A/N: Hey. I'm not in a really good mood right now…But here's Chapter 5. Read and please review.Draco Angor Chapter 5

I was floating in darkness…It wasn't like the sleep where you're not aware of anything like I usually hope for, just…darkness. I began to turn around in a slow circle, looking for anything in the darkness to indicate something there. I turned in four full circles before finally seeing a glint of light to my right. I immediately began to walk towards it, my footsteps rushed in my eagerness to get away from the consuming darkness. When I got about a yard away from the source of the light, I stopped dead in my tracks. Something…no, some-one- was sitting in the middle of a circle of light with their back facing me. Someone with white-blonde hair that fell to the middle of her back. Someone who wore a white tank top that pulled up to show her lower back. Someone who had a tattoo in the small of her back identical to one on the back of my neck that was hidden under my hair. Emilee sat before me, her thin form rocking back and forth before me. The tattoo -had- to be the one we shared. It was small, three inches by three inches, and it was simply two dragons facing one another, one black and one white. They were breathing flames at each other, the orange fire spelling out three symbols: 'D & E.'

I took a tentative step towards my cousin--no, sister--and she began to rise shakily. Her arms were wrapped around her stomach, and all I could see of them were her fingers clutching her sides. The back of her jeans were ripped with blood-stains all over them, and I was slightly scared of what she'd look like when she turned around. Still, I set my jaw and took a few more steps towards her, reaching a hand forward and setting it on her shoulder, slowly turning her around. A sob escaped my throat when I saw the extent of her injuries.

The entire front of her tank top was stained crimson with blood flowing from a wound cut across her collarbone, and a large gash was across her bare stomach, the red liquid smearing across her pale skin. Her legs were covered with cuts and scratches, all of them varying in size and deepness. Her bare feet were cut up as well, and the blood leaking from them caused a small puddle of crimson to gather beneath her. Four gashes were cut across each arm, two across her lower arm and two across her upper arm. The cuts were all symmetrical to each other, and all eight were leaking blood in a constant stream. There were also two puncture wounds on each side of her neck, these also leaking blood that ran down her throat and stained her shoulders. Random scratches covered her face, and while these did not bleed terribly, two longs streaks of blood ran down her cheeks. They ran down from her eyes, and I realized a moment later that they were tears…tears of blood.

Emilee took a step towards me and stumbled, grabbing hold of my forearms before she fell, causing me to fall to my knees with her. Her breath was coming out in ragged gasps as she looked up at me, pain etched onto her features. Then, she drew in one deep shuddering breath before looking straight into my eyes.

"Help me…" She whispered. With her last word, blood began to pour out of her mouth as I simply looked on, not knowing how I could help her. I felt a scream welling up in my throat, then tilted my head up and let it out.

"Emilee!" I yelled, sitting up straight and falling off of the couch and landing hard on my back. I looked wildly around the room, catching sight of the other three teens in the house looking at me with shocked looks on their faces. Potter and Ginny lay on the floor, a chessboard between them, while Hermione was sitting in a chair. Actually, sitting wasn't the right term, since she had begun to stand at my outburst but decided not to when she was halfway there. I looked around one last time at them before quickly apparating up to the room I shared with Potter.

I landed sloppily a few inches above the ground, falling down roughly onto the wood. I got up shakily, and waved a hand at the corner where the candles were, lighting three of them. I stood still for a moment, my breathing shaky, before I realized my arms were throbbing with pain. I had been so shocked, I hadn't realized it. I looked down at the bandages wrapped around my arms and saw two bloodstains in the shape of hands through the white. I had apparently been clutching my arms in my sleep. I attempted to take them off, but my hands were shaking horribly, so I just brought my right arm up to my mouth and ripped it off with my teeth. I unraveled the bandages on my right arm and discarded them on the floor before ripping the bandages on my left arm and unraveling them as well. I dropped these bandages on the floor next to the others before I pulled my shirt up over my head and looked down at the bandages wrapped around my torso. Blood-stains showed through these as well and, with some difficulty, I managed to unravel the bandages and I pull them off. The door opened as I dropped these bandages on the floor and Hermione walked in, closing the door behind her.

"So who's Emilee?" She asked, taking a step towards me. I looked across the room at her, but didn't move.

"Why do you care?" I asked coldly after a beat of silence.

"Well why shouldn't I?" She asked. "We're basically in the same boat."

I looked up at her and let her take a few steps forward before something in my mind snapped.

"The same boat?" I spat at her coldly, causing her to stop in her tracks. "You could never even imagine the pain I've felt."

Hermione winced for a second, realizing she had said the wrong thing, but she knew it was to late to go back now.

"Well we're both orphans," She said cautiously.

I let out a cold laugh at this point.

"Orphans?" I yelled. "Really? Let me ask you this Granger, where were you when your parents were killed?"

She faltered for a moment before stuttering an answer.

"H-here," She managed to say, taking a step back as I began to advance towards her.

"I held my mother in my arms as she died," I said to her, my voice low. "You were with your friends."

I kept moving towards her until she hit the far wall, then I stepped closer to her and stood about a foot in front her.

"Friends, Granger. You have friends. You're loved. You lost your parents, but you still have friends." I leaned closer to her and look straight into her eyes. "I'm unloved and unwanted. So don't you dare say we're 'in the same boat.' You have no idea."

"I only tried to help," She said, her eyes sparkling with tears.

"Get out," I said, slamming a hand flat against the wall next to her head.

"Why won't you let us help?"

"Don't make me say it," I growled, the hand against the wall curling into a fist.

"We could help you if you let us."

I sighed, closing my eyes for a moment and dropping me head to look at the ground.

"Get out, you filthy little mud blood," I said coldly to her, raising my head to look coldly at her. "Before I send you off to see your parents."

Hermione looked shocked for a moment before a single tear fell down her cheek. She sobbed, then lifted a hand and slapped me hard across the face.

"Bastard," She muttered before apparating out of the room. I stood there for a moment before turning and walking towards my bed. I collapsed onto it and pulled the blanket over my head, burying my face into the mattress. I couldn't get back to sleep, I knew that already. If I went back to sleep I'd have that same dream again and I couldn't stand to see Emilee looking like that. God, I wish she was still here…

I heard the door open and I feigned sleep. Footsteps sounded across the floor as someone walked in my direction and stopped next to my bed.

"She's down there crying," I heard Ginny's voice tell me. "Ron gets home in about half-an-hour, and when he sees her he'll want to kill you."

"I hope he does," I told her, rolling over and looking at her silhouette through the blanket. "I'd have done it myself, but I'm afraid I made a promise."

"Well," Ginny sighed. "Sorry, but I'm gonna make sure you live until you apologize to her, so I'll prevent Ron from apparating up here. The others won't attack you, but they'll give you that 'apologize-now' look, so I suggest you don't go down there until tomorrow."

"Whatever," I sighed, rolling back over. I heard Ginny turn and walk to the door.

"She was right about one thing," Ginny said over her shoulder. "We could help you if you let us."

There was a moment of silence before I heard the sound of a door closing.

I lay there for two hours before I finally stirred. Like Ginny had said, after half-an-hour I heard loud shouting coming from downstairs, but that stopped after ten minutes or so. I slowly rolled over and kicked off the blankets, sitting up and looking down at my bag. I got up and crouched down next to it, reaching in and digging to the very bottom. If Daisy knows me at all she knew what I would want packed. Sure enough, when I reached the bottom I finally felt the three pictures I wanted. I pulled them to the top of my bag but only removed one and held it in front of me, waving a hand to light a few more candles so I could see it better.

This one picture was of me, Emilee, and her parents, Damion and Marie. It was taken in sixth year, only months before Damion and Marie were killed. Me and Emilee were off to the right, while Damion and Marie were on the left. Emilee had jumped on my back for the picture, and she was smiling at the camera while the me in the photo was complaining at her over my shoulder although a smile played across my face as well. Every now and then she would look down at me and bite my ear or something else to get me to be quiet for a while. On the other side, Damion and Marie were faking a ballroom dance. I leaned the picture closer to me and looked at the man who was, in fact, my father. Now that I looked at him, I really could see a resemblance. It was little things, really. The shape of my nose and chin, and we had the same hands. That, and we seemed to have the same eyes…that gray color that seemed silver more often than not. The only thing different about us was the hair. He had black hair while mine was pale, like my mother. Emilee looked more like Marie than Damion, though. She had her mothers eyes, though no one could figure out where her pale hair came from, since Marie had red hair. I looked at the picture for a few more minutes before putting it on the bed and lifting up another one from the bag. This one was recent, only taken four or five months ago. It was just of me and Emilee, both of us leaning back against a fence with our arms and feet crossed. We weren't looking at the camera, since we had been talking to each other and didn't know the photo was being taken. Even the two of us in the photo were still talking, except we had moved so we were sitting on the fence. I moved this one onto the bed as well before picking the final photo up from the bag. This one was…my mother. It was taken many years ago when she was only twenty, before she had met Lucius and before I was even thought of. She looked…happy in this picture, which is why I always kept it with me. I had only seen her smile a handful of times throughout my life, always when it was only the two of us together. In this picture though, she was standing alone in a garden, a gentle smile playing across her lips. A light breeze caused the leaves behind her to move slowly along with it, and sent my mother's hair flying sideways along with them. She had her hand up near her face, constantly pushing her hair back away from her face. She laughed every now and then and tossed her head, shyly looking at the camera. Of course, I couldn't hear her laugh since photographs, no matter how magical, don't make sound, but I could hear it clearly in my head. Odd, yes, but slightly comforting to me. I placed this one on the bed along with the other two before standing and stretching slightly. I looked down at the three photos before picking them up and placing them gently under my pillow. I stood still for a moment before collapsing down upon the bed. I felt my eyes grow heavy, but I tried to fight off the sleep. I knew what would happen if I let Morpheus take me, and I didn't want to see Emilee like that again. It proved useless though. I hadn't had a decent nights sleep in a month, so I was tired. I fell asleep within the hour.

I woke up ten hours later, drenched in cold sweat. I was right about having the same dream about Emilee. I resisted heading towards the light for as long as I could, but after a while I knew I -had- to see her, so I walked up. Even after I saw her I tried just closing my eyes and not looking at her, but I couldn't even do that. So after blood had poured out of her mouth and I screamed, I woke up at midnight to the pitch blackness of the room I shared with Potter. I waved a hand and a single candle light up, the dim light casting wavering shadows across the room. I stood shakily and walked to the door, glancing back at Potter's sleeping form before opening the door and walking out into the hallway. I waved a hand to extinguish the candle before closing the door silently behind me and heading down for the kitchen. I definitely wasn't going back to sleep now, so I figured I might as well get something to eat now then wait until everyone else woke up so I wouldn't have to face them.

My efforts proved to all be in vain when I got down to the kitchen and found someone sitting on top of the table with a bowl of cold cereal in their hand. I could see tell who it was by the light of a single lighted candle on the center of the table.

"Good morning," Hermione said coolly, not lifting her eyes from the bowl held tightly in her hands. "What're you doing up?"

"Nightmare," I replied, taking a few steps forward and sitting down in the chair next to her legs. "What about you?"

"Insomnia," She said through bites.

"Lucky you," I muttered glumly, looking up at her through my shade of hair.

"Same nightmare?" She asked, glancing down at me.

I nodded slightly and slumped my body over my thighs, wrapping my arms around my knees and putting my head down to rest on my arms. I stayed like that for a moment until I felt a cold hand on the back of my neck. I jerked up and looked sideways at Hermione, who had her eyes focused on the back of my neck.

"Stay still," She muttered, setting the empty bowl down next to her and reaching forward again with both hands, turning my head slightly and lifting the hair that covered the back of my neck to reveal the tattoo of the two dragons.

"'D and E?'" She asked, removing her hand and resting her elbows on her knees. "I'm sure I know who 'D' is, but who's 'E?'"

"Remember that cousin I told you about?" I said slowly. "The one who I would have died for?"

"Yeah," Hermione replied softly. "Emilee?"

I nodded and dropped my head again.

"You wanna talk about it?" She asked coldly. "Or will I not understand it?"

"Sorry about that," I muttered. "Do not approach me when I'm mad or you'll get the brunt of my anger."

"Apology accepted," Hermione said, her voice a little less cold. "But seriously, do you want to talk about it?"

"What's there to talk about?" I said with a sharp laugh. "One of the few people to ever truly love me in my short, but very anguished life died three months ago and the last one died yesterday--"

I stopped when my voice broke. I could feel the tears welling up in my eyes but stopped them before they could fall. I had never cried in front of anyone but Mother and Emilee, and I sure as hell wasn't going to start now. Hermione gently slipped down to the seat her feet were resting on so she sat next to me. She cautiously put her arm around my shoulders and looked silently down at me. I bit my lower lip and clenched my fists, suppressing my emotions like I had been for my entire life. But, I had only been hiding my emotions for my entire life in preparation for the place of power I would hold as one of the Dark Lords followers. Thus, did I really need to use the talent now that I was certainly not going to be a Death Eater? It had been quite a useful talent over the years, although it had made me quite reclusive. But if I was going to come out of this comfortable little shell, did I really want to do it in front of this particular person? This girl that I had hated so thoroughly for eight years of my life. This girl that was now trying to consol me even after I had said possibly the harshly insult I probably could have thrown at her at this moment in time…

My emotions got the better of me however, and within seconds the tears were falling freely from my eyes. She was still for a moment before pulling me into a hug and letting me cry on her shoulder. I resisted for a moment before simply letting go as I had the night before. She was silent and let me cry, her head resting softly on me shoulder. I thanked her for this act. I thanked her more than she would ever know.

A/N: Wow, that took me a long time to write…But hey, there it is. Yet again, not in a very good mood. Tobers, I hope your Mom lets you off ultra-heavy-duty lockdown so you can catch up on your reading, because if you don't I will hurt you. Severely. With a spoon, if you remember my threat correctly. But anyway, please review and Chapter 6 will be out…soon? I have six projects due and a social life (finally…), so gimme a break. But yeah, review. And good day to you all.