The Tribrid Slytherin (Draco Malfoy)

lies

Previously...

"What does this mean?" Snape questioned monotonously; although, his voice wavered slightly. "I think you know exactly what this means, Severus." sighed Professor Dumbledore. "What does this mean Purity?" Amos begged me using his eyes; he looked so desperate; so depressed. "We- we just have to get him inside now," I ordered.

The professors nod and began to pick up his limp body. Mr. Diggory stood up and faced me directly so I couldn't avoid his question any longer. "Purity, what does that mean?" I sighed heavily, avoiding eye contact with my old family friend. "It means he's in transition."

"He's what?" his voice broke.

"He's becoming a Vampire."

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My body trembled in anticipation; my mind attempting to ease, though guilt; anguish; loss, flooded my senses. My hair completely disheveled and my fingernails no longer flawlessly painted because of my teeth anxiously biting down on them; chipping away the paint until my nails were bare.

I pace across the creaking floorboards. "What am I gonna do? What am I supposed to do now?" I mutter uncontrollably biting down my quivering bottom lip.

I gaze everywhere in sight; anything to distract my focus from the one thing I'm attempting to avoid. Finally, my feet halt, a deep intake of breath heaves my chest up and down; my shoulders stiff as a rock.

My eyes travel down and to the left.... Down and to the left.... "Oh... Merlin." my voice breaks and my hand covers my mouth, reliving the events that unfolded merely minutes before. Illuminating flames burning atop brass torches hanging from the stone wall; shedding light upon the lifeless body.

I look behind my back, watching vaguely as the tall dark-haired brooding professor and the old, gray-haired headmaster discuss something inaudible to my ears. Then I peer back at the body, his body. My poor sweet Cedric... you didn't deserve this.

I move my hand up to graze his face; starting from his eyebrow, down his chiseled cheekbone, and finally his jaw. His eyes linger wide open, flooded with horror. "I am so...sorry." My body trembles. Falling on my knees, my elbows digging into the scarlet sofa cushion where his body rests. My head collapses into my hands. "I am so sorry." I sob.

His chest heaves heavily, his body shoots up out of shock and his head twists left and right so intensely it could spin in a full circle. I stand up suddenly, desperately searching for any ideas to ease this stressful situation. "W-what what is happening? Where am I? I-" he stood up and approached me.

"Cedric you have to-" I cautiously back away. "What...Happened?" he takes another step. "Cedric-" "WHAT IS HAPPENING TO ME!?" he launches forward as I coward away. "STUPIFY!" he flies back, hitting the wall with tremendous force. Snape stands behind me with his wand tilted up, tip facing Cedric. "Miss Mikaelson I suggest you leave." he drawled as Dumbledore inspected the boy. I shook my head, "No. I'm not leaving him. I'm the only one who knows exactly what to do. I'm the one who got him into this mess."

He was about to protest when Dumbledore cut in, "I agree with Purity, Severus. She could be of use," The agitated professor lowers his wand. He glances at his student leaning against the stone wall with his knees up to his chest, then to me. He sighs, "By all means Albus, leave a blood-thirsty beast with an innocent student." He glares at me momentarily. "Don't be foolish, Mikaelson," he warned.

Snape pushed his long, dark robes behind his back as he walked out of the large office. I twirl a long dark curl around my fingers, anxiously contemplating whether to approach him once more. I decided I would, taking slow, carefully placed steps; I knelt down beside him.