to play in front of her. She was kneeling in a dusty street and her cheeks were wet. A quiet sob slipped from her mouth as she realized what was happening. Her mind was forcing her to relive the
scene of Draco, Harry, and Ron's death. She was not sure if she would be able to handle something like that, her body was lying almost comatose on a bed she had not left in almost a weak, and yet her subconscious believe she was strong enough to see this. She smoothed some of Draco's rumpled
hair away from his shoulder, trying to forget the feeling of his cool flesh beneath her warm fingers. His mercurial hues started into nothingness and she quickly forced his lids down so his imperial stare, that especially in death, made her shiver. She bowed her head and rested her hands on her
legs, loosing control of the tears she had been holding in. Never ending rivers of salty liquid streamed down her face as she cried, quietly moan dripping from her. She went to wipe away the tears...and then suddenly, as if she no longer had a choice in partaking in this memory, she found her
hand being forced to go the pocket of his shirt. While they were...had...been in their own time, he had worn only the best robes money could buy, but somehow he had looked more real to her when he was clad in simple things. Her fingers met a roughly folded piece of parchment in the pocket and
she pulled it out, slipping it into the well hidden pocket of her dress. As if had never happened she found herself in full use of her limbs and blinked. She shook her head as if to rid herself of the cobwebs and felt something sticky around her knees, which her supporting her. She slowly looked down
at the gooey substance, a strangled cry sounding when she saw she was kneeling in a pool of congealing blood. Her hand flew to her mouth, the crimson substance transferring to her face. It became too much for her to handle and she stumbled away.
Mia stirred on the bed and came out of her trance like state, taking a moment to reacquaint herself with the world of the conscious. She slowly moved into a sitting position, momentarily forgetting why she was in a bed in the middle of the day. She brought her hand up to touch her face and
when she saw her naturally pinkish peach skin, she remembered. Her eyes filled with tears and she was about to lie back down when she recalled the note she had put into her pocket. In a heart beat she was up and racing towards the gown that had been carelessly thrown onto the ground in
misery. She rummaged around the cloth until her fingers found the hole, her hand soon returning to her chest with a wad of paper clutched in it. Her arse hit the ground as she quickly sat down, unfolding it eagerly.
Mia,
I cannot say very much because I myself am confused, but I am almost positive that someone is plotting against me, Pothead, and the Weasel. Some
weird things have been happening lately, the most recent when we were looking at the records. If you didn't notice, people kept coming in and taking things. I realized that we needed those records later. Something bad is going to happen. Again, I am unsure of what, but I know it will. I don't want to
worry you, but I think our safety is in jeopardy. Not your well being, but mine and the other two. I only hope we can avoid a major conflict...Just remember, appearances can be deceiving.
-Draco
She crumpled it into a little ball and threw it across the room with all of her strength. If only she had gotten that before he died, she would have been able to save them. She clenched her hands into fists, ignoring the pain of her nails biting into her flesh. Somebody had blood on their hands and she
was going to make sure that they went down with the isle.
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Your Lord and Master;
Foamy the Squirrel