April 22, 1998
Draco woke with a horrible headache. His room was now dark and empty. The place where his mother had sat was now cold. Outside the weather seemed to be gloomier than ever. Draco stood up and rubbed his eyes. "God that was a horrible nightmare." He muttered under his breath, as he opened the door to his room, leaving it unattended.
The halls to the Manor was quiet and scary. It only made his heart race faster. Draco rubbed his face in despair and took heavy steps down the stairs. His eyes caught something on the way to the kitchen, that made him half and crouch. "What the-."
It was blood. His eyebrows furrowed together. Draco's heart was now pumping faster than ever. Could it not have been a dream? He gulped, continuing his way back into the kitchen, trying to hide the fact that he had just seen blood. Blood. Something that made him sick.
Just as Draco, placed the glass of water to his lips, he heard a crack in the air. He abruptly turned around. There was no one there. Panic started to rise in him. Draco turned back around and took a small sip out of the water. Then he felt it. A tug at his feet. Cautiously, he looked down and was surprised to see his life long companion that was set free.
"Dobby?"
The small elf, stared back at Draco with his big tennis ball eyes. "Sir, your friend is suffering in the cell downstairs. Dobby heard Miss cry. You just go save her. She is hurt." Dobby continued to tug Draco's pants, until Draco kneeled down at his level.
"Dobby, what are you doing here? How did you get here? Which friend are you talking about?" Draco bombed the elf with questions. The house elf simply ignored his questions and nervously looked around. "Answer me, Dobby." Dobby screeched and stumbled back a few steps away from Draco, in fear. Draco's eyes softened.
The small one, looked around and placed a hand over his chest. "Miss needs you, sir. Dobby needs you to go to your Miss. You must save her." Just like that the elf disappeared into thin air with a snap. Draco was left dumbfounded. He stood up and covered his mouth, before realization hit him hard.
Draco did not have a nightmare, in fact, all of it was real. His mother had just messed with his memory. How could he have been so stupid. Ryera was here. In that foul cell, in his very own basement. Draco dragged his feet through the halls. His feet feeling heavier. Draco started to hear small whispers which each step he took for the basement.
He came to a stop when he reached the cell door. His feet made the softest sound as he made his way down the steps. Draco creaked open the old rusty cell door and stepped into the cell, he has never seen in years.
"Lovegood? What on bloody earth are you doing here? How did- Thomas?" Draco cautiously looked at the two classmates, he never interacted with. "You two aren't supposed to be here. When- how did you get here? Don't tell me you two Apparated here- Mr.Ollivander?! Sir- I...."
The Dean stared at Draco with utter hatred, his fists clenched in his pockets. Luna gave Draco a small smile and walked away towards a corner. Mr.Ollivander didn't acknowledge Draco, however, with a small mumble he said, "You foul Death Eaters, ruined the poor girl. Ruined, I say."
Draco turned to Dean with a small frown and opened his mouth to ask Dean where she was but Dean beat him to it. "I don't know what she sees in you. You're a bloody git, you know that. I have no idea what you two are but you're horrible at it. You can't even protect her. You don't deserve her."
Luna came back from wherever she was and placed a hand on Draco's shoulder with he flinched at and backed away slowly. "She's suffered long enough, Draco. You should see her." She said pointing towards where she was. Draco bowed his head a little and rushed towards her. His heart dropped when he say her. His heart clenched, aching.
Ryera's hair was messy and tangled. Her eyes were swollen. Her body was covered in scratches. The thin cloth that covered her body was now tearing. She was pale and looked rather skinny, considering it had only been a day. "Darling?" Draco called softly. A crack in his voice made her jolt. Rye slowly turned her head towards Draco and broke into a small.
"Draco? You came." She tried standing up but Draco caught her and pushed her down. Rye stumbled away from his touch. He furrowed his eyes, keeping his hands in his lap. "I wondered when you'd come. Luna has been telling me, her, Dean and Ollivander got brought here during Christmas break. Did you know about this?" Her voice was now starting to get cold and more stern.
He gaped at her. Draco bit his lip, shaking his head. Christmas break was spent with her. He had no clue that those three had been brought down to his house. Though he knew, she was at no stage to listen. "Are you okay, Ryera?" Draco instantly regretted what he said. Of course she wasn't okay. She stared at her dirty legs and scoffed.
"I'd like to think I am but how could I be? I just go raped, Draco. Over and-." Her voice broke as she stuffed her face into her scrawny hands. "Over again. He continued to...- how can I fucking live with this? I have his marks all over me. I feel disgusting. I don't know if I should be thankful that I don't have a werewolf bite on me or if I should be trying to kill myself for getting assaulted."
Draco's eyes watered. His hands started shaking as he stared at the woman he fell for, break slowly in front of him. This all happened under his nose and he couldn't do anything about it. He could only feel bad and sorry for what had happened. If only he could turn time, but what good would that do? Draco wouldn't be able to do anything.
She looked up at him with tear stained cheeks. Her expression softened as she saw tears run down his face. "Draco." Rye called softly. "It's not your fault, sweetheart. Don't cry. You're making me feel bad." Draco instantly wiped his tears away and forced a smile at her. "I should've been careful and smart about where I was going. I'm an Animagus. I could've changed and flew out the window."
Draco sniffed and reached out his hand. Rye simply stared at him and moved further away. He let out a soft gasp and held his own hand, more tears leaving his eyes. She's not comfortable around him anymore.
If only I did something.....
