Fleur-de-Lis: Draco Malfoy x OC

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Clarissa Cardaillet

10am, North Tower

I hadn't seen him in weeks. In fact, I hadn't seen anyone in weeks. It had been so long, it had felt like years. I had been trapped in that tower for six weeks straight, and I hadn't left it once. I ate all of my meals there, slept there, learned there. Even when Trelawney taught classes, I wasn't allowed to participate, I just had to return to my room upstairs and stay out of everyone's way. I felt like a prisoner.

Now, everyone was leaving for summer holidays. I didn't want to go home, not after everything that happened. Believe me, I loved my mother, but I didn't want to see her. I didn't want to see the look of disappointment, or terror, on her face. She had been told everything that happened, and stopped sending me letters. I think she was just afraid I'd turn out like Louis. She had loved Louis, but Louis didn't love her. 

I think I almost went insane up there. I was a pretty social person, so after being deprived of my friends and social life, I just got quiet. I didn't want to turn into the person I used to be. But worst of all, I felt terrible. So terribly terrible. I had hurt Draco. I had hurt him so bad. I turned into a monster. A product of my brother. The six weeks had changed me, but not necessarily in a good way. Yes, I was a little less insane, but I was now a paranoid, anxious version of myself. I had become my worst enemy. An introvert. Merlin, it disgusted me knowing who I was, but it was inevitable I suppose. 

"Now, Clarissa, before I let you go I'd like you to come over here quickly." Trelawney motioned over to her. Obediently, I followed. 

"Look into this crystal ball for me. Tell me what you see." She said with her deep shaky voice. The room reeked of rose petal incense and black tea, but I had succumbed to the scent after so long. 

I grasped the sides of the ball, feeling the cold, smooth crystal with my palms. I peered into it, feeling immersed into a whole new world, watching lucidly as the clear glass transformed into a dream, shifting my vision into myself. 

I saw myself, more specifically a vision of myself. 

There, I sat by myself in a large throne-like leather chair, which was sat in the middle of an eerie blue room in an unnameable place. I wore what appeared to be a dark blue dress, and my black flats. Surrounding me was piles upon piles of crystals and gems, which lay sparkling and glistening against the royal blue light. A boy walked in, who seemed to be around my age, emitting from a dark area of the room. He was tall and masculine, but had a very simple and gentle presence. The lighting was very dim, so I couldn't see his face. 

"He's visiting soon, Clarissa, be careful." He whispered into my ear as he approached me, placing his large hand on my thigh. His floppy dark hair fell past his chin and stopped at the middle of his neck. Long for a boy but short for a girl. He wore Hogwarts robes, but again the lighting stopped me from being able to tell what house it was. From the setting, my guess was Ravenclaw, but the vibes also were telling me Slytherin. 

All of a sudden, a big, fat snake slithered into the room, pulling itself towards the boy. Was this the he that the boy was talking about? The snake began to speed up, drawing its teeth. 

"Adrian, no!" I saw myself scream, as it lurched onto him, tripping him and forcing him onto the ground. Adrian? As in Pucey?  The Quidditch prick?  He groaned in agony as the snake sunk its teeth into him, drawing blood. He cried out, sobbing as he was slowly being tortured by the snake. Though I had no clue what was going on, or why, my emotions were going crazy. This boy, who I had no recollection of, now somehow meant everything to me. 

To my shock, in my vision, I just stood there. I stood there and watched him die. I wanted to run over to him and save him, but there was nothing I could do. My real self was frozen as I watched it all happen in front of my eyes. I was simply watching myself.