Disclaimer: I sometimes feel silly for putting one of these before every chapter…not my characters.
Draco kept going up. He could barely see what was in front of his face, because he was too busy inside his own mind. He was practically running now, his feet carrying him to the place he needed to go.
Draco climbed up another flight of spiral stairs, pushed open a door, and was out in the night air. He was breathing heavily, trying to make sense of the images flashing before his eyes. He fell to his knees, breathing heavily, and put his head in his hands. Memories were coming back so fast now.
He did hate Harry.
He could remember it now. Remember hexes and curses, insults and fights.
He remembered this tower, the astronomy tower. The Dark Mark overhead.
Dumbledore.
"Dumbledore." His voice was raspy and harsh from lack of use. It was the first word he has spoken in a long time.
Dumbledore was dead because of him. He remembered his thoughts from when he was in his father's dungeon, thoughts about how Dumbledore was respected, how people loved him and followed him because he cared for them. Voldemort ruled through fear. Dumbledore could have saved the world, and Draco had killed him. It didn't matter that he hadn't held the wand; guilt was coursing through his veins.
Tears began to fall, making tracks along his skin. They turned to shaking sobs. He didn't want to remember anymore, things were better when he didn't know.
He didn't want to hate Harry.
But the feelings were remembered. He didn't want to hate, or be a killer.
He tried to calm himself down. He slowly got to his feet, gasping with the effort of stopping his tears. His feet had fallen asleep. He began to stamp his feet against the ground in an attempt to get the blood flowing. He had stopped crying, and was now ashamed of his tears. He started mumbling beneath his breath, slowly getting louder as he got used to using his voice again.
He still felt so incredibly guilty. He was the one who found the broken vanishing cabinet. He was the one who fixed it so Death Eaters could get in. He was the one who was responsible for death of the most respected man in the wizarding world.
He voiced his guilt aloud.
He walked to the edge of the astronomy tower, his eyes sweeping the grounds of Hogwarts. He was still slightly stamping his feet, and the pins and needles feeling was fading. He slowly stopped his movements and his musing and therefore heard the heavy breathing of someone who was just behind him. He heard too late, however. The next instant a sweaty palm clamped over his mouth and an arm encircled his torso.
"Drakey. You got your voice back. How nice. Now I get to hear you scream."
A/N: I'm so sorry…I just wanted to get something out before spring break! Don't hate me please!
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