Disclaimer: I do not own the Harry potter universe. I own the characters Desdemona and Delando.
A/N: Yes, I know it's really short and it's been a really long time but it's a chapter.
The loose fitting white gown the Madam Pomfrey had donned her in, gently flowed around her fragile body. She had also noticed that the vast number of Egyptian bracelets that had covered her lower arms had been removed. Both of her eyebrows curved down at this and her mouth shaped into a scowl. Paying no attention to the bitter cold, she hurriedly made her way through the ancient hallways of Hogwarts School of Witchcraft and Wizardry. With each step she was reminded of a single person, this person was somewhere in this castle and was calling out to her.
"Where do you think your going? It's past curfew!" A seemingly tall man in a portrait called out to her. His dark eyes pierced into her skin from his antique frame as he tapped his foot in impatience.
She spared him a solitary look and carried on in disregard.
The cool water surrounded his feet as he swished them from side to side. Draco was lost in his thoughts as his legs slowly froze from the cold. Delando's voice swam in circles in his head. He knew that it was the essence of truth. After what had happened in the past, he shook his head. No, I can't be accused that that was my entire fault, as it wasn't in the slightest.
The wind seemed to join in, backing up Delando's word with a vengeance. It went on over and over until Draco had to cover his ears to try and block it out. Screams resounded throughout his head. He was flung back onto the wet grass bank while the pitch became louder and louder. Pictures came with the sound. Draco was swept with confusion as the realisation that these were memories knocked him down to reality.
A raven flew; a red flash came and went leaving dots in Draco's vision. The raven ruffled its midnight black feathers. It blinked its obsidian eyes, slowly, almost daringly, before tumbling into a lake.
Something wrapped around Draco's shoulders, jolting him out of this absurd sight. He lay, panting on the bank of the lake. Turning his head to the side, he spotted a giant tentacle around him. Hesitantly he rose, his wet items of clothing sticking to him. Bewilderment clouded his eyes; after all he never went into the water.
Caught around his torso were his silky black sheets. His body was strewn across the mattress. Making him look restless, like he had been tossing and turning since the time he had falling on the bed.
Desdemona gently stroked his hair which fell like a curtain around his gaunt face. An empty vial was position on the bedside cabinet. A simper graced her lips. She lowered herself beside him, her alabaster arm tightening it's self around his chest.
She furiously stabbed her quill on the parchment, causing the quill to break through the parchment and pierce the old ebony table, needless to say it snapped. Hermione signed, that was the eighth one tonight. Digging around in her bag, she searched for another. Flipping open another book that had recently been checked out the library, the new quill worked on jotting down notes.
These notes where full of things that made no sense to Hermione. But every single one of them pointed in the direction of where she thought it would.
Harry looked over Hermione's head, giving Ron a worried glance. Ron just looked back at him blankly, his eyes wide in lack of understanding. Shaking his head at him, Harry went back to reading some of the notes Hermione had made over her shoulder.
"Oi, Harry," Ron leaned over and whispered hoping to not disturb Hermione.
Looking back at him and away from the parchment Harry asked, "What?"
"Do you think she's going to help me with my Potions homework tonight?"
Harry looked at him in disbelief and rolled his eyes.
The moon shun in his eyes as he watch a lone figure swiftly run towards the castle. Smirking, Delando was swallowed in his own contentment at having played with his toy so skilfully. Jumping down from the window sill he stepped into the fireplace. Softly whispering his destination he disappeared in a cloud of smoke.
