DISCLAIMER: I don't own Harry Potter, only my ideas. Nor do I own the lyrics, they are the Classic Crime and the song is The Coldest Heart.
XoXo
I woke up sprawled on the floor and the sound of rain covering me like thousands of teardrops. Tristan wasn't anywhere to be found and I was still in my clothes from the previous day. I pulled off my old clothes and pulled on others from my trunk. The shirt was a little hard to get on, considering how much my face had swelled overnight. I was just pulling my belt tighter and stepping into the bathroom to check the damage of my face when I heard yelling coming from downstairs. I stepped out of the bathroom, a quick grimace passing over my face when I saw the bruises and the puffiness of my face, and walked down the stairs. I paused just before reaching the bottom one, sat down, pulled my knees up to my chest and listened as hard as I could.
"What the hell do you think you're doing?!" I heard Tristan scream. "If you saw her face you would be crying your bloody eyes out!"
"I highly doubt that!" I heard Draco yell back. "She got exactly what she deserved!"
"And what was that? A slap and scars to match?!"
"Yes! She was stealing my mother's picture!"
"No, she wasn't! She was looking at it! Looking and stealing are two different things!"
"Are you challenging your guardian?"
"No! I'm guarding someone that thinks that they have jurisdiction over me! Which they don't! You're lucky I don't just walk out of this house and take her with me!"
"Oh yes, and then you shall be pulled over by police and then brought back to us!" I could hear the creak of floorboards as Draco stepped closer to Tristan. Then there was the crack of his hand against Tristan's skin. "And that was for trying to pretend like you belong in this family!"
"Draco! What are you doing?!" a female's voice screeched as the kitchen door slammed shut.
"Nothing, Astoria! Get out!" he spat angrily. I could hear the woman, Astoria, scuffling over to where Tristan was standing and then imagined her looking at Draco with disbelief. "Get out, I said!"
"No! What are you doing to this poor child?!" she asked worriedly. I could just imagine her stroking my brother's cheek with a motherly grace.
"Dad, Mum? What's going on?" I heard Scorpius ask with concern.
"Nothing. Your mother needs to go grocery shopping, son. Why don't you go with her?" Draco said smoothly, covering up what had just happened. I could just imagine Scorpius nodding up and down with vigor. "Go, Astoria, you know we need something for dinner." I could imagine his wife walking out the door, her head hanging and knowing that she should stop her husband, but not knowing how to.
"Wait!" I called, finally finding my voice. "Don't go!" I stepped out of the stairway and showed my face to Draco, his wife and his son. I heard Astoria's sharp intake of air when she saw my face and then Scorpius look from me to his father. "Don't leave us here with him!" Astoria shook her head and glared at her husband.
"What do you think you're doing?!" she screeched at him, taking a few steps forward. "These are poor innocent children and you're hurting them!"
"They are not innocent!" he protested, trying to get away from his wife. "Do you know what they're mother did to real innocent people?!"
"What does their mother have to do with anything?! The last time I checked, neither of them was Bellatrix. Even though she does look like her! Parents have nothing to do with anything, Draco. I thought you would have learned that by now!" Astoria turned away from her husband, gripping her sons hand and walked out the door. It looked like she didn't heed what I had said.
I looked at Draco, fright scaring its way into my mind. He stomped up to me and raised his hand. I cowered, getting ready for a loud crack and then my head snapping back. But then a shadow covered me. I opened my eyes and saw Tristan's back and heard his chest taking the punches. He was groaning and I felt remorse for letting him take the heat, but didn't say a word. Draco then turned away and walked up the stairs. Tristan turned to me, gripped my hand and pulled me outside into the pouring rain.
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Tristan sat me down beneath a tree and looked me straight in the eyes. "How's that for keeping a promise?" he smiled at me, tears gathering in his eyes.
"Tristan. I can handle it," I whispered, hugging him around the neck. He laughed, which quickly turned into a sob. I looked at him again and could see the red hands where Draco had slapped him. "I'm so sorry." He just looked at me with his sad, green eyes with tears and rain mixed traveling down his cheeks and a frown plastered onto his lips. "So sorry about everything. It's my fault that this happened."
"W-what are you t-talking about?" he choked, staring at me with disbelief. "N-nothing is y-your f-fault!" I looked down at the ground and started to rub a scuff out of my shoes. "L-look at m-me." I shook my head and started rubbing at my shoe harder. He put a finger underneath my chin and forced my head up. "This isn't your fault. It would have happened sooner or later."
"Whatever," I sulked, standing up and walking away. I couldn't hear his footsteps behind me, so I turned around. He was still sitting underneath the tree and looking upset. I flipped my sopping hair away from my face and walked back to the house.
I went around back and saw something that excited me, a way to get into and out of my room without having to alert the Malfoy's to my presence. There was a siding of thick ivy with plenty of footholds in the stones. I put one hand on the ivy and started to lift myself up. The stones were slippery and I felt my stomach drop every time I almost fell. I always caught myself though, except for once. I fell down off of the wall, about ten feet up, almost three feet away from my room and landed on my arm, a huge crack coming from both my arm and my leg. I could feel something hot and wet on my head and searing pain through my body. And that was it, suddenly everything was pitch black and there was nothing.
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I woke up in a white room to someone singing softly.
"A couple of years and I'm a silhouette. My halo is broken now and I'm all that's left. I hate to disappoint but it's the way things went. I was blind to the things I did, and deaf to what was said. Tie up these loose ends, these voices are calling me out. I've got the solution; you can feed me to something that is leaving this doubt. Whoa, I'm losing hope. There's a hole in my heart that's been cut out of stone. Whoa, cold comes, cold goes. Could you fill this hole, because I can't do it alone? A couple of tears and I'm a broken mess. The sadness has taken me far too deep in regret. So sing me a song about something good. My hearts on the threshing floor and I've done everything I could. I used to believe in, some kind of feeling that could change everything I thought I knew. But that door is closed and my heart feels like it's frozen. If you hear me, I can feel you. Whoa, I'm losing hope. There's a hole in my heart that's been cut out of stone. Whoa, cold comes, cold goes. Could you fill this, because I can't do it alone? The coldest heart can be brought to life when it's thrown into the fire of goodbyes. I've got the coldest heart, because I can't do it alone."
I opened my eyes and there was Tristan, his hand clasped with mine and tears slipping down his face. I smiled at him and he smiled back, the corners of his eyes crinkling. "What happened?" I asked my voice crackling with under-use.
"You fell off of the ivy on the side of the roof. Narcissa was actually really upset that you were hurt," he explained, surprise lifting his eyebrows on his forehead. "Of course, Draco came in and smoothed everything over."
"What did he say?" I asked, my eyes widening with wonder. He laughed and sat back, preparing himself for a long story.
"Well, first the doctors asked what happened to your face; he said that when you fell, you must have impacted your head as well. Then they asked what you were doing outside on such a rainy day, he said that you loved to be outside and not even the rain could keep you inside. So, like I said, he smoothed it over perfectly," Tristan spat, anger clouding over his face.
"Oh," I replied my eyes downcast and my head in my hands. My face wasn't as swollen anymore and it didn't hurt to the touch. "So, what's the damage?"
"Your leg and your arm are broken and they're keeping you here over night just in case something happened to your head." Tristan turned around and glared at Draco, just as I looked up and stared into the mirror across from me. My face was yellowish and still swollen a little bit. It was ugly and I almost cried from it. Tristan sat on the bed and wrapped his arms around me, shielding me from tears and also Draco.
"Get off of her. We need to talk," he said coolly and evenly.
"No. I'm not getting off of her!" Tristan protested, tightening his arms. It hurt, but it was a good kind of pain. My big brother was protecting me from harm.
"Tristan Marcus Riddle. Get off of that bed and into the hallway right now!" Tristan stepped off of the bed, but only to step up to Draco and stare defiantly at him.
"Tristan," I said calmly, sitting up. I gave him a meaningful look and he nodded, understanding what it was for. He pushed past Draco, shoving him into the wall as he left and walked into the hallway. "What do you want?" I spat at Draco, narrowing my eyes.
"Just wanted to talk. Nothing else, really," he said calmly, not moving from where he stood. "So. How do you like it here so far?"
"Cut the rubbish!" I yelled, attempting to stand up, but remembering that my leg was broken. "Since when have you cared about what's going on?! All you can do is scream and slap us!"
"Now, I hardly think that's fair. You've only known me for a day," he replied calmly, still standing where he had been for the past five minutes.
"One day is long enough!"
