Scars 🗝 F. W.

6. A single soul

He was there standing right in front of her, her heart was rattling all over the place. 

She couldn't feel her body--

She was numb.

"Malfoy, I asked what do you want?" said Fred in a tone that bordered protective.

He briefly acknowledged Fred this time with a small side glance then turned and stared right into Constance's soul, it was like he was tearing her insides and breaking them even further.

"I-- I'm sorry," he croaked, his silver eyes digging further into hers.

She tightened her grip on Fred's hand as her breaths started to quicken--she felt sick. The room started to spin but the only thing that stood still was him standing in front of her.

She stuttered and just sat there like a frozen statue, frozen out of fear, she was genuinely terrified and she could feel everything starting to resurface, as flashes of the horrid green started blurring her vision, her eyes were falling in and out of focus and everything around her was blurry. 

She had to get out somehow.

She widened her eyes then managed to make out the silhouette of the exit, then she ran, she ran like her life depended on it out the door and in any direction, she couldn't see a thing but it didn't matter she just had to get away.

Her feet were pounding against the ground and she started going numb again, but it wasn't a painless numb, it was corrosive flooding through her veins making her Hurt internally like she had just been flipped inside out--then she could see nothing.

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She woke up on a bench leaning against someone's shoulder, it was Fred. She sat up instantly as her body began to shake coughs pushing their way up her throat, it felt as if someone had clamped her throat shut leaving her to die.

"Hey, it's all right, everything's ok," she heard Fred say through ringing ears.

She turned and looked at him to see him staring down into her face his facial features coiled up in concern.

"Where is he?" she said starting to look around frantically.

"Don't worry he's gone," Fred said taking her hand.

She sighed and leaned against the back of the bench.

"Thank fucking god," she murmured shakily.

He turned towards her with confusion creeping onto his face, "what happened Constance?" he asked squeezing her hand tight.

"He, that person, Malfoy, Draco-that- that person-" she couldn't form a coherent sentence her head was all over the place she looked around again frantically feeling like his eyes were still on her, but he wasn't there.

"Calm down, it's ok, your safe," Fred said meeting her gaze, "just tell me, what happened?"

She exhaled heavily and tried to block out the ringing in her ears and her still rattling heart.

"He, um-- He was there, he stood in the corner then came and did this-" she pulled down her collar slightly to reveal the words "Mudblood" carved into the skin on the side of her neck.

Fred peered over for a second his face hardening, "Don't worry he's not coming anywhere near you again, I'll be sure of it."

He stood up then and helped her up, her legs were still shaking but she was slowly composing herself. Then she gave him a hug, she didn't know what drove her to do it but all she knew was that she needed it, and maybe he did too because he didn't reject it he put his hands around her back and squeezed slightly. After a few seconds, she walked out of his hug and started apologising.