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f o r t y - f i v e

Severus blasts a charm at the bald man which knocks him from his feet onto the hard floor. "What the fuck have you done to her. She doesn't know what she is doing." He cries as he stands over the bald mans body.

"She has been chosen Severus. What is done cannot he undone." He shouts back at him as he peels himself off the ground.

"She is my niece. You knew that. Everyone in this damned Manor knew that but you chose her anyways didn't you."

These are the last words I hear before I black out next to Draco...

The next morning I wake up with a bandage around my arm and a pounding headache. I'm back in my mother's old room, laying in the middle of the bed. I glance up and see Severus sat at the edge of the bed holding my hand.

"What happened?" I ask as my eyes adjust to the light coming from the crack in the curtains.

Severus takes his hand away from mine. "Was you ever going to tell me about this? Or was you just going to leave it and hope for the best like you always do?" He says in a disapproving tone. "Being close to Draco Malloy does not mean you have to run away and become a Death Eater." He is now looking at the crack in the curtain.

"I was chosen before me and Draco got involved with each other. Besides, you are hardly one to talk if your here too." I snap back in my sarcastic tone.

He stands up from the bed and walks over to the door. "You're going to get yourself killed." He spits before slamming the door behind him.

I nod off again without realising. The next few days are a blur of eating and drinking water and having the bandages on my arms redressed by one of the elves. No one came to visits me since Severus. Frankly, I was not in the mood for company. My arm itches and burns making me throw up the little food that I did eat and sleeping through out the days.

On the seventh day, I start to feel normal again. The pain from my arm has become bearable and I can pull myself out of bed without feeling dizzy or nauseous. I manage to eat all of the food that the elves brought up for me with ease and I could look at the light without wanting to rip my eyes out.

Draco. What about Draco?

I feel ashamed and guilty for betraying my family like this but I also feel something growing. Something strong and flowing like a large waterfall pushing me deep into water. My mark isn't full healed but it itches uncontrollably.

By the ninth day I hear voices at my door talking to one of the elves. It's the elf that has been looking after me for over a week now by the sound of his voice.

"She won't stop asking about Mr Malfoy, Master." He says quietly. "Her mark is healing correctly and she is eating all of her meals now." He goes on. "How is Mr Malfoy?" His voice is hesitant and scared.

"He is doing fine." A soft familiar voice replies. "He should be able to visit her tomorrow if she is well enough." It's Narcissa, thank Merlin. "Let her know that Severus has gone back to Hogwarts and will be expecting her back by Friday." Friday? What day is it?!

The next day I pull myself out of bed and make my way towards the couch at the foot of the bed which I then collapse onto as my legs go weak beneath me. It's a sunny day, judging by the thin blade of light seeping through the gap between the curtain and the wall. The house is quiet which means it's most likely the middle of the day as both Mr and Mrs Malfoy are out of the house at this hour of the day. All I hear is light footsteps along the corridors.

Until they wasn't light footsteps anymore. Approaching are heavy and loud marching feet making their way towards the shut bedroom door. My shut bedroom door and the voice in my head is telling me I should run but I can't move my legs. I am wearing my tattered quidditch jumper with some shorts on underneath and I feel exposed and not prepared for what is coming towards me.

I push myself upright onto the couch and make myself look as if I had intended to sit here rather than just fallen here by accident.

The heavy feet stop. Then there is a knock on the door. "Are you alright in there?" Says a concerned voice on the other side of the door. The voice is again familiar but a lot softer then I remembered. "Do you need help?"

"I'm fine thank you." I say breathlessly and weak.

"Are you decent?" The man asks while tapping his foot on the wooden floors.

"Yes."

The door opens and a mane of blonde hair walks through the door and stares at me as if he had just seen a ghost. Mr Lucius Malfoy looking at me. Terrified.