Chapter 25
''Irulan, you're supposed to be on leave,'' I turned around, Kingsley was walking up to my desk where I sat.
''I know, I just wanted to write up my report for Hermione since she's going to Wizengamot tomorrow,'' I said.
''You really want to nail that bastard don't you?'' he asked, leaning against my desk.
''I want to nail them all, but Hermione hasn't been to Wizengamot in a long time, now I love Hermione very, very, much but as a Counsiler she sucks!'' I said.
''I'm not gonna say anything because I know it'll get me in trouble'' Kingsley said. ''Well, hurry up and finish, I'm headed home.''
''Tell little Ashleigh I said hi'' I said.
''Will do,'' Kingsley said.
I stayed at headquarters a few more hours finishing my report of the events that happened nearly two weeks ago before I went home. Draco was already asleep when I got back so I just changed into my pajamas and climbed in next to him before I fell asleep...
''Where were you last night?'' Draco asked the next morning.
''I was at headquarters, writing up my report, why?'' I asked.
''Well, while you were doing that, I just about insinerated that... whatchamacallit... the big, loud, thing that sucks up everything,''
''You mean Ron?''
''Huh?''
''Nothing, you mean the vaccuum?''
''Yeah, that thing!'' he said, while Draco went into a tangent about useless muggle devices the phone rang.
''Hello?''
''Irulan, you are not going to believe it! I won!''
''Hermione? That's great! What was the verdict?''
''Guilty on all charges, the Dementor's Kiss will be admisitered this Friday''
''Is Harry there with you?''
''yeah here... Harry, Irulan wants to talk to you''
''Hello?'' said Harry.
''Hey, I need you to do me a favor. Arrange an interview...''
-Two hours 'til execution-
''What time is it?'' he asked, laying his head on the table.
I glanced down at my watch, ''You've got two hours''
''You two are boring me'' he said.
''Well, you're not going anywhere until you tell us why you targeted my partner'' Harry said, sitting across from him.
He smiled, a twisted, menical smile. ''You and all your little friends must thing you're something special, being the first pick out of auror training, passing with flying colors''
''She did it too'' Harry said, pointing to me. I was leaning back against the wall with my arms crossed over my chest.
''She's not like you, don't group her in with you'' he sneered, like it actually offended me to be grouped with Harry.
''How am I not like them?'' I asked.
He didn't look at me, but continued to stare straight at Harry, ''The first time I saw her in the Daily Prophet, it was announcing that The-Boy-Who-Lived had graduated auror training extremeluy early along with his four best friends. Ron, Hermione, and even you were just loving the attention, but Irulan stood back.'' he explained. Idiot, he'll never know the reason I stood back was because I was talking to someone, I thought, with a roll of my eyes.
''How did that make her different?'' Harry asked.
''Because it meant that she didn't want all of the attention she deserved. She's really the reason you and your friends are so famous now a days, she's the reason you get so many collars. Her and I are one in the same'' he said.
''You're a murderer, that's the difference between you and I'' I said. ''You framed Draco Malfoy, you manipulated us...''
''I knew I had to talk to her, meet her face to face. All those years in the orphanage, I never got up the courage to talk to her, but I'd win her, Draco's not good enough for her''
''And what, you are?'' Harry said.
''This interview is over'' I said, pressing a button on the wall. A buzzer sounded through the interview room, which should have called the guards, but they never came.
''Relax, the guards are changing shifts'' he said.
''Harry, get up from the table!'' I shouted. Harry didn't move quick enough, he threw the table, lifting it from the underside, knocking Harry back.
It all happened so quickly, that the next thing I knew, he had me by the throat. ''I will have you, if it's the last thing I do'' he growled in my ear.
I struggled to get out of his grip, to remove his hand from my throat, but that's kind of hard when someone is squeezing your trechea (trey-ki-ah). My vision started becoming blurred as he lifted me up from the wall and slammed the back of my head back into the wall. Pain exploded from the back of my head and traveled through out my body. He did this two more times before Harry had gotten the table off him, and shouted, ''Incarcerous!'' ...
''Ron, if you hit her in the back of the head one more time, it's going to wake her up, and she's going to hit you ten times harder!''
''You might wanna listen to Hermione, Ron, remember what Irulan did to Fred and George?'' ...
Chapter 26 -final-
''Ron, if you hit her in the back of the head one more time, it's going to wake her up, and she's going to hit you ten times harder!''
''You might wanna listen to Hermione, Ron, remember what Irulan did to Fred and George?''
My hand snapped out, and I grabbed Ron's arm twisting it, ''Why are you hitting me?'' I demanded.
''Because, we're almost to the station and you were sleeping like a baby,'' Ron said as I let go of his arm.
''Oh well, here -'' I smacked Ron in the back of the head.
''Told you!'' Hermione said, Ron glared at her.
I turned to Harry, ''Have I been sleeping the entire ride?''
''Yeah, why?''
''Harry, I had the wildest dream, and it felt so real, you wouldn't believe me if I told you.'' I siad.
''Try me,'' he said.
''Not now, I'll you later,'' I said.
''Okay,'' he said resting his hand on my knee and squeezing. I smiled and leaned my head against the cool glass of the window.
I would have sworn on my life that dream was real. Everything in it felt real, the pain, the happiness, the helplessness, even the feelings that I had for Draco. Perhaps it was merely an elaborate illusion my suconsious displayed... or maybe it was a vision of sorts. I gently shook my head, my subconsious would not, could not create that entire life for my friends and I, because I don't think that far ahead. It was only last year that Draco had kissed me, had that maybe caused my dream? Irulan, you're being riddiculous! I scolded myself. But, as much as I hated to admit it, I did have some feelings for Draco, and after that dream these feelings did not help the situation I was having. Dear Lord, I can only imagine what the three of them are going to say when and if I tell them about my dream.
''We're here!'' Hermione said as the train pulled to a stop. I took a deep breath as we left our compartment, it would be a hard year on the Seventh years because it was our last year here, and Hogwart's has been like our home away from home. Well, for Harry and I, it is our home.
As I stepped off the train, I saw Draco not far ahead. My breath caught, and instantly, I knew that I wanted my dream to come true (minus the whole Zodiac thing of course). Now, I don't remember this next part, but from what Harry, Ron, Hermione, and other eyewitnesses have told me, I shouted Draco's name which caused him to turn around. Then I ran through the masses of people not caring who I knocked down in the processm threw my arms around his neck and kissed him. I DO remember kissing him, and I pulled back and looked him in the eyes.
''What was that for?'' he asked, sounding almost offended.
''Because, I don't hate you, I never could and I never will,'' I said. I could faintly hear everything going on around us, the whispers, the outraged screaming (mostly done by Pansy), Hermione fainting.
Draco smiled slightly and ran his fingers through my hair before he leaned down pressing his lips to mine. Everything seemed so childish in that moment, the six years of name calling and empty threats, the famous Malfoy smirk and eyebrow raise. I don't think anyone really ever got over what they saw that day, expecially Harry, but damn was it worth it to see the looks on everyone's faces!
...''Irulan, wake up, you're going to be late for school!'' my mom screamed.
''Alright, I'm up!'' I shouted, as I rolled over waking up from my bizarre dream. 6:30 AM stared back at me from the alarm clock. ''Oh shit, I am gonna be late!'' I threw my covers off me, and jumped out of bed before I started getting dressed. Quickly, I ran a brush through my hair, not looking where I was walking and stepped on something. Looking down, I saw that it was Harry Potter and The Half-Blood Prince it had fallen from my bed when I got up. I picked up the book and placed it on my desk, that is the last time, I read a Harry Potter book before I fall asleep! I thought putting the brush ontop of the book and running downstairs... Back to boring, non-magical reality for me!