Was She the Lie?/ Smutty and slow-burn with multiple characters in harry potter

Part 48

Natural light beams through the clear glass in all directions. The contrasting plants soaking up the sunlight while the fairies continue to sprinkle water over their parched leaves. My nose confused by the fresh and citrusy scents. Anne playing and laughing with the fairies as they work. Nora blissfully watching her daughter how all mothers should. Me crashing from the high I was just experiencing with the meeting of my mother.

    Yet in all this delicacy I still couldn't shake the ache in my chest. Tightness, preventing me from breathing in a full breath. For now, it was ignorable but now and then the pain would sharpen at the right moment causing me to think back to what had happened this previous morning. Time ticking as I stand here in front of these strangers. Kind strangers but strangers, whose lives were making me look down on my own. Who I'd hope wouldn't be strangers for much longer but who knows when someone like me is involved in the mix.

Nora uncrosses her arms and brushes her hands together. She then places them on her hips while turning towards me and lets out a huff. Her long braids flowing from her shoulders down to her back as she turns.

    The more I looked at her the more perfect she seemed. Not a blemish in sight. Pearly white teeth. The heavenly strong scent of oranges following her. Beautifully full lips. Long black hair framing her perfectness.

    "Do you want to help plant some flower seeds?" Nora asks with motherly concern glistening in her eyes.

    Her head tilting forward the tiniest bit at the anticipation of me saying yes.

    My attention is pulled from the fairies.

    "I'd love to. What type of flower?" I reply, faking a realistic happy tone.

    The heel of her boots clicks against the rough stone as she turns away from me and slowly starts in the opposite direction. Her head evenly glancing from one side to the other as she looks over the flowers.

    "Protea cynaroides," she replies.

    I watch Anne as she twirls in circles, longing for that kind of peace, and then I turn towards Nora.

    "Protea whats?" I ask with true confusion.

    Nora laughs at my response with her sweetness shining through each chuckle.

    "Protea cynaroides. They're this beautiful flower that used to grow in my grandparent's backyard in South Africa," she explains.

    I loosely follow behind her while mimicking the way she looks over the flowers. Their rareness and beauty becoming more apparent to me the more I look at them. And then, I see the rows of roses. Identical to the ones on the nightstand in my temporary room. Identical to the ones Draco once gave me.

    Everything was starting to remind me of him. Anne's deep cerulean eyes that were indistinguishable from Dracos. The bowl of green apples in Avalon's kitchen in which would have one less apple if Draco were here. The cold air that wouldn't be so harsh if Draco was stood by my side.

    "South Africa? That's so cool," I reply while at least trying to sound as interested as possible.

    I know what you're thinking. Then why the fuck did you send him back to the Orders headquarters?

My answer to that is I don't need a fucking vision to see how toxic I'm becoming. Whether I want it to happen or not, I can feel my awareness of others well beings slipping away. I can feel my emotions changing every minute. Angry one minute and sad the next. Sure of myself and then conflicted. Maybe that's because of my powers or maybe it's just because I'm growing into my true self but I know that if Draco were to stay with me he would lose what little growth of compassion he has gained from being with the old Arabella. He's too good for me and his life will be ruined if he were to stay with me. Not possibly will. Not likely will. Will. I'd rather miss him than feel the agonizing torture of knowing I was the reason his life went to shit.