Disclaimer: I owe nothing here but the sucky plot and Faye.
Warning: This chapter deals with suicide and is not intended for people
younger than 13, strongly emotional people and extreme Harry lovers.
Apology: This chapter shouldn't have taken so long. As my treat, I plan to
answer any of your questions you have for me. Any questions I can answer .
. . *shifty eyes*
Dedicated to evenstar131 and kewlausgirl: Sorry, it took so long.
Chapter 17: Speak
Mia stood there in shock. She didn't exist. What kind of trial was this? Draco let her collect her thoughts until he heard the door open. They looked at each other and ran down the stairs. As Mia's parents walked through the door, she hardly recognized them. In her world, her parents aged gracefully, but in this one, they seemed to have tried everything from getting older. Without even speaking to each other, Mia's mom went to the kitchen and her dad went to the living room and watched TV.
"This isn't right," she muttered. Her parents were so in love, what was going on here? Mia's mom appeared in the doorway.
"I want a divorce," she grunted. He grunted back. "May your girlfriend be happy."
"She's a better lady than you ever were." he mumbled. Mia was in shock. Then, another a hard feeling hit her. The only reason they were together was her. They didn't really love each other, they were just standing each other for her.
"Harry!" Ginny groped around in the darkness.
"Ginny? What's going on?" Harry found her hand and held it.
"Harry, we're blind." She yanked her hand away and started to feel her way to the living room.
Next, Mia and Draco landed near a pond. Mia looked around in a confusion. Then, she saw Draco leaning on a tree looking at a rock. Mia went over there and saw the rock. She'll never forget what was engraved. Faye: May you always rest in peace.
"The first time I ever saw her was here. I was four, she was three. She was so beautiful, it hurt to breathe. She was feeding ducks. She loves ducks. That's why I call her 'Duck'. Anyway, she was trying to swim with them. Then, she tried to see them underwater. She didn't resurface. So, I jumped in and dragged her out."
"'I won't let anything bad happen to you. I promise.'" Mia recalled from when they didn't remember each other. "So, what awaits us if Faye's gone?" Draco shrugged. But soon, everything faded away and The Great Hall of Hogwarts appeared.
"Wow, the fun we're going to have," Draco muttered.
Ron looked at Faye. She was talking to the couch, which she lovingly called "Burt Junior." His headache was getting worse by the minute. The pills were barely working anymore. He looked over at Faye. She was still wearing his maroon sweater and telling "Burt Junior" how funny his dad was. Ron was confused but hey, she wasn't screaming anymore.
"Ginny! Where are you?" Harry walked right into a wall.
"In the living room." Harry slowly made his way there. He found the couch and sat there. "Ginny, what do we do now?"
"I guess we have to talk. Nothing else we could do." There was a silence after that.
Draco went to his table. There sat Crabbe and Goyle eating but something was different. They weren't fat. *No, that has nothing with me.* But then he saw something he thought he would never see. Pansy was reading a book. Not only was she reading, but there was no alterations to her uniform (she always hiked it up and left one too many buttons open) and she was at the Ravenclaw table. *I what? . . . I don't like this.*
Mia looked at her table. Ron was stuffing his face like usual and Harry looked on. But something was missing. There wasn't a twinkle in his eyes, he wasn't cracking jokes, he wasn't even flirting with Ginny. *Wow, this sucks. I don't exist and nothing changed.* She walked over to Draco.
"This sucks. Everything is normal. I don't matter." She added a sigh.
"I apparently cause eating disorders and people to be sluts." He shrugged.
"That sucks. Wait, what?" Mia was confused. He pointed at his bodyguards and then, at Pansy. "Ok, that's not your fault." He raised an eyebrow. "It's not! Pansy is head over heels for you. She'll do anything for you to pay attention. You never asked for it. As for them, . . . OK, I have nothing. Maybe if you let them talk, they wouldn't be busy stuffing their mouths."
Draco opened his mouth to retort but he was interrupted.
Harry stood up and threw his goblet to the floor, "I'm fine, just leave me the fuck alone." He stalked over to the exit, kicked open the doors, and ran out. Mia went after him. Draco sat down in Harry's seat and listened to the conversation.
"That's the fifth time this month, he's done that," Ron sighed. Draco leaned over in interest.
"Too bad, Dumbledore isn't here anymore. He'd know what to do." Ginny replied. Draco snapped his attention to the head table. Professor McGonagoll replaced Dumbledore at the table. He also noticed Snape wasn't there. This couldn't be good. This couldn't be good at all.
"Where did Dumbledore go?" Draco asked. As Ron turned to Neville to ask for the rolls, he remembered. To Ron, he wasn't there. Draco was sick of this. He was stuck in this world in which he was forced see the world was better without him and he couldn't do a thing about it. "WHERE IS HE?" Draco screamed at him. Ron just sat there, discussing rolls with Neville. He grunted in frustration and went to find Mia.
Ron was drifting off to sleep when he heard singing. He woke-up and realized Faye was singing, walking around the shack.
"Once, I built a railroad. Made it run. Made it race against time. Once, I built a railroad, now it's done. Brother, can you spare a dime?" She was a good singer. Ron got up and followed her. "Once, I built a tower to the sun. Brick and rivet and lime. Once, I built a tower, now it's done. Brother, can you spare a dime?" She went to the kitchen. She sat on the floor and stared at the ceiling..
"What are you doing?" Ron asked.
"Giving up."
"Giving up what?"
"Everything."
Mia followed Harry into the boy's bathroom. Harry looked in the mirror, now sobbing.
"I'm sorry. I can't do it anymore. He grabbed something out of his pockets and sank to the ground. "I'm sorry, I'm sorry, I'm sorry. It just got too hard."
The object shined in the light and that's when she realized it was a razor.
Ron sat across from her. "What are you talking about?" His headache got worse.
"Look at me. I don't remember you if I even know you. I don't remember anything and all I hear is voices in my head. Voices telling me to do stuff like look at the ceiling. Nothing is worth this. I hate this. I'm going insane and I give up. I'm going to do what the voices tell me. I'm going to look at the ceiling." The headache was beginning to blur his vision a bit.
"There was this one day where we didn't remember each other. The only way was to remember the thing we remembered most about the person. You know what I remembered about you?" He was struggling to get it out. Ron has never been in so much pain. "When you're fighting with me, or pissed off or just passionate about something, your eyes light up. And you can see little specks of yellow in them. I'm not going to give up on you. So, don't you dare give up on me now." Ron slumped to the floor and started to groan. He looked at Faye and that was the last thing he remembered.
"Harry! Put it down." Mia screamed. But it didn't matter. Harry already began to cut the veins of his arms. Blood streaming from everywhere, it seemed. Mia ran over and tried to push the razor away but her hand just went through. He started on the other arm. She got up and tried to leave the restroom, but she couldn't go. Something was preventing her. She fell to floor in tears. "Help! Help!" She looked at Harry. Harry looked exhausted, pale, and sad. He leaned against the wall and dropped the razor. He looked at the spot where Mia was and stared right into her eyes.
"It just got too hard." he said weakly. Then, he slumped over. Mia started to scream like never before.
Three hours later and they had yet to talk.
"So . . ." Harry said in lameness.
"So . . . why did you do it?" Ginny sighed. Harry had to admit, he waltzed right into that one.
"Was it because I wasn't good enough?"
"NO! It wasn't that at all," Harry started to sweat.
"Then, what?"
"I love you."
"Please, tell me that's not your excuse!" Ginny was appalled.
Draco was aimlessly walking around when he heard the screams. He ran over and threw the door open. There sat Mia, in the corner, sobbing and Harry lying in a pool of blood, a few inches away from a razor. He ran over to Mia and held her in his arms.
"I couldn't stop him. I tried. I really did." She cried.
"It's ok. This isn't real." Draco reminded her.
"Don't kid yourself. This is real. This is going to stay with us forever. Every time I'm going to see Harry, every time," She looked over at the lifeless body, "I'm going to see that. Just like you will with Faye."
"You're wrong."
"Draco! We lost them."
"Hermione! They're still alive. We're going to go home and you are going to see Harry and you're not going to think that." He looked at the body and looked straight into her eyes. "You're going to think 'He's alive because of me. I made a difference.' You believe me?"
Mia got up, "I believe you." She smiled. Draco got up.
"Good, I believe you too." The bathroom swirled away and they landed in an office.
"No, it's just that," He sighed, "everyone I ever loved, I lost. My mom, my dad, and Sirius. I just couldn't bear the thought of losing one more. At least, not one so special as you are. I don't know. I guess I needed back-up or something." Harry froze to see if she accepted it.
"Harry." She carefully made her way to the couch he was at. Harry felt her hand caress his face. He nuzzled into it. And then, he felt her slap him.
"OW!" Harry shrunk back.
"That . . . That was your pitiful excuse! That was the most ridiculous thing I have ever heard! I loved you. I gave you my heart, my soul, and my body. I gave everything I had to offer. And you needed 'back up'? How many times did I have to tell "I love you" for you to believe it?'
"I was an idiot!"
"Yes, I know!"
"And I'm sorry!"
"Yes, I know!"
"And I will always love you!"
"Yes, I ," In that moment, her eyesight returned. It returned a hundred times stronger. And it really hurt.
Mia got up and dusted herself off. "Malfoy?". She looked around but he was nowhere to be found. However, across from her was herself, only older. "Great! Another me!"
Her double turned around, "I'm sorry? Did you say something?"
"You can hear me? Malfoy!" The older Mia looked at her like she had three eyes and nodded.
"Who do you keep calling for?"
"Draco Malfoy?"
"Hmm. Never met him."
Ron regained consciousness a few hours later. The first thing that came to mind was Faye. As he staggered into the bedroom, he heard whimpering. He opened the closet. There were scratch marks all over the walls and in the far corner, sat Faye shaking. Her hands were mangled, torn, and bloody. She looked up at him in terror. The look in her eyes made Ron feel like nothing was going to get better and everything was lost. Ron dropped to his knees and started to cry from frustration.
Chapter 17: Speak
Mia stood there in shock. She didn't exist. What kind of trial was this? Draco let her collect her thoughts until he heard the door open. They looked at each other and ran down the stairs. As Mia's parents walked through the door, she hardly recognized them. In her world, her parents aged gracefully, but in this one, they seemed to have tried everything from getting older. Without even speaking to each other, Mia's mom went to the kitchen and her dad went to the living room and watched TV.
"This isn't right," she muttered. Her parents were so in love, what was going on here? Mia's mom appeared in the doorway.
"I want a divorce," she grunted. He grunted back. "May your girlfriend be happy."
"She's a better lady than you ever were." he mumbled. Mia was in shock. Then, another a hard feeling hit her. The only reason they were together was her. They didn't really love each other, they were just standing each other for her.
"Harry!" Ginny groped around in the darkness.
"Ginny? What's going on?" Harry found her hand and held it.
"Harry, we're blind." She yanked her hand away and started to feel her way to the living room.
Next, Mia and Draco landed near a pond. Mia looked around in a confusion. Then, she saw Draco leaning on a tree looking at a rock. Mia went over there and saw the rock. She'll never forget what was engraved. Faye: May you always rest in peace.
"The first time I ever saw her was here. I was four, she was three. She was so beautiful, it hurt to breathe. She was feeding ducks. She loves ducks. That's why I call her 'Duck'. Anyway, she was trying to swim with them. Then, she tried to see them underwater. She didn't resurface. So, I jumped in and dragged her out."
"'I won't let anything bad happen to you. I promise.'" Mia recalled from when they didn't remember each other. "So, what awaits us if Faye's gone?" Draco shrugged. But soon, everything faded away and The Great Hall of Hogwarts appeared.
"Wow, the fun we're going to have," Draco muttered.
Ron looked at Faye. She was talking to the couch, which she lovingly called "Burt Junior." His headache was getting worse by the minute. The pills were barely working anymore. He looked over at Faye. She was still wearing his maroon sweater and telling "Burt Junior" how funny his dad was. Ron was confused but hey, she wasn't screaming anymore.
"Ginny! Where are you?" Harry walked right into a wall.
"In the living room." Harry slowly made his way there. He found the couch and sat there. "Ginny, what do we do now?"
"I guess we have to talk. Nothing else we could do." There was a silence after that.
Draco went to his table. There sat Crabbe and Goyle eating but something was different. They weren't fat. *No, that has nothing with me.* But then he saw something he thought he would never see. Pansy was reading a book. Not only was she reading, but there was no alterations to her uniform (she always hiked it up and left one too many buttons open) and she was at the Ravenclaw table. *I what? . . . I don't like this.*
Mia looked at her table. Ron was stuffing his face like usual and Harry looked on. But something was missing. There wasn't a twinkle in his eyes, he wasn't cracking jokes, he wasn't even flirting with Ginny. *Wow, this sucks. I don't exist and nothing changed.* She walked over to Draco.
"This sucks. Everything is normal. I don't matter." She added a sigh.
"I apparently cause eating disorders and people to be sluts." He shrugged.
"That sucks. Wait, what?" Mia was confused. He pointed at his bodyguards and then, at Pansy. "Ok, that's not your fault." He raised an eyebrow. "It's not! Pansy is head over heels for you. She'll do anything for you to pay attention. You never asked for it. As for them, . . . OK, I have nothing. Maybe if you let them talk, they wouldn't be busy stuffing their mouths."
Draco opened his mouth to retort but he was interrupted.
Harry stood up and threw his goblet to the floor, "I'm fine, just leave me the fuck alone." He stalked over to the exit, kicked open the doors, and ran out. Mia went after him. Draco sat down in Harry's seat and listened to the conversation.
"That's the fifth time this month, he's done that," Ron sighed. Draco leaned over in interest.
"Too bad, Dumbledore isn't here anymore. He'd know what to do." Ginny replied. Draco snapped his attention to the head table. Professor McGonagoll replaced Dumbledore at the table. He also noticed Snape wasn't there. This couldn't be good. This couldn't be good at all.
"Where did Dumbledore go?" Draco asked. As Ron turned to Neville to ask for the rolls, he remembered. To Ron, he wasn't there. Draco was sick of this. He was stuck in this world in which he was forced see the world was better without him and he couldn't do a thing about it. "WHERE IS HE?" Draco screamed at him. Ron just sat there, discussing rolls with Neville. He grunted in frustration and went to find Mia.
Ron was drifting off to sleep when he heard singing. He woke-up and realized Faye was singing, walking around the shack.
"Once, I built a railroad. Made it run. Made it race against time. Once, I built a railroad, now it's done. Brother, can you spare a dime?" She was a good singer. Ron got up and followed her. "Once, I built a tower to the sun. Brick and rivet and lime. Once, I built a tower, now it's done. Brother, can you spare a dime?" She went to the kitchen. She sat on the floor and stared at the ceiling..
"What are you doing?" Ron asked.
"Giving up."
"Giving up what?"
"Everything."
Mia followed Harry into the boy's bathroom. Harry looked in the mirror, now sobbing.
"I'm sorry. I can't do it anymore. He grabbed something out of his pockets and sank to the ground. "I'm sorry, I'm sorry, I'm sorry. It just got too hard."
The object shined in the light and that's when she realized it was a razor.
Ron sat across from her. "What are you talking about?" His headache got worse.
"Look at me. I don't remember you if I even know you. I don't remember anything and all I hear is voices in my head. Voices telling me to do stuff like look at the ceiling. Nothing is worth this. I hate this. I'm going insane and I give up. I'm going to do what the voices tell me. I'm going to look at the ceiling." The headache was beginning to blur his vision a bit.
"There was this one day where we didn't remember each other. The only way was to remember the thing we remembered most about the person. You know what I remembered about you?" He was struggling to get it out. Ron has never been in so much pain. "When you're fighting with me, or pissed off or just passionate about something, your eyes light up. And you can see little specks of yellow in them. I'm not going to give up on you. So, don't you dare give up on me now." Ron slumped to the floor and started to groan. He looked at Faye and that was the last thing he remembered.
"Harry! Put it down." Mia screamed. But it didn't matter. Harry already began to cut the veins of his arms. Blood streaming from everywhere, it seemed. Mia ran over and tried to push the razor away but her hand just went through. He started on the other arm. She got up and tried to leave the restroom, but she couldn't go. Something was preventing her. She fell to floor in tears. "Help! Help!" She looked at Harry. Harry looked exhausted, pale, and sad. He leaned against the wall and dropped the razor. He looked at the spot where Mia was and stared right into her eyes.
"It just got too hard." he said weakly. Then, he slumped over. Mia started to scream like never before.
Three hours later and they had yet to talk.
"So . . ." Harry said in lameness.
"So . . . why did you do it?" Ginny sighed. Harry had to admit, he waltzed right into that one.
"Was it because I wasn't good enough?"
"NO! It wasn't that at all," Harry started to sweat.
"Then, what?"
"I love you."
"Please, tell me that's not your excuse!" Ginny was appalled.
Draco was aimlessly walking around when he heard the screams. He ran over and threw the door open. There sat Mia, in the corner, sobbing and Harry lying in a pool of blood, a few inches away from a razor. He ran over to Mia and held her in his arms.
"I couldn't stop him. I tried. I really did." She cried.
"It's ok. This isn't real." Draco reminded her.
"Don't kid yourself. This is real. This is going to stay with us forever. Every time I'm going to see Harry, every time," She looked over at the lifeless body, "I'm going to see that. Just like you will with Faye."
"You're wrong."
"Draco! We lost them."
"Hermione! They're still alive. We're going to go home and you are going to see Harry and you're not going to think that." He looked at the body and looked straight into her eyes. "You're going to think 'He's alive because of me. I made a difference.' You believe me?"
Mia got up, "I believe you." She smiled. Draco got up.
"Good, I believe you too." The bathroom swirled away and they landed in an office.
"No, it's just that," He sighed, "everyone I ever loved, I lost. My mom, my dad, and Sirius. I just couldn't bear the thought of losing one more. At least, not one so special as you are. I don't know. I guess I needed back-up or something." Harry froze to see if she accepted it.
"Harry." She carefully made her way to the couch he was at. Harry felt her hand caress his face. He nuzzled into it. And then, he felt her slap him.
"OW!" Harry shrunk back.
"That . . . That was your pitiful excuse! That was the most ridiculous thing I have ever heard! I loved you. I gave you my heart, my soul, and my body. I gave everything I had to offer. And you needed 'back up'? How many times did I have to tell "I love you" for you to believe it?'
"I was an idiot!"
"Yes, I know!"
"And I'm sorry!"
"Yes, I know!"
"And I will always love you!"
"Yes, I ," In that moment, her eyesight returned. It returned a hundred times stronger. And it really hurt.
Mia got up and dusted herself off. "Malfoy?". She looked around but he was nowhere to be found. However, across from her was herself, only older. "Great! Another me!"
Her double turned around, "I'm sorry? Did you say something?"
"You can hear me? Malfoy!" The older Mia looked at her like she had three eyes and nodded.
"Who do you keep calling for?"
"Draco Malfoy?"
"Hmm. Never met him."
Ron regained consciousness a few hours later. The first thing that came to mind was Faye. As he staggered into the bedroom, he heard whimpering. He opened the closet. There were scratch marks all over the walls and in the far corner, sat Faye shaking. Her hands were mangled, torn, and bloody. She looked up at him in terror. The look in her eyes made Ron feel like nothing was going to get better and everything was lost. Ron dropped to his knees and started to cry from frustration.