𝐬𝐮𝐦𝐦𝐞𝐫 𝐨𝐟 '𝟗𝟔 ; 𝐝. 𝐦𝐚𝐥𝐟𝐨𝐲 ✓

𝐜𝐡𝐚𝐩𝐭𝐞𝐫 𝐭𝐡𝐢𝐫𝐭𝐲-𝐭𝐡𝐫𝐞𝐞

5:42 pm
November 13, 1998
Estelle's POV

My head is pounding excruciatingly.

There's this glowing, blinding light gleaming straight in my burning eyes.

Everyone's yelling, why?

My body feels so powerless.

Why's everyone freaking out so much?

I was in a hospital room.

Two recognizable faces came rushing towards me. They were sobbing, but why? They were my benevolent parents, just as I had recalled.

But where was everyone else?

The very latest thing I had remembered witnessing were two heather grey eyes, with damp tears spilling out of them. The only thing I recalled after that had been plain black, but it felt like only a couple seconds. Last I recalled it had been May, but now it was November.

A man in a lengthy pearl coat dialed up a number on the telephone while staring at me frantically.

"Estelle Armstrong, just out of a coma."

Then, I remembered everything.

I remembered the battle, and the blazing castle that I once used to call home. The haunting image of the Death Eaters impeding through the spell barrier.

I remembered dashing through those violent flames, racing against time and trying to save my life.

I remembered that horrific flash of green light.

And I remembered Draco.

Where was Draco? 

I wanted him to know I was okay.

And there she was. My dearest friend, Pansy Parkinson. She sprinted through the door, damp tears filling her eyes with an utter expression of disbelief.

"Estelle?—" She sobbed, "Is it you? A-Are you alive?"

"Why the hell wouldn't I be?"

Pansy grasped me firmly, sobbing into my hospital gown. Then, I viewed my other bestfriend—Blaise— sprinting in as well, squeezing me tightly. The two bawled into my shoulders for a few moments, and finally pulled away from me.

"We thought we had lost you forever, Estelle." Pansy whispered shakily.

"I am so, so sorry guys." I began to sob, knowing that I should've waited for them all along, if I did, none of this would've happened.

"No, no Estelle don't be sorry. Listen, it was agonizing without you, but look! It all turned out, you're okay, you're alive!" Blaise exclaimed.

The tears spilled out of my eyes. "Guys, where's Draco?"

Pansy sighed mournfully. "Listen, Estelle. He moved away months ago. Where? I have no clue, but like I once told you a couple of years ago, when Draco had to go, you'll always find you way back to him. You found your way back that time, so no matter how long it takes, I know you'll find him, because if you and Draco aren't meant for each other, I don't believe in love."

Please God, let me find Draco again.