[Draco]

Draco opened his eyes to the brightness of the sun streaming down through the auburn leaves outside his window. He sat up trying desperatly to remember the dream he had but like it had been for the past few days, he could only remember blue...

He propped himself up on the pillows and looked down at his pale body. It looked so bright against the dark bed sheets. 'Maybe I should consider getting a tan...' He thought. The image flashed in his mind and Draco burst out laughing. "Imagine that, orange skin and white hair," Saying it out loud made it seem even more funny. Draco stretched his arms out in front of him and two things caught his eye on either arm. The red slit on the right forearm looked sickly and still stung slightly. His mind wandered back to the first night at the castle. He remembered being so angry, Draco took his fustration out on the surroundings instead of bottling it up like he always did, and she helped him. She didn't ask, she just did. Draco smiled remembering how soft and kind her voice was. His eyes were then drawn across the mark on the other arm. He scowled as it seemed to pulse with his own heartbeat. Like the scar, it was slighlty swollen and as he ran a finger over it, he felt it burn. Draco sighed letting his hand drop to the bed and looked around the familiar room. This was where Voldemort was waiting for him when he was summoned, sitting on the chair Narcissa used to sit in and read to Draco.

Draco stopped himself from thinking before he did something stupid. He slowly got out of bed, easing his muscles to wake up and stretched. He stood there on the cold wooden floor in just boxers wondering what to do. Lucius and Voldemort had left the house for the day so all of the Death Eaters were either with them or taking care of other buisness elsewhere so the house was lonely. Scratching the back of his neck, Draco opened the door and made his way across the hall to the second kitchen. This was mainly Draco's as no one else used it. The tiles were ice cold so he made a quick sandwich and a glass of water before stalking back off to his room, the sandwich finished before he made it to the door. Closing it behind him, Draco went across to the glass sliding door that lead out to the small balcony. He leaned on the chilly, hard metal looking out over the vast grounds.

He had been away from Hogwarts for a night and was already was caught up in something way over his head. Draco pleaded for Voldemort not to involve him and just let him go back to school but Draco just got cursed. Like always. That's all Voldemrt does. Strike and mock, never bothering to explain his actions. Draco faced away from the world and leaned back on the rail looking in to the dark room. He saw the door open and a slender figure entered.

"Morning son, I thought you might like to take a stroll over the grounds with me," Her soft voice echoed through his ears. She slowly faded the closer she got only to reappear on the small arm chair opposite the bed with a small child on her lap. They both looked so happy as if they had not a care in the world. She was reading the small child a story from an old looking book. The boy's laughter rang out joyfully as he stared up at the woman, pure devotion and adoration filled his eyes, a strand of her long, soft platinum hair wound around a few of his small fingers. She closed the book slowly as they too began to fade. Draco turned his head to the right and she was standing there, her eyes shining in the sun, looking out over her home.

"I know you will be an excellent student, I have high hopes for you but, a selfish part of me wants you to stay here, I'm going to miss you so much..."The tears fell down her cheeks as a young teenage boy wrapped his arms around her and they too faded in to the calm breeze.

Draco choked back tears and slid down the rails, the metal scraping against his bare back. The glass slipped out of his hand and clinked on the stone without breaking and rolled slowly across the floor, the water spilling out like a small river going straight towards him. He heard the glass fall between the metal bars and land in the bushes below. The cold water made Draco shiver and pull him back to his senses slightly. He stood up and walked back in to the room, closing the door behind him.

A few hours later...
Draco was sitting on one of the chairs in the cold library reading a book when a pop came from outside the door and his father walked in, his pale face reddened by the wind. He handed Draco a cloak, "Come with me," His voice hoarse.

Draco swung his legs over the arm of the chair and draped the cloak over his shoulders, taking Lucius' arm as he transported them through the night. The air flooded to Draco's lungs but he was instantly choked by the ash that surrounded him. He looked up as he put a hand over his mouth, tears came to his eyes from the sultry heat that came from an ablazed house across the green. Draco saw a silhouette of a tall man standing in front of the house, he was here. After a few moments he turned around from the house, Draco saw the whites of his eyes reflect the fire as he turned. Draco shuddered as he came towards them.

"If you doubt me Draco, your fate will be much worse than these people," He hissed at me. People? They were in there? Draco's questions were answered when he heard the loud screams of a woman inside the fire. Draco fell to my knees in shock.

"You killed them just to prove a point to me?" He spat.

Voldemort pretended to look shocked. "How heartless do you think I am?" Draco saw a smile spread across his face. "As much as I would like to say yes, they has a purpose to die," A purpose? His eyes widened at Voldemort's words and Draco shot up to his level coming right in his face.

"You mean they're her family? You had no right or need to kill them!" Draco yelled, anger swelling up inside of him. "You had no right to kill her" You don't decide who deserves to live Voldemort!" There was a flash of light and pain seared through his body as Voldemort hexed him. Draco focused on his mother, on her smile and some strength was given to him. He knelt on the damp grass, his hands in tight fists letting the pain overwhelm him.

Voldemort knelt down to Draco's level, taking his face in his hand forcing Draco to look at him, releasing the curse. "In a world where I play God, I decide whatever I like," His whisper like ice. He stood slowly, towering over Draco like a monster, his eyes glowing at him. Draco felt rain begin to fall on his face, he blinked protecting his eyes and Voldemort was gone.

Lucuis helped Draco stand. "That was a mistake..." He muttered. Draco pulled away from him.

"No. The mistake was you letting his murder her." He said without raising his voice higher than a mutter. Lucius dropped his eyes to the ground. "I want to go back to school." Draco stated, his father nodded slightly and snapped his fingers.

[Hermione]

My insides went numb and the Headmast placed his warm hand on my shouler. I refused to believe what he just told me.

"You're lying!" I yelled. I stood up, pushing the chair back and ran from his office. The tears fell down my cheeks flying in to my hair as I ran as fast as I could away from the truth to my dorm.

When a message came to me durning dinner that Dumbledore wanted to speak to me, I thought it would just be about what happened in potions. But when I walked in, Professor McGonagall was sitting on the window seat looking incredibly sad. But not her own sadness, she looked incredibly sad for me.

When I left Harry at the dinner table, his concerend face forced me to utter the words, 'Don't worry, everything will be okay'. It's funny how those words can be destroyed by one name: Voldemort.

"We suspect Voldemort was the cause of the fire. Unfortunatly, the Ministry couldn't get there quick enough for them to be saved. That's how they know it was a magically enforced fire, it burned faster and still has not yet been put out," Dumbledore's voice was stuck inside my head and I could still feel McGonagall's warm arm aorund my shoulder. But he was lying to me, they can't be gone!

I slowed down as I reached the portrait that concealed my dorm. I wiped my still flowing eyes on my sleeve and muttered the password. The portrait swung open slowly. I kept my eyes on the carpet as I walked in and closed the door behind me. I leaned my fore head on the cold wooden door for a few minutes breathing deeply, trying to keep my breath from the silent cries.

No, this couldn't happen. Not now. Ron had gone,I wouldn't burden Harry and the hole in my chest that seemed to throb everything I thought of Draco didn't help. Now the hole had expanded forcing my already scarred heart to once again break. The only people that had managed to heal me once were now gone. Now my heart would never heal.

I turned slowly around, leaning on the door still and my bent head against it gently. I opened my eyes which revealed the red carpet. I moved them up slowly to see a pair of shoes, soaking trousers, black sweater and a cloak. The body inside had pale skin and platinum hair. He looked cold, dripping on the floor from the rain but his grey eyes seemd the warmest thing in the room.

My eyes blurred ober as the sadness spilled from every cell in my body. I couldn't keept it in. I cried out loud, running towards him, embracing his wet body tight in to my arms. His strong arms held me close as I cried harder than I had ever before. My knees gave way and he fell to the floor with me, making sure I didn't fall too hard. He pulled me on to his lap, holding me tight, whispering comforting words in to my ear.

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