She couldn't escape. Brie thought as she threw another taunting letter from her father into the fireplace, her eyes watching the letter curl up around the edges and turn to ash. She licked her lips and stood up, leaving the common room before running into Hermione, Ron, and Harry Potter.
Brie couldn't help but let a growl of frustration leave her lips, "Yes?" She asked, as the trio blocked her way.
"Well if it isn't our new mystery." Ron mused, nudging Harry, "What do you reckon she's hiding? Criminal record?"
"Ha ha." Brie frowned, "Very funny, now if you can please just move." She tried to shove her way past them but he held her back.
"No way, what were you burning?" Ron asked, "Ex boyfriend stalking you?"
If only it was that easy.
Brie thought, "No, and if he was - it'd be none of your business." She snapped, pushing past them finally. When she was going up the staircase she shot a glance behind her.
They will turn out to be a problem. She angrily thought to herself as she quickly doubled back and went back down the staircase and slipped out through the portrait hole.
"Well, if it isn't my favorite Brie." He drawled as she approached him.
"So you got my Owl." She remarked with a frown.
"Yes, quite the flyer. A black Owl? Why does that not surprise me?" Draco Malfoy said casually, leaning against the wall, his hands in his pockets.
"Tell me about Harry Potter." Brie demanded, "I didn't come here to play games."
"But I love games." Draco smirked, "Why do you want to know about, Potter, anyways?" Draco frowned.
"He's becoming.. quite the problem." Brie bit her lip.
Draco walked over to her and placed his hands on her shoulders, "So he's trying to weasel it out of you, just keep your mouth shut, and you'll be fine." He patted her on the head.
She smacked his hand away, "He's not just weaseling, okay? He's like, studying up on me and everything.. he saw me burning letters."
Draco frowned once more, "Well you can't tell him, that's completely out of the ruddy picture. And considering you don't know him. If he can't weasel it out of you, he'll weasel it out of Longbottom."
Brie froze, forgetting about Neville, "Oh shit. Shit shit shit." She raked her hands through her hair, "What do I do?"
"A memory charm should do the trick." Draco shrugged.
Brie glanced at him, "A memory charm? Did you really just suggest that.. the only person that.. helps me get through this all..to erase his memory? Then I'll have no one. I'll be alone again."
Draco sighed, "Come on now, you have me. Apparently you keep forgetting that, too busy worrying about Longbottom obviously. But if you don't want him to find out, I recommend a memory charm. You could do it when you go on that little date at Hogsmeade."
Brie looked down at her feet, "How'd you even know about that?"
"It's not everyday Longbottom gets a date. Rumors fly fast." Draco leaned back against the wall.
It was the Hogsmeade trip, and Brie was sweating as her and Neville Longbottom walked into the village. She tried to ignore the faces that passed her, but everything felt like it was moving too fast. So many familiar faces, yet she couldn't identify them. They all went to Hogwarts with her, but her mind was off in a mad world.
She dragged Neville over to a dark corner.
"Hey, what's up?" Neville asked, obviously noting the distress that was all over her eyes.
Brie glanced down, reaching into her boot to take out her wand, yet he didn't notice, tears sprang to her eyes.
"Hey..don't cry." Neville said quietly, brushing a finger against her cheek, "If it's too hard for you to be here.. we can leave."
Damn it! Stop being so sweet! Brie shouted at Neville silently in her head.
"I'm sorry." She rasped, as she held up her wand, "Obliviate." She barely breathed out the words before Neville's eyes glazed over and his mouth went slack. She had to struggle to catch him as the memories of her raced out of him. Brie knew she was doing the spell wrong, erasing too much.
Erasing herself.
Why hadn't she practiced the spell?
"Neville!" She cried, trying to get the spell to stop, and when it did, he fell into her arms and toppled her over.
"No...no!" Brie held back the urge to sob. It felt like losing her mother all over again.
Neville's eyes opened to meet hers, "Hello." He said quietly.
"Neville?" She rasped.
"Who are you?" Neville asked, pushing her away from him and standing up abruptly, "Where am I?"
Brie glanced away from him, "Uh, you're at Hogsmeade, I found you here..passed out."
Brie laid in her bed that night, she just laid there, staring up at the ceiling as silent tears fell down her face. Brie stifled a sob in her pillow before deciding she couldn't sleep and slinking down to the common room.
She sat in front of the fire, watching it burn away the logs, she curled up in a blanket on the couch. Curling her legs up to her chest. She felt small.
It was times like these, she wished she could disappear.
It was another training session with Bellatrix Lestrange, who eyed their new victim with interest.
"Brie! You're finally here." Bellatrix smirked when Brie came out to the backyard.
"Yeah." Brie said nervously.
"Help me! Oh god please! Help me!" The victim cried, thrashing against the restraints.
Brie eyed the woman, "Bellatrix, what's going on?"
"Well today, hon, you're going to make your first kill!" She exclaimed with a girly shriek.
"Please!" The woman cried once more, fat tears running down her face.
"You already know the magical words, dear." Bellatrix said, gesturing with her hand to the woman, "Just grab out that pretty little wand of yours and show whose boss!"
Brie nervously pulled her wand out of her boot and pointed it at the woman.
"Please..Brie!" The woman's face was now her mother's face.
"Mum!" Brie cried, trying to run to her, only to find her feet were rooted to place.
Bellatrix put her arm around Brie's shoulders, "You can do it. You can do it." She breathed in her ear, "Just say it."
Now there were fat tears running down her face, "Avada Kedavra!" Brie shouted, but when the words escaped her lips, Brie broke down. She broke, she fell just as her mother's limp body fell from the restraints and onto the ground, her blank eyes staring into hers.
The message evidently clear.
You can't escape your fate.
Brie woke up sweating, she glanced around her to see she was laying on the couch in the Gryffindor Common room. She threw the blanket off of her and padded back up to the girls dormitory.
"There you are." Hermione Granger said, "Was wondering where you were."
"Couldn't sleep last night so I went to sleep on the couch." Brie shrugged it off, trying to keep the shaking out of her voice as she opened her trunk.
"Yeah. I heard you screaming in your sleep this morning." Hermione said softly.
Brie glanced away from her.
"What was your nightmare about?" Hermione asked.
"Can't remember." Brie lied quickly, "Anyways, I need to go." She said, quickly changing out of her pajamas and into her Gryffindor attire. Which consisted of a white top where the shoulders looked poofy and a Gryffindor scarf and skirt. She wore converse shoes that laced up to the top of her knees, a Gryffindor scarf wrapped tightly around her neck.
She quickly walked out of the Gryffindor commons and went to the great hall, her eyes tracing the Slytherin table before she crashed into one of the Weasleys.
"Well, if it isn't our little memory charm witch!" One of the twins exclaimed.
"We know what you did to Longbottom." The other twin said.
"And we'd like you know we are outraged!" He turned red.
"Positively outraged, isn't that right Fred?" George asked Fred.
"Absolutely! Brilliant!" Fred exclaimed, gathering Brie into a tight hug, "Longbottom could never keep secrets for that long anyways."
Brie glanced away, "You guys aren't mad?"
"Why would we be mad?" George asked.
"Been there." Fred shrugged.
George chimed in, "Done that."
"You're quite a screamer, we could hear you from the boys dormitory." Fred said, "Something bugging you, peach?"
"Don't call me peach." Brie said, staring over at the Slytherin table.
"Looking for someone, I reckon?" George asked.
"Yeah, Draco." Brie said with a frown evident on her face, "Seen him?"
"Yep, go down the corridor towards the Potions room and you'll find him snogging Pansy." Fred shrugged.
As Fred said, Brie went down the corridor that led toward Potions until she noticed the two practically ripping each others faces off.
"Draco." Brie called impatiently for at least the 5th time.
Pansy and Draco finally broke away from each other, Pansy shot her a furious look.
"Yes?" Draco asked with messed up hair.
"We need to talk." Brie said, then paused, "And you need to fix your hair, by the way." She added, which earned her a grin from Draco and a glare from Pansy.
"We'll talk later." Draco said, turning to Pansy and she quickly walked away.
"So now that your done snogging Pansy." Brie said with a roll of the eyes.
"Jealous?" He asked, entertained.
"No." Brie snapped, perhaps a little too quickly, "Furious actually, at you. That memory charm you gave me, it erased Neville's entire memory of me! Did you purposely do this?"
Draco shrugged and leaned against the wall, "So what if I did?"
"You slimy, foul, evil, bitch!" Brie snapped, walking over to him quickly, "How could you? The one person that made me happy after Mum dies..and you take him away from me!"
Draco raised his hands up in defense, "But I didn't! I said what if. Okay? So calm down!"
"Help me reverse it! You got me into this mess you have to help me get out of it!" Brie snapped, "I've already lost everyone I love, you can't make me lose him too!"
"You love Longbottom?" Draco asked with a snort.
"No!" Brie denied quickly, her face turning red, "He's my friend, he's like a brother to me."
"You don't usually go out on dates with your brothers do you?" Draco asked.
"N-No.." Brie turned redder, "Anyways! Help me fix it!" Her voice almost a whine.
"Good thing you don't love Longbottom." Draco muttered slowly, before tilting his head towards hers, "Or else I wouldn't be able to do this." He said, grabbing the back of her head and pulling her to him. Their lips connected and a sensation of heat passed through them.
After all this time, Brie had forgotten what the thrill of being kissed felt like.
His lips moved in sync with hers as they viciously attacked each other. As if they were each running out of air.
He put his hand in the middle of her back and pulled her closer, she wrapped her arms around his neck.
She knew this was wrong.
But she didn't feel like being right.
Just this once.