Chapter 16:

Sterces Tower II

Zeta-

There is no way to put how I feel about everything. On one hand I would love to curse you to next Tuesday, and on the other I can't. I know that when I give this to you, I will be screaming, but I can't help it. What you did was so wrong, in so many ways. Harry used to sit in the Gryffindor Common room, alone, just staring into the fire. I would ask him what was wrong, and he would just tell me he was thinking about how much he loved you. He used to sing, walking down the stairs, making up random lyrics about the love of his life... you. I know this sounds completely childish, but it is the truth. It wasn't just a crush, it was true love. On his half anyway. I don't know why I am telling you all this, maybe to make you feel terrible, but I really don't think that's true. He always used to tell me how it was different with you than with Cho, or how you were his soulmate. He never stopped talking about the times he'd walk you to class, and he would make sure to put every detail into what was said, how you reacted, everything. He obsessed over what to say, continued to ask if he was doing everything right. Even when Ron told him about the night with you and Malfoy, the day he returned, (yes Ron knew about that, he was coming back from detention), he would not believe it. He would refuse. And even when you went with Draco into the forest, he was watching, and continued to say that you would come out, and nothing would have happened. He kept the hope in his heart you would stay true, and then you didn't. When they found you in the forest, he would not leave the dormitory until you were awake, and he could see you. He would cry in front of the fire over everything that had happened. He told me once, that he wasn't crying for himself, and what you had done, he was crying over you, praying, hoping, wishing every night you were alive, and holding on. He didn't care what you had done, as long as you were alive. And now, he still feels the same way, we all do. Even though we may act like we hate you, and even if Harry says it, he cannot, for in his heart he will always know you the way you used to be. Harry will remember you as the girl he loved, not the one who betrayed him. He loved you as much as a person could love, he wasted away all of his study time thinking of things to say, coming up with ways to impress you, and then it was over. He still loves you, no matter what happens.

I needed to tell you all this, even though I don't know what to say. This was the only way to put it. I hope you know everything now, and I hope it helps, before it's too late, for either of you.

Sincerely Yours,

Hermione Granger

Zeta stared at the letter, with nothing to say. Speechless, was the only way to describe her emotion. It was a whole blurry mess of what the letter had said, what it had meant, and everything it read. She had liked Harry yes, but she didn't think she'd feel this way. Zeta looked at the letter again, Hermione's voice resounded in her head, he loved you, he loved you, it kept repeating. But now, instead of feeling sorry for herself and fearing what people would think, she felt terrible for Harry. He had loved her, so much, and now that he was gone, she realized she loved him as well. Zeta turned the letter over, and saw a few words on the back.

P.S.- Here's a letter Harry was going to give to you. I didn't read it, but Ron told me it was something I had to give you. He found it in the dorm room in peices. Just say these words and it will appear. Good luck.

Adaux, y encant, buscami y ablami quiere.

Zeta looked at the words carefully, trying to make them out. She took a sharp breath in, and looked at the door, half expecting to see someone. She looked back at the letter, and read the words.

"Aduax..." She began, and could feel the sun shining in the window on her face. "Y encant, buscami y albami quiere." Zeta felt the letter in her hand suddenly begin to get warm, as she dropped it on the ground. She stared at it in disbelief, as the letters rearanged themsleves, spelling out a new, painful train of thoughts.

Zeta-

12/1 (A/N: five days before the forest)

I thought I'd start a little thing I would write to you all the time. Ever since that night in the tower there are so many things I've wanted to tell you. You mean the world to me. I love you sooooo much, and I know that we will last forever. I wish I could write forever but I can't, I have class. I'll write later.

Harry

Zeta-

12/3

I forgot to write yesterday, and I'm sorry-

Zeta dropped the letter, unable the read it anymore. Why was this happening, what was going on? She thought Harry hated her, and she didn't think it would ever develop to something like this.

The door to the room opened, and Zeta looked up startled by the interruption. Malfoy stood in the doorframe, leaning on it with a smirk.

"He'd like to see you..." He told her, still with that terrible evil grin.

"Tell him I'm not going." Zeta shot back coldly, wiping a tear from her eye, and stuffing the letter into her pocket.

"I can't," Malfoy told, walking into the room, arms crossed, "I already told him you were coming."

"Well tell him again.." Zeta stared at him coldly, hating him for all he put her through. "I'm...not...coming."

"You have to come Arwin, or I will be killed. Do you want that?" She could here the small worried tone in his voice.

"Yes." Zeta replied cooly.

"Arwin, come with me. If you don't come this whole mission will come tumbling down. I won't get-" Zeta cut him off.

"You are a liar!" She shouted, beginning to put the pieces together. "The test, the love you had for me. You never wanted me to stay with you, you just needed a new Death Eater, a terrible person, to show Voldermort you could do it." Zeta stood up, filled with rage, unable to contain her anger, "I'm not here for you, I'm here for him..." She looked him in the eyes, as she could see the joy in them.

"Pretty close Arwin. Actually you are a little off though, but theres still no way out." Draco smiled, walking towards her.

"Oh yes there is..." She told him with her own evil smile.

"Oh really? How? I would love for you to reveal your wonderful master plan." Draco said mockingly.

"Oh, thats nice." Zeta smiled still, hurting her jaw. "I won't."

"Well," Draco began, folding his arms, "You might want to start that master plan soon, for you've got to go."

"No."

"No?" He asked, "No? I'm sorry Arwin, but there is no way you can do that." Draco smiled.

"Why?" She asked icly, preparing herself for whatever he had planned.

"Because," He told her, pulling out his wand, and passing it from finger to finger, once again with that terrible over-powering presence, "I have the power."

"The power Draco? What can you do to me?"

"Oh, don't worry," He told her with a small chuckle, still looking at his wand, "Voldermort has told me I can do anything in my power to get you to come with me. Meaning I have the power."

"What could you do Draco, point your wand at me, and knock me unconcious?" She asked, folding her arms, "Oh, I'm scared now."

"Arwin," Draco cut in, "Have you ever heard of the Unforgivable curses?"

"Yes." She told him, trying to hold back her fear.

"There are three, as you should know." He told walking towards her, "And I know all of them." He laughed, a cold cruel laugh, as if he knew more than she did, "Well one I won't use, because I just find it doesn't work. But the other two, I have free range over."

"You wouldn't," She told him, staying calm and collected.

"I wouldn't? I wouldn't?" He laughed again, "Oh I would."

Zeta swallowed hard, knowing he wasn't lying. He was able to do anything he wanted to her, and he didn't care what it did. As long as it gave pain, a ton of pain.

"So now what?" She asked him coldly.

"Well." He began, "Come with me."