These past few weeks had flown past. Between classes and the bloody closet on the seventh floor he had hardly any time to think much less socialize.
There had to be a way to get it to open, how good was a two-way chest of drawers if the passage wasn't accessible? The Dark Lord wouldn't waste his time on broken things. There had to be something he just wasn't getting.
He rolled his head on his shoulders, stretching out the kink in his neck. He had been sitting on the floor for way longer than he had anticipated he would be. Pulling his legs underneath him, he rose and walked out the closet door without looking back, it would be there in the morning and from the one window in the room night had come much faster than he thought.
Quickly he made his way to the dungeons and up to the canopy bed calling his name, he would work on the cabinet in the morning. First, he would get some sleep, the answer would come to him in the morning.
His body ached, a cool sweat rolled down the back of his neck as he opened his eyes to a pitch-black room before him. He had never experienced such darkness before, why was he on the ground? What is this he thought panic engulfing him as he reached out along the ground in search of his wand. The panic rising in his chest increased as the stench of sweat and tears quickly over took him, he felt at his eyes in panic, he wasn't crying? His breathing came shorter and shorter.
Suddenly a blinding light over took the room bouncing off the white of the walls and the floor causing him to quickly bring his arm up and over his eyes as a snake like laughter broke the silence of the room like a cannon. "You failed her Draco… You have failed us all." The snake voice played in his ears, like a melody he couldn't tune out, repeating itself over again. Quickly he brought his arm down and squinted through the light. He felt all the blood drain from his face and his arms hung limply to his side as he looked at the sight before him. She had been battered and bruised, a skeleton in comparison to how he had seen her last. Her light hair was a wisp around her frame. But this is not what made his blood grow cold, for there in the center of the room she sat with one single cut across her throat, Narcissa, the scream she let out in her final moments still prominent on her face, the deepest burgundy he had ever seen laid puddled beneath her. "Your time has come and gone" The laugh rang through the room as he found his voice to scream.
"DRACO! Wake the hell up you oaf" He heard it softly in the background pulling him into consciousness he jumped out of bed and fell to the floor, his stomach released all contents to the floor in front of him. He could sense Theo back up slowly cursing his name. He didn't care, his fingers pressed into the hard wood beneath him as he tried to right himself, find some sense of reality. He needed to find him He would know.
He quickly fumbled to his feet and looked into the eyes of his friend. He could see the confusion and worry so clearly on his face but without a word he tore through the dungeons to Snape's office banging on the walls around the portrait until it finally swung forward.
"Draco, Wha…"
"He's killed her hasn't he! Because I haven't figured out that damned cabinet, a task that no one has been able to accomplish yet he's still gone and killed her." He could feel the panic trying to overcome him again. One look in the mirror over the professor's shoulder, he could see the veins in his neck and eyes sticking out, see the blood shot running through his eyes, he wouldn't have thought his appearance was humanly possible.
"Sit" The professor commanded summoning a chair behind him, reluctantly he sat and gathered himself as his professor stared down at him. "I told you goading would get you nowhere, yet you continued to talk up your talents without knowing what world you were entering. Did you think this would be a game boy?" Snape sneered at him. "Did you think this was going to be fun, there's a reason your father never looked for him. Yet you walked in with you head high into the ceremony taking whatever you can get." Snape poured a drink from a flask and handed it to Draco. He could only stare at it as it swirled in the glass. His breath was slowly coming back to normal.
"How did you get your information" Snape snapped forcing the drink to his lips, he allowed the cool water to slide down his throat and sooth him.
"I was dreaming, I'm almost positive I was dreaming, it was so real I could smell the blood…Please" Draco said not looking up
"I can't tell you anything. I'm not privy to this information, I can tell you she was alive before term, before you boarded the train." Snape said his tone quieter. "How close are you to finishing" Snape asked after a moment of silence. He was nowhere near finishing, he couldn't even lie to himself and say that he knew anymore how he was going to fix it. At this point everything he had thought would work either sent him flying back into the junk around him or burned him as he tried the handle. "Draco you must work harder. He will not stop at her, it will be everyone you have ever meet until he can get his hands on you and then you will find death a mercy" Snape said so matter of factly it snapped him out of his reserve. He rose and sat the glass down before walking through the door and out of the dungeon. He would stand in front of the cabinet all damned night if need be until he got it. He would not let him kill him too.
A.N: Thank you to all following along! Please let me know what you think.