Anathema [Drarry Fanfiction] [ON HOLD]

Chapter 40

Let's not freak out too much, okay? Blaise is just being a good friend!

He loves Ron.

No one else.

Got it?

Okay.

Happy reading!

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Blaise entered the common room with ash still covering his clothes due to the floo.

He squinted his eyes at the dark room displayed before him - the few empty bottles and wrappers on the floor and sofas were an obvious indication that the house decided to host a party. With an annoyed sigh, he kicked all the bottles aside as he headed for the dorm.

'clunk' 'clatter' 'clash'

"Shit" the familiar voice hissed.

"Vivian?" Blaise frowned and turned to look at the blonde.

Her hair was tied up in a messy bun - perfectly drawing attention to her soft features and puffy eyes;  her green and silver jumper looked wrinkled and almost uncomfortable.

"B-blaise" she blinked. "I...um- I thought you went to see your mother?"

The dark skinned boy parted his lips to give an explanation; but no words seemed to come out.

"Are you okay?" She smiled awkwardly.

Blaise shook his head in a dismissive manner. "Running away won't help you know" he commented, gesturing to the bag clutched in her hand.

He didn't need to elaborate for Vivian to know what he was talking about; it seemed to be the only thing anyone ever talked to her about. "Well staying here doesn't make much of a difference either" she scowled.

Blaise sighed. "Why did you choose to help them? As far as I know, you still had a choice in the matter - no manipulation or deals."

"It's not that simple, Blaise. I chose to help because I wanted to protect them - at least try to keep them alive" she clutched the bag around her shoulder a little tighter. "I guess I thought I was doing the right thing."

"Sounds pretty simple to me" he scoffed.

There was a long pause. Neither of them had anything to say to each other; but there was so much to talk about at.

"Blaise, I really am sorry" she sniffed.

"You did what you had to do" he stepped closer to wipe the tears that were starting to form. "- Just like all of us."

"That's no excuse" she muttered. "What's the point of protecting someone who clearly doesn't want to be protected? What good can that bring when hundreds of lives are also at stake?"

"I wish I would've realised this sooner" she whispered and bit her lip to suppress the rest of the threatening tears.

Blaise gave her a sympathetic smile before wrapping his arms around her small frame. She took a moment before relaxing into the hug.

"Everything will turn out alright in the end" He muttered into her ear.

"You don't sound very confident about that."

He let go and chuckled awkwardly. "I'm not. I just hope that if I keep telling myself that I'll start to believe it."

"That never works out" she laughed sadly. "Trust me."

He smiled and looked at the bag again. "Do you have any idea where you're going?"

The blonde shook her head. "Don't worry about me; I'll figure something out" she hesitated before continuing; she figured that she owes him at least a little information about what she knew. "If I were you I'd be more concerned about Theodore."

Blaise frowned. "What do you mean?"

"He's planning something outside our tasks - I'm not completely certain what" she admitted. "But from the looks of it he's starting with your friends."

~ Meanwhile ~

"Professor, I know that in the past some of these dreams had just been that - a dream" Harry rambled. "But this time I'm sure of it. Something is coming."

Dumbledore sighed and looked between the three students who sat before him. "Harry, how can you be so certain? Tom has done this before; it could just be another one of his tricks-"

"- but what if it isn't?"

It was clear that Tom was becoming more determined and, definitely, stronger. He was playing mind games — driving the Gryffindor to believe that he can't trust anyone, and that he is truly alone in the world.

Unfortunately, for him, Albus had one last move to make. And he wished that it didn't have to come down to this.

"I think there is one last thing we can do" The Professor sighed. "Have you ever heard of a horcrux?

Hermione gasped in disgust.

"What's a horcux?" Ron frowned and looked between Hermione and his Headmaster.

"Horcrux" Hermione corrected - the disgusted scowl never leaving her face. "To put it in simple terms - It's a hideous object, dead or alive, that stores a part of the creator's soul in order to make said wizard or witch immortal."

"Cool-" Ron nodded excitedly, but stopped once he saw the disapproving looks he was getting. "Not cool?"

"Definitely not cool" Hermione shook her head. "But, Headmaster, what does this have to do with Harry's dream?"

"As you probably know, Ms Granger, Voldemort had made himself horcruxes - six infact" He stated.

"I thought that if you created too many you become-"

"- mentally degraded to the point where you're no longer human. That is correct Hemione" The Professor shook his head. "I was planning on telling you eventually when the situation had been appropriate, but it appears that Riddle has other plans."

"I'm sorry, Professor, but what do you mean 'when the situation had been appropriate' " Harry frowned.

"Harry, I know all about the upcoming war-"

"- War?" The trio questioned.

"Yes. A war between light and dark - this effects all of us" Dumbledore was hesitant before looking at Harry. "Especially Malfoy."