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A/N: I hit my elbow on the edge of my chair, and this prickling heating sensation went numbly up my fingers, it hurt like a bitch and it burned so I put my hand on cold water, kinda helped but...man it hurt. Lil advice from experience, watch out for dull edges, they're not as innocent as they look X.X
Chapter Eleven: Trying Life
"It's not working," the male nurse murmured as he pretended to write notes, "They've decided to ignore it. Again."
"Damn! They're too stubborn!" came the voice of Agredartha in his head.
"What should we do now?"
"We'll have to be straightforward then, tell them everything."
"But what would they think. If we told them everything now they'll think we're crazy, especially since they're denying it now, they don't want to believe in these things-"
"Ok I got it! So we stay with the slow pace? Deverrick He's getting closer!"
"I know!" he snapped before relaxing, "I know, but Valer's here so at least Harry and Draco are protected."
"I forgot about her…but what do we do? We can't exactly hold off Lefryn like we used to!"
"Which is why we'll be having Ron and the others take off their disguises and stay in a far view from Harry and Draco."
"What?"
-
Morgan Anatak sat nervously in her seat, playing with the string to her purse almost to the point where it was in danger of ripping. She swallowed and licked her lips several times, not exactly sure of what she was about to say.
She had kept it a secret for so many years until now. Always hiding in her tiny apartment in muggle London, hoping that one day it would all be over and she could at last go outside to breathe the beautiful fresh air of freedom.
It finally happened and she was a nervous wreck. For several weeks now she still stayed in her apartment, afraid that the news wasn't true and that they were still after her. She had watched the news, read the Prophet, and kept her windows curtained.
It wasn't until yesterday that her paranoia started to lift slightly and the news of the deaths sank in. She was free…finally out of her cage!
And then the Prophet came up again saying that the Ministry was going to take all of the money seeing as the whole family was dead.
Were they bloody BLIND? She thought furiously when she found out; there was still one more living Malfoy!
So here she was, sitting in a chair outside the Minister's office, nervously waiting the moment to come when she would reveal everything that happened that night at Malfoy Manor.
-
"Morgan Anatak?" Arthur raised an eyebrow at his assistant.
Percy shrugged, "she said she used to work with the Malfoys years ago, she's waiting outside."
"Does she know who murdered them?"
"She didn't say; just that she knew why the real Malfoy's don't have the mark."
"All right then, bring her in."
"You'll actually believe her?"
"I've got veritaserum, just in case."
Sighing, Percy turned to the door. "Do you want me to stay for the…interrogation?"
"It's not an interrogation, just a bit of an interview, I suppose, and no, you can have a break for now," he tried not to laugh at the unpleasant look his son was giving him, "bring her in."
Shaking his head Percy walked out of the room muttering something around "I don't need a bloody break!"
Arthur laughed lightly and scribbled something on a document before the woman came in. Thing's certainly were different once he became Minister. But he wasn't sure if it was good or bad now that there were those attacks going around the world. He still couldn't believe this was happening to him.
A young woman poked her head inside, looking around with wide eyes before stepping inside and hesitantly walking over to the Minister.
"Please, sit," he offered the chair before the desk with a smile.
"Thank you sir," Morgan muttered, sitting down.
"I understand you've come to tell me…information on the Malfoys?" he sat forward.
"Y-yes," the brunette nodded, still playing with her old faded black purse, "I know about the imposters."
"How long have you known?"
"For years, I can't even remember the number…it happened when the youngest, Draco, was about five or six."
"Why are you telling me this now?" he frowned.
"You see, I was being threatened," she lowered her head in shame as she said it out loud. If only she was brave enough to tell them earlier, "by the deatheaters."
"Start from the beginning," he suggested, "how do you know the Malfoys? Besides by common standards that is."
"I-I was their cook," she stammered. Arthur looked at her bemused, the Malfoys had human servants? "I started working for them a few years before Draco was born. I know this sounds weird to you, seeing as you've known them ever since your years a-at Hogwarts but…well the Malfoy's were very much against Voldemort-" Arthur flinched, "-you could pretty much say, if you really knew them, that they were muggle lovers."
"And you were their cook," he said dully, not believing the woman.
"Yes," she said earnestly, "i-if you don't believe me then give me veritaserum, I-I swear I'm telling you the truth."
Arthur raised his eyebrows in bewilderment, was she really telling the truth? She looked so nervous and pale that he didn't have the heart to not believe her…but what if it was all a lie? Why would it be a lie?
"I do have some here," he pulled a drawer open and lifted the truth potion inside it. He laid it on the desk and carefully watched her expression. She was still nervous but not, it seemed, from the potion.
"The Malfoys were never deatheaters," she said, her fingers twisting around the strap on her purse, "they devoted their lives in helping the poor."
"Really?" he raised an eyebrow.
"Yes," she nodded quickly, "they've only been acting rotten because the Blacks were threatening to bring them over to Voldemort-"
"Please don't say his name," the Minister said after flinching again at the name.
"Lucius Malfoy always told me, it's better to just call the feared thing by it's name and not be afraid at all," she said firmly, "they weren't bad people, Minister," she seemed to be getting more confident now, "they wanted to help others even if they weren't going to get anything in return. The Blacks threatened them because they were supposed to be a feared family and the Blacks didn't want to be embarrassed to have muggle loving relatives."
"I'm a relative of theirs and I love muggles," the red haired man reasoned.
"Which is why they burned your entire family off their tapestry," Morgan replied instantly, Arthur looked at her with raised eyebrows, how much did this woman know? "The only reason that they didn't want to burn off the Malfoy name was because they were very rich, the only connection they needed was money."
"Ok so Lucius and Narcissa acted like big snobs for the rest of their lives."
"They didn't want to; they did it so that they could keep their money, why do you think they keep doing all these charities? It wasn't because it was to look innocent in front of everyone; it was because they wanted to do it, they needed the money so they could give it to the poor, they couldn't give as much as they wanted because then it would look suspicious on the Blacks."
"This is what you needed to tell me?" he didn't want to believe it…but some part within him wanted to, he wanted to believe that all the horrible things Lucius and Narcissa did to his family was all just a lie, that they didn't mean it.
"No," Morgan calmed down, entangling her fingers from her purse strap, "I came to tell you of the imposters."
"Go on then."
-
"This is really starting to get me pissed off," Ron complained, "do we stay in disguise or not? I mean wouldn't Harry and Malfoy freak out if they saw us? We told them we were going to that athlete school when we were at the train station!"
"You remember that?" Hermione laughed, "Nice memory you got there, now use it for studying." Ron merely mumbled grouchily, picking his eggs with his fork.
"They look so happy like this," Pansy said sadly, not paying attention to the conversation as she stared at the duo across the cafeteria, "even though I want Draco back, he seems better off in this life."
"We still need them," Ginny sighed, gulping down her orange juice, "they still have to kill that Lefryn guy."
"Do you have to put it that bluntly?"
"It's the truth," she shrugged.
Shaking her head, Pansy continued watching Draco and Harry.
-
Though they didn't dwell on it too much, the visit from Ebony was very strange. But she left before the two broke from their embrace.
Days were passing, and the visions were coming in less and less, life seemed to be getting back together again. It was a relief now that they convinced themselves that it was all just a phase…
…They never felt happier.
"No don't!" Calvin cried fearfully, shrinking on the ground as he looked up at Ivan with terrified eyes, "please!"
"You brought this on yourself!" Ivan roared, raising his sword, "YOU DESERVE DEATH!"
"No! No! I didn't want to do it!" the blond begged, grabbing the boys' shirt with shaky hands, "PLEASE!" he sobbed.
"There's no mercy for you," Ivan hissed, diving his sword into Calvin's side. The blond choked as if his wind pipe suddenly became clogged, letting go of Ivan's shirt and collapsing to the floor on his side, he looked up at the seething teen, coughing.
"I didn't…" he went still.
"Wonderful!" Ms. Silver said, walking over to the two boys as the class clapped, "Ivan that was much better than last time."
"I'm a born actor," the brunet said obnoxiously as Calvin stood up, holding the plastic sword.
"That was an interesting scene," the drama teacher said, looking intrigued, "how'd you think it up?"
"Calvin did," shrugged Ivan. The blond just blushed lightly in embarrassment.
"I had it in a dream," he half lied. Ms. Silver nodded and the two went back to their seats.
"Dream?" Brian raised an eyebrow, "you seem to have a lot of…dark dreams." Calvin only fixed him with a look that meant 'shut up.'
"Next, Brian and Jack."
The raven head groaned unhappily as he trudged up the stage with an equally glum Jack. They hated drama class!
The class fell silent when the two reached the middle of the stage. Brian cleared his throat while Jack busied himself with setting up the scene. "We'll be doing a scene on a guy with some anger management issues-" a few students laughed, "-after a relative of his dies, he throws his anger on a mentor of his…so…right…" he looked back at Jack who was sitting on a chair in front of a table full of props, trying to fall into character.
"Go on," Ms. Silver encouraged. Sighing in defeat, Brian stood in front of Jack.
"I know how you feel, David," Jack said in a forced calm voice, he looked like he was about burst with laughter, already a few nervous giggles were coming out.
"No you…" he couldn't help it; Brian broke into laughter at the look on Jack's face. He looked like he was trying to keep a straight face after eating a whole lemon. Jack joined in.
"Brian, Jack," Ms. Silver said warningly.
"Sorry," giggled Jack, stifling his laughter with a hand over his mouth.
"It's his fault, he made a face like he's about to poop," laughed Brian, pointing to the blue haired boy causing the class to laugh as well.
"All right, calm down everyone!" the performing arts teacher commanded before crossing her arms, "again."
With their shoulders shaking the two went back to their scene.
"I know how you feel, David," Jack repeated, trying harder to stay calm.
"No you don't," Brian in a loud and strong voice, surprising himself. For effect he turned away and crossed his arms grumpily, hoping that the mood wouldn't be interrupted by another laugh.
"There's no shame in what you're feeling," Jack continued in the same calm voice, though he sounded a little surprised and shaky from preventing his laughter, A+ here we come! "The fact that you can feel pain like this is your greatest strength."
Why did this sound familiar? Shaking the thought off, Brian continued. "My greatest, is it?" he said heatedly, "you haven't got a clue…you don't know…"
"What don't I know?"
The raven head faced him, glaring with rage. At the back of his head he felt like this wasn't all acting, it was real… 'No way,' he ignored it again. "I don't want to talk about how I feel, all right?"
"David, this pain is part of being a human-"
"Then I don't want to be human!" he roared, flinging his arm across the table and sending a few props to crash on the ground, thank god they were plastic, "I don't care anymore!" he slammed the table with a fist. A few students started to murmur in excitement, was he really that good?
"You do care."
"No I don't! You don't know how I feel!" he grabbed a meter stick and threw it across the stage, "how DARE you even think you know me!"
"Let me have my say," Jack said, totally in character, he seemed to be enjoying this scene as much as Brian, "please, David."
"Do you think I want-do you think I give a-I don't care what you've got to say!" he yelled.
"It was my fault," he said in an instant, "Jeffrey died because I made a mistake." Brian froze; a look of angry disbelief on his face.
"Er…scene!" he turned to Ms. Silver; she looked a bit astonished and bewildered.
"WHAT? THAT'S IT?" she exclaimed.
"Well we couldn't think of anything else," Jack said guiltily.
"Make it longer," she frowned, "but good work, very good, and try to relax next time, this isn't a comedy scene," she advised before calling up the next pair. Shrugging, Brian walked off the stage and sat next to Calvin who looked windblown.
"Do any of you guys believe that was acting?" Ron asked from the back of the class. Hermione and the others shook their heads.
"But he's still receiving fewer visions too," Ginny muttered, "if he bloody keeps this up I will march over to him and knock some sense into him!"
"She's right," Pansy agreed, "they're being too stubborn."
"That's how they are," sighed Hermione, sinking in her seat tiredly.
"Ew! Merlin!" Ron jumped on his seat, making a face. The girls, startled, glared at him, "did you see that? They almost kissed!"
Pansy quickly peered over at Harry and Draco before rolling her eyes. "They're whispering to each other!"
Ron looked back again and blushed. "Oh…"
-
"This is pathetic," Lefryn sneered, dropping a headless and legless body, "do they know I'm already here? Are they running away?" a smirk slowly crawled over his lips as if he just realized something.
A cold laugh escaped him. The people who were still alive trembled in fear, all hoping that he would leave soon. They've heard of the attacks but they never expected to get attacked as well, this man was like the devil!
Lefryn turned and the people quickly tried to hide, one little girl was unfortunate since her bad leg was holding her back. The killer lifted her by the collar of her shirt.
"No! No!" she cried, big tears pouring down her cheeks as she uselessly flung her arms around to free herself, "let me go ple-ease!" she sobbed loudly.
Wordlessly, Lefryn jabbed his hand through her chest, grabbing her rapidly beating heart and squishing it until all the blood was squeezed out. Wrenching it out, he watched sadistically as the girl twitched violently before going limp. He dropped her body, dumping the mangled heart next to her.
"Let's try Asia," he said playfully, licking his bloodstained hand, ignoring the muffled crying of the people hiding behind trees and destroyed houses.
"How could you?" sobbed a woman as the man took off again.
"He's going to Asia! We need to warn them!" someone shouted shakily. Instantly, people (with strong stomachs) ran from their town towards the half destroyed capital.
The woman wiped her eyes but more tears kept falling as she ran with the others, gasping for air from all the crying. She believed everyone should be given a second chance over death. But this man deserved none, he had to die.
-
"Headmistress?" Allen said, looking up at the elderly woman.
"Yes?" she stopped walking and faced him.
"Um…well…it's about those visions from before," he muttered, glancing behind him to check if they were being overheard. But it was still the middle of fifth period so the halls were empty.
"What about them mister Dimble?" she tensed slightly but the first year didn't notice.
"I just found out…well kind of came in a dream-or daydream, but I think I'm seeing it through someone else, an old man."
"Old…man?" she frowned, "I don't understand."
"I know, I don't get it either," he let out a laugh, "but I guess it's an old man because the visions were running through practically his whole life," he shrugged, "he's a bit of a lemon drop addict if you ask me, but-"
"When was the last time you had your last 'vision'?"
"Um…a few days ago, I guess, I think it was his last one because everything went black when he was at his office," he frowned, trying to remember every detail, "have you found out why I'm having these visions or are you just gonna keep it a secret?"
McGonagall faltered before hesitantly answering. "Allen…you're a very smart student…possibly as smart as a few seventh years but…" she cleared her throat, "I can't…reveal anything to you yet, another time."
Allen sighed and nodded a bit sadly. "All right…it's just…I can't shake the feeling that something's going to happen," he frowned again. McGonagall blinked, he was almost like Dumbledore when he had his face all serious like that, and Dumbledore usually went like that when trouble was coming.
"Like what?" she asked slowly.
"I dunno," he shrugged, "trouble? It doesn't feel like Christmas to me."
"What kind of trouble."
Allen stared at her curiously before answering. "Like death."
-
"Man all these attacks are starting to creep me out," Jack murmured as he read the newspaper, "They're getting closer to here too."
"Attacks?" Brian twisted around to look at the newspaper. Jack and Ivan looked at him with looks of shock.
"You haven't heard?" Ivan exclaimed, grabbing the classes' attention, "it's been everywhere! The newspapers, gossip, and all the news channels-"
"Ok, I'm sorry," Brian interrupted, his eyes scanning the front page. It showed a picture of a destroyed city, it was in such rubble that he could barely see any people anywhere, "the Devil Man Killer," he read the heading, "kinda corny…"
"Laurence!" barked Ms. Fandle, marching over and snatching the newspaper from his hands, "pay attention!"
The raven head glared at her as she walked away, "greasy bitch," he muttered, turning back to his assignment.
"This guy's a freak of nature though," he heard Ivan whisper, "destroying cities with supernatural powers! What did he do? Sell his soul to Satan?"
"Wiped out everything," Jack whispered back sadly, "how can he do that? Seriously? I mean…he's getting closer…what if he gets here too? Then everything will be gone."
"Mental freak," Ivan hissed, "and nobody's doing anything! What the bloody fuck are the police doing? Has the whole planet gone mad?"
"Quiet!" shouted the art teacher.
Brian frowned down at his still life painting. Something was missing…the shadows were there and the shapes of the fruit were fairly good…but it seemed to be missing something…he sneaked a peek at Calvin.
The blond was lazily dipping his brush in the purple water color, brushing it lightly over the grapes in his picture. So far the painting looked bright and real, full of life.
Brian took a closer look and noticed how calm and confident Calvin looked. Like painting a bowl of fruit was like drawing a simple stick figure, he made it look so easy.
He soon lost himself, watching as the pale boy gently and carefully painted each stroke with ease, all the while looking relaxed and content. The light from in front of him made him look like an angel…
Brian nearly choked, his cheeks flaming in embarrassment. He shouldn't be thinking about that now! But before he could turn away, Calvin faced him, a smile on his face.
"What?"
"Uh…nothing!" he laughed, "I just kinda spaced out, heh!" he straightened in his seat quickly and accidentally knocked his cup of water with his elbow, "shit!"
"LAURENCE!" Ms. Fandle roared, "DETENTION!"
-
Calvin sighed as he pressed his forehead against the computer screen; he had finally finished his language arts essay. Now he needed to go on to his History assignment.
Besides the continuous sound of keys on keyboards being tapped, the library was silent, just as it should be. It soothed the blond greatly after another day full of stressful work.
Sighing again, he pulled out his history textbook from his book bag.
"Granger-"
"Shh!"
"I need help damnit!"
"SHH! Do you want him to hear you?"
"It's just that I don't get this contraption! These bloody muggles and their inventions, don't they ever think of putting instructions on this or something?"
"Pansy!"
"Shh! Do you want him to hear you?"
"URGH!"
"Shh!" the librarian glared at the other side of the room. Calvin shook his head and printed out his essay, now off to the internet.
"Oh-my-god, this thing has porn?"
"Ronald!"
"I won't look…"
Who was talking over there? Calvin's eye twitched in annoyance; didn't these people know this was a freakin' library? He peered to the side of his computer and spotted a freckled red haired boy, frowning at someone next to him, looking through the other side of the computer; Calvin saw a bushy brunette glaring daggers at the boy.
They looked familiar…he tried to think back from the last time he saw them…
"Dear lord," Brian puffed, collapsing on the chair next to him, "that detention nearly broke my bones! Up and down, up and down!" he moaned, lying his head on the keyboard, "I never delivered so many boxes in my life!"
"I see detention was fun," smiled Calvin.
"Oh yes definitely," he sat up, a slight imprint of the keys on his face, "I especially liked the part where Fandle kept shouting me orders and how I was such a scrawny ass that would blow away against the smallest breeze," he said sarcastically.
"You're not scrawny."
"Pfft! I don't care! At least I'm not smelly," he pulled out his notebook while Calvin laughed, "can I copy your homework?"
"Ahaha-no," was the flat response.
"Please?" he pouted.
"No."
"Why not?"
"Because that would mean you're off on the easy side while I did all the work, genius."
"And your point is?"
"Really!"
"Aw come on, please," he pleaded, leaning closer, pouting even more, "I'll wash your socks." His hadn't noticed the giggle from the other side of the room.
"My socks are clean, and pressed for that matter so…no," he backed away.
"How about I make your bed?"
"No."
"Cook you dinner?"
"No."
"Buy you a present?"
"Uh-uh," he crossed his arms.
"Pay you?"
"Nope."
"Well then how about a strip tease?" he said desperately causing the blond to blush furiously.
"WHAT?"
"Mr. Laurence! Mr. Jacobs! If you are going to keep up with your shouting then could you please leave!" the librarian hissed, pointing to the door. Before Brian could argue, the embarrassed Calvin packed his bag and walked out.
"Hey wait!" the raven head shouted, snatching his notebook and bag, running after the blond.
"ERG!" Calvin put a hand to his forehead, eyes shut tight in pain.
"Draco!" shouted a man and a woman, grabbing the hem of his robes, they were covered in soot and sweat, their once extravagant robes were torn and stained in blood, "REMEMBER!"
"Calvin!" a hand grabbed his arm and he realized he was on his knees just outside the library. He looked up to see a worried Brian, "are you ok? You scared the shit out of me!"
"Huh?" he blinked. He tried to stand but his legs felt glued to the ground.
"Should I get you to the nurse?"
"No," he shook his throbbing head lightly, "it's ok, I just have a headache…"
Brian seemed to think otherwise but didn't say so, mostly because he was afraid about the truthful answer; instead he helped the blond up. "C'mon," he muttered, helping him walk down to the dormitories, "you've been working too hard."
"No, I'm fine," he lied shakily, trying to walk on his own. The result was that he almost lost his balance and practically slammed his friend against the wall, "sorry."
Brian laid his hands on the boys' hips to steady him from falling again. "You should see the nurse."
The blond didn't answer for a while. Every time something like this happened they were always in each others arms. He smiled weakly, remembering the kiss they shared in the nurses' office. Would they be able to do it again?
He'd never been in a relationship before. So what would someone do after they kissed their friend? What were they now?
"REMEMBER!"
Remember what? He frowned, bit his lip and shook his head. No, he won't remember anything, he was happy now wasn't he? Who would want to remember a horrible life when they were happy?
Besides, Brian was afraid to remember that life anyway, this life was much better…
"REMEMBER!"
"CALVIN!" Brian shouted, watching in fear as the blond shuddered and slumped forward heavily, unconscious.
-
A large and forbidding manor stood in the middle of nowhere. The trees surrounding the manor were tall and scattered, blooming rich fruits and deep green plants, the flowers bloomed straight through winter, charmed to be frozen in its beauty.
Following up the red brick path to the door of the manor, you find a door mat with the word Welcome in the middle. Then you'll open the door and step inside to find the entrance impossibly bigger than the manor seemed from the outside.
Hovering on the ceiling is a very large and delicately made chandelier that spread larger than the average room. There are two large sets of red carpeted stairs against either side of the room forming a kind of circle. The marble floor is decorated in lazy dark waves, making it seem like the floor is a kind of large abstract painting. Everything seems so richly decorated and peaceful that you feel at home.
Walking up the stairs you see a few portraits hanging on the walls, all with moving people who have a superior air to them. Ignoring them, you reach the second floor and on instinct, you go to the right, down a hall with mini chandeliers overhead and more moving paintings.
There's a door open and a lovely humming's coming out of it. Stepping inside the room you see a woman with blond wavy hair holding a little bundle that had to be a baby. She's humming softly to it, rocking it in smooth motions.
Upon first sight you immediately notice that she's weak. Her skin's an unhealthy pale, her face looks tired, and her hair is tied in bundles, as if she was too tired to fix it up to the way it was supposed to be.
Next to her an equally tired man smiled softly at the baby, his arm's wrapped around the woman's waist, as if helping her stay up.
When you step closer the parents fade away and reappear with their son again, only now he seems to be a toddler who's learning how to walk.
"Come on Draco," cooed the woman, kneeling down, beaming, "come to mommy."
"Come on," the man encouraged, on his knees behind his son in case he fell, "you can do it."
The child had his face set in mild concentration as he awkwardly put one foot before the other.
The scene fades again and an even older Draco, five now, is seen. He's playing with a toy broomstick, giggling as he pushed it down only to have it push back as it continued to hover.
"Do you remember those days?" said a soft voice behind you…
Calvin turned sharply and found himself face to face with a much healthier Narcissa and Lucius. "W-what?"
"My son," Narcissa said proudly, caressing his cheek softly, "please remember."
"Re-remember what?" he looked at them both feverishly.
"Everything," Lucius answered, "come back home, the answer's here."
"What are you talking about?" he tried to look confused but he couldn't help himself. Inside he felt he knew these people, that he spent some part of his life with them…
"You and Harry have a mission," Lucius spoke again, "we were called to come in this dream and tell you to remember."
"Everything's true," Narcissa said, smiling sadly, "all of the visions you've been getting really happened, you're Draco Malfoy. Just believe these memories."
"I don't want to be Brian's enemy," he whimpered, taking a step back. This was too much, why was it so vital for him to remember these things?
"You aren't. We can't stay long, our time's limited here…you're not Harry's enemy, you're his partner."
"Partner?" he said weakly.
"We can't tell you anymore. Just please, for us, please remember everything, don't run away from these problems."
"But…" his eyes began to water as they began to fade away, "I have questions!"
"We're sorry we weren't there for you when you really needed it…but you have Harry now…" they vanished. The manor began to melt away as well.
"WAIT!" he cried out.
-
The familiar clean scent of medicine hit Calvin's senses as he woke up groggily. Great he was at the nurses office again.
"My boy, you have issues," the male nurse said, plunging a thermometer in the unsuspecting blonds' mouth, "it's always the dramatics that gets to you teenagers."
"Mmm?" Calvin frowned in confusion.
"Oh good you're awake!" the blond turned and saw Brian sighing in relief, "I thought I'd die of a heart attack!" Calvin lowered his eyes guiltily, his eyes started watering up as the image of Narcissa and Lucius came up, "you are okay aren't you?"
The blond looked back at him and was about to nod until he remembered what his…parents said. Hesitantly, he shook his head.
At that moment, the male nurse pulled out the thermometer. "Well you're fine now," he muttered lightly, "that means you're outta here! Or you can stay and make-out with your boyfriend like last time tata!" he headed back to his office.
"That bloke's really weird," Brian made a face before standing up, "well since you're all better now, I guess we can go-" Calvin grabbed his arm, "wh-"
"I'm sorry," he stared at the floor, "I can't stop forgetting anymore," his grip tightened. He knew it was the right thing to remember…but what about the things Brian would remember? Was he better or worse off?
"What are you talking about?" Brian asked nervously. It was the exact same question as the one Calvin said in his dream.
"Something happened to us that made us forget," the pale boy said firmly, "now we have to go back."
"Back where? Let go of me," the raven head quivered, trying to pull away from the tight grip.
"To Malfoy Manor."
Oh my goodness! 21 pages! I'm so proud of myself!
And yet
This doesn't feel like my best chapter T.T it felt so forced out WAH! I needed to do it though because I wanted to show how the two TRY to have a normal life until the ending.
ANYWAY
THE PART THAT I WANTED UP FOR SO LONG IS ALMOST HERE! WOOT! But how will I start? O.o DAMN! Oh well…it'll have to be good…I've had it pictured in my head ever since I watched Galerians: Rion anyway (it's practically the whole reason why I even wrote this fic X.x, yes it was so much torture having all these chapters in between ulgh…) REVIEW PLEASE!