Chapter Twelve

"I didn't even get to tell him..." I whispered to my grandfather. My eyes were far from dry, but my cheeks were, and I was speaking coherantly now. That was a good thing, at least. The headmaster, my grandfather, looked older than ever. Withered. Bent. He was leaning over his desk to look at me, his crooked nose barely holding his thin glasses anymore. His hair was gray now, not white as it fell over the desk around him.

"Something shall have to be done." He stated. "We shall have to inform dear Lucious of this unfortunate consequence, and you shall be hidden..."

"No." I protested, green eyes flaring, "I'm not hiding from them. Not again. I'm going to stop them, and I'm going to take my revenge." I was acutely aware that my voice had begun to shake, but I was stubborn, and I stood. "And I'll do it on my own if I have to."

The next week or so, I spent unbothered. I had forfeited my position as head girl because I had far too much to do without scolding misbehaving children. Hermoine and Ron took my, and Draco's place. I was again given the idiodom proof common room I was already accustomed to having all to myself. That... place that Hermoine and Ron inhabitted held far too many memories for me. I refused to even visit.

I dreampt of Draco every night, never-the-less. Vivid dreams. Dreams of that morning of our parting. Dreams of that night in my dream. Dreams where I managed to croke out 'I love you too' before I was sent away. Dreams of what I had lost.

These dreams only fueled my rage. Waking up to find myself alone fueled my rage. I spent hours pouring over the books from the restricted section of the library, determined to read them all. I skipped classes, and my grades slipped, but I didn't care. The headmaster, as, by then I refused to acknowledge his position as my grandfather, tried to reach me at times, but I locked the world out of my common room haven. I left only to get more books, and that happened in the night, after hours.

As I studied, I became the bear my mascot portrayed me to be. My hair grew longer, wild, and I didn't cut it. I worked myself, and I grew stronger. My skills in the dark arts, and the defense against it, grew to be unparalleled. Although the vibrancy had died from my eyes, it remained in my spirit.

Mr. Malfoy tried many times to talk to me. He thought I knew where his son was. I obliged him once, the first time he humbly requested an audiance, but that conversation ended badly. I ended up with three professors restraining me, and even then, they could only do so for long enough for Mr. Malfoy to run. I thought that would teach him to leave me alone, but it didn't. He just kept trying, and trying. I started ignoring his attempts.

Months of steady training passed. I did not attend balls, and I did not attend class. Most of the students who actually had seen me once or twice thought that I was expelled. I heard nothing from Chris, nothing from Potter, or Hermoine, or Ron.

It was a month before the end of the school year when I found myself strong enough to fight, or die trying. Wand firmly in one hand, a dagger in another, I waited until nightfall before I strolled out into the forbiddon forest. I walked deep into the forest with no intentions of going back. The sun rose, and set, and still I walked. Taunting them. Daring them to come for me now. Now when I could defeat them.

I was almost afraid I would walk to the other side of the forest as I continued steadily on, but before I could do so, a silver collar fell from the sky, directly before me. I paused, and knelt down, sheathing my dagger to run my fingers over the leather. It was smooth... expensive. I picked it up, and flipped it over, feeling dizzy as I saw the green lettering on the front. It was labeled, 'Draco'. I let it drop from my hands, and whirled around in a panic as I listened to the maniacle laughter all around me.

"Stop it!" I shrieked, "You bastards!" They'd hit a weak spot, and they knew it. I covered my head with my arms, and let out a wordless scream. Stopping, and opening my eyes, I saw Draco before me.

My eyes widened as they locked on his. He looked the same, but something was wrong. His eyes weren't their normal silver... they were blue. He struck me across the face, sending me backwards, an attack he followed quickly by finding himself on top of me. I struggled for control, both of myself, and of the battle, as I reached for the wand that had been knocked out of my hand.

His strong hands clamped down on my neck, strangling me as I continued to struggle. It was his touch. His touch that was trying to destroy me.

"Flipendo!" I shrieked, throwing him off of me, and scuttled to my feet, "Petrificus Totalus!" My spell missed him as he threw himself at me, tackling me again. He wrestled my wand from me, and stood on his own, aiming the weapon at me as I lay on the ground, panting.

"Avada Kada--"

"NO!" Came Chris's voice as he came flying out of the tree, knocking Draco to the ground. My wand fell out of his hand, and I immediately started scuttling toward it.

As I retrieved my wand, Chris was having a hard time restraining Draco, "Say the words!" He cried, looking to me, "Say the words in the book you were guided to!"

"What words!" I cried, leaping back as Chris was nearly thrown off, "What will it do to him!"

"JUST SAY THE WORDS!" Christ shouted, slugging Draco in an attempt to get him to stop fighting. My eyes widened, and I blinked, pointing my wand at my love with a shaking hand.

"Li libero dalla loro stretta su voi!" I cried, and a stream of light escaped my wand. Chris threw himself backwards as the light hit Draco, paralizing him. "Li libero dalla lora stretta su voi!" I repeated for good measure as his back arched, black energy gatherin above him. "LI LIBERA DALLA LORA STRETTA SU VOI!" I shouted, and he went limp, the black energy gone.

He turned his head toward me, and smiled encouragingly at me, "That's my girl." He whispered hoarsely, before he was out cold.

No one really knows where Chris went after that. The katadoes, and idiodoms also vanished. Harry was released from the darkness that had caused him to be so cruel, and it was that year, with the added strength he had gained from the ordeal unknown to him, that he defeated Voldemorte. Upon the end of the idiodoms, Dumbledor immediately repaired my grades, saying that my battle was the ultimate test. A test I passed, though not with flying colors. I graduated from Hogwarts that year.

As for Draco, he was just fine after the incident. He finally got to hear me say the words I had wanted to say to him for so long, and that very same day, he whisked me off to a quaint little chapel in France. He promised a more fancy wedding later, claiming that he wanted to make sure I didn't escape him before hand. We lived a happy married life, working random odd jobs whenever they were handy, or we were bored. I taught him everything I had learned while we were apart, and our skills surpassed that of every witch and wizzard we could find.

The married life most certainly did not calm Draco's wild urges, but it strengthened mine. We were married for three years before I got pregnant, and even while I was with child, we never stopped doing everything we had always wanted to do as teenagers within the school rules.

In late August, my child was born. She was a beautiful little girl with my vibrant green eyes, with his shape, and my black hair. We named her Trinity.

At seven, she started being scratched up every night, from head, to foot. Just as I once had been.

Authors Notes: Thankyou for reading, everyone. I would really appreciate reviews! Congradulations are always good too-- I've been trying to finish this thing for three years! lol. This is actually only the second story I've actually finished on and this is going to be a series! Keep an eye out for the next two stories, and check out some of my other stories if you like Labyrinth, or other stories I may have up!