Chapter 10: Undo This Hurt You've Caused
"Draco, my son, are you in there?" Narcissa pleaded in her most maternal drawl.
"What are you babbling about? Oh, I see, you think its him not me." Draco surmised as rotated towards the entrance to the staircase.
"Mr. Malfoy, you need to think carefully about what you're doing." Dumbledore warned.
"Think about what? I'm not going to hurt anyone; I only want to save Hermione. You are the ones who need to think carefully as to why you're not moving." Draco scoffed still making his way to the exit.
"Draco, we are trying to help but you have to work with us." His mother persisted but the plea fell on deaf ears.
Just as Draco was about to turn and leave, a frantic Madam Pomfrey rushed up the staircase. "Headmaster, Headmaster...she's gone. I don't know how or when but she's gone."
"What?" Dumbledore and Narcissa chimed in unison.
"I tried to tell you." Draco called out as he descended the stairs on the way to his own fate.
"Stop him!" Narcissa cried out but it was too late and Madame Pomfrey was too slow.
"Professor?" Poppy begged for instruction as to what to do but only silence came.
Draco was sprinting through the corridors of the castle almost without direction when a faint but familiar exchange cut through his mind like a knife to butter.
"Merlin's beard, you scared the hell out of me."
"My humble apologies, I only wanted to join the fun..."
That was all he needed to hear to know that he'd been betrayed yet again by his best friend. The true devil in disguise, he berated himself. However, this did give Draco an idea and with that he dug deep in his pocket for a small trinket that Blaise had put in his pocket before his burial. As he gripped the small coin with the Slytherin crest imprinted upon it, Draco pictured Blaise and let himself fade away, completely unaware of the body rushing towards him and ultimately through the porthole with him.
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"How could you?" Katie spat at Ron.
"What do you mean? Did you hear him at all, something's going on here that neither of us truly understands and this time I didn't intend to stand in his way." he explained to the brick wall known as his girlfriend.
"She came to me, not you. How can you just blindly believe him after everything that we found out? It's all her doing and now she's corrupted his mind too." She was crying heavily now under the strain of the mountain that was pressing down upon her. All of time seemed to stand still in light of Harry's accusations but no one, not even Ron, would listen.
"No, it's you who doesn't understand. Until last year, it was Harry who knew what to do and when to do it but now that's all changed. We listened to everyone else in that battle and look what happened; can you remember the sight of the bodies or the smell of it? Harry would rather die than let that happen again."
"Maybe that's what Tara's counting on, did you ever think of that? Harry dies and we're all screwed."
Ron was so tired all of the sudden, he was officially a Chinese finger trap. Caught between Katie and Harry pulling him in opposite directions and all he knew for sure was that he wished that Hermione was there to make sense of it all. Ron began to hear a faint noise coming from the farthest reaches of his mind, it was soft, melodic and inviting like a long anticipated vacation. The sweet serenade was calling to him and he felt himself instinctively close his eyes to fade away into the oblivion. Halfway through her tirade, Katie looked over to see Ron falling to the ground as if in a trance.
"Ron...Ron, what's wrong?" she cried out in vain.
Everybody's got their problems
Everybody says the same things to you
It's just a matter how you solve them
And knowing how to change the things you've been through
I want to go back and change it all...no Harry the vampire, Hermione and Draco, Cheyan would be alive...but then again so would he be (Voldemort). I just want the good times back.
I feel I've come to realize
How fast life can be compromised
Step back to see what's going on
I can't believe this happened to you
This happened to you
Why? But wait, this didn't really happen to me. I mean it did but not directly, it's Hermione and Harry and this is happening to. And the ones who fought but died.
It's just a problem that I'm faced with am I
Not the only one who hates to stand by
Complications that are first in this line
With all these pictures running through my mind
That's it! She forgot to see who the real the victims were and are, it's not me or her.
Knowing endless, consequences
I feel so useless in this
Get back, Step back, and as
For me I can't believe
Tell her...tell them all
"What?"
Part of me, won't agree
Cause I don't know if it's for sure
Suddenly, suddenly
I don't feel so insecure
"Ron, can you hear me?" Katie called while shaking him and the music began to fade as if he were being sucked back to reality.
"Talk to me please, I beg of you. Tell them what?"
Everybody's got their problems
Everybody says the same things to you
It's just a matter how you solve them
But what else are we supposed to do
Part of me, won't agree
Cause I don't know if it's for sure
Suddenly, suddenly
I don't feel so insecure
"Don't go...I need you to tell me what to do."
He was coming around but what he'd been shouting out was having the strangest affect on her at that moment. She was finally starting to see and understand.
Part of me, won't agree
Cause I don't know if it's for sure
Suddenly, suddenly
I don't feel so insecure
Anymore
Why do things that matter the most
Never end up being our choice
Now that I find no way so bad
I don't think I knew I what I had
Let me go
"No...Come back please...Cheyan..."
At last he was awake but to what, he wondered after seeing the horrified look and tear streaked face of the only person left to help him. And together they let go and cried...
(The song was The Hell Song by Sum 41)
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"What are you talking about?" Tara jumped up instantly ready to pounce on him if necessary.
"Now don't get you knickers in a bunch, it was necessary to keep certain things…secret." Blaise started to explain.
"Like what?"
"Not now." Blaise put her off and turned his attention to the beauty before him. "We have business to attend to."
"Screw you." Hermione spat.
"That's not what you were saying yesterday." He taunted her.
"Yeah, when I thought we were on the same side. C'mon Tara, you really don't get it?" Hermione teased her in return hoping for a specific reaction.
"What?" Tara screamed on the verge of a conniption.
"Shut it." Blaise corrected sternly. "She's baiting you."
"Right. And why is it that you don't want her to know that you're father and, quite possibly hers, is Hades?" Hermione trumpeted smugly.
"What? That can't be, my father was a vampire killed by Voldemort." She shook her head defiantly in confusion and the look on Blaise's face told her that the bookworm was right.
"Nope, I suspect that the real Lisander was dead long before you were ever born. He sought out your mother as a vessel just as he did Blaise's mother." Hermione continued to plant the seeds of her hunch and Blaise's silence on proved her correct.
"But you said that you were part vamp too." The hurt of another betrayal was beginning to penetrate through her tough exterior against her best efforts to contain it.
"It's not like what you think. There was a reason for it all but you can't overreact…" Blaise was cutoff by the vamp coming out of Tara and pinning him against the wall.
"Tell me another lie and see how fast you get a one on one with Daddy." She warned and licked at his neck hungrily.
"Do that dear sis and you'll never know your true destiny." He tempted her coolly.
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Many names had been used over the years to describe the man standing before her, Satan, the Devil, Lucifer and the list goes on but nothing could have ever prepared her for the sight of what was to come. Stories of the fires of hell never mentioned anything about what was to come now that she had tempted her fate.
"You know what I am? No, I think not." His voice was low and damning. "What name would you like to call me?"
"I…ah…well; we could start with your connection to Tara." She should have cowered and prayed for forgiveness but seeing how she was already dead, she didn't really think that he could hurt her much more. How wrong she would find herself to be.
"And what's that?"
"Vampires."
"And…"
"Shall I call you Dracula or something much more discreet? Say Judas?"
Laughter rang out like the bells of St. Peter's and she had the sudden feeling that she had completely miscalculated it all. "Such the predictable Irish maiden. Did you ever stop to wonder why the gods and religions of today are so closely related?"
"No."
"Think, girl think. It's in there somewhere, isn't it? Why would history make gods myth but let Jesus reign supreme?" Her mind was churning with everything that she'd been taught by her dad's family as it pertained to Catholicism but she could grasp the connection.
"I don't understand unless you're saying that they are one in the same."
"What does the mortal world think of magic?"
"That it's the antitheists way of disproving the existence of God."
"And is that true?"
"No."
"So what's the connection?"
"They're interchangeable. God and Zeus, Satan and you, a name is just a name but they all mean the same, right?"
His smile broadened and her blood turned to ice, yes they were the same and that was the game. Good versus evil in a series of random acts to prove or disprove whatever the mind of the individual wanted. There was no right or wrong, only shades of grey and she was about to see just how grey the world could get.
Author's Notes:
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