The Girl Who Lived ☆ D. MALFOY

Chapter 61

A/N- happy christmas if you celebrate it!!! if not, happy holidays and happy days!!! i thought it was funny that it's christmas at this point in the book as well as irl, so i thought i'd try my best to update today. enjoy!

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I was surrounded by dark, hooded figures with ropes binding my wrists as usual. However, this time, I couldn't breathe. The same violent green light flashed before my eyes again and the same evil, maniacal laughter echoed in my ears, but this time I felt like I was suffocating. The ropes around my arms were spreading and tightening around my neck and the rest of my body, and no matter how hard I tried to struggle free, they were unrelenting. My screams were silenced as the bindings tightened over my mouth and neck. Unrecognisable faces stared down at me unmoving with grins plastered on their blurred features, and I tried to plead with my eyes for them to help me in any way, but they made no attempt to do anything. Tears poured down my face, but soon even those were blocked as the ropes blinded me.

All of a sudden, the bindings fell away and I could see again. I gasped for air as the scene changed and I was somewhere else.

Underneath my feet was grass and burnt wood as well as chunks of stone and splatters of what looked like blood. I could feel the weight of my heart in my chest, though for some reason I didn't know why I felt the way I did, only feeling the burden of loss and despair. Oddly enough, I was missing a shoe. Someone was beside me, and though I couldn't see their face, they were familiar and made me feel safe. As safe as possible in what seemed to be a war zone.

Harry lay still a few metres in front of me. He was bloodied and bruised, and his eyes remained closed behind his broken glasses. However, from what I could tell, his chest was no longer rising or falling with his breathing. That's when I realised it was because he wasn't breathing.

"Harry— Harry!" I cried. "Harry, no! NO!"

Screams tore my throat, and I could feel a familiar pair of arms wrapped around me, but I ignored them. Unnoticed tears streamed down my face, and I was fighting against the arms holding me to get to my brother. My only family laid dead at my feet.

"Y/n!"

"No, no— No! Harry!"

"Harry Potter is dead!" a high, cruel voice called, but it could hardly be heard over my screams of anguish.

"Y/n!"

"NO!"

"Y/n! Y/n, wake up!"

My eyes flew open as I finally registered that I had been dreaming and now both Harry and Hermione were standing over me with worried expressions. The same green eyes that I'd wanted so desperately to flutter open as some sign of life in my dream were now staring back at me with concern in our shared tent. I looked back and forth between my two best friends for a second before wiping discreetly under my eye and sitting up on my bed.

"What's up?" I asked casually.

"What's up?" Harry repeated bewilderedly. "You were the one screaming."

"Oh," I said, my voice faltering. I wasn't really sure how to give either of them an answer. "Bad dream."

They both frowned at me in disbelief.

"Honestly, guys, it was just a bad dream. I'll be fine."

"Do you want to talk about it?" Harry asked hesitantly. I shook my head too quickly before rubbing my eyes tiredly. Hermione didn't question anything before moving to busy herself in the kitchen. I finally noticed that her eyes were puffy and red and she looked as though she hadn't slept at all. After breakfast, we packed up our things with Hermione dawdling as much as possible. Harry and I knew why. I was never very good at holding grudges, but I was still angry with Ron as it had only been one night since his departure. Still, I helped us linger for a good hour and a half after we usually would have left our campsite. I grabbed Hermione's hand and Harry grabbed hers as well after she could find no other reasons to delay, and we disapparated, reappearing on a windswept heather-covered hillside.