Amy Riddle - Volume 2: The Half Blood Prince (A Voldemort's Daughter Story)

Part 19

Chapter 19

Amy's POV

I knew I was in a bad situation but I didn't think in a thousand years that anything could make it worse. If I told you that I had bad luck you'd probably laugh and be like "Ohohoho yeah don't go walking under a ladder" or something like that, but the Series of Unfortunate Events, if you will, that was my life went a little further than the time I saw a black cat like seven years ago.

No, this was the kind of bad luck that made you want to throw yourself off of a bridge.

And it was kind of funny how a day could go from being so wonderfully perfect to a sudden steaming pile of horseshit. Funny in a twisted, sadistic sort of way. It was like the world wanted to screw me over.

But there we were. Me and Draco, two young lovers holding hands in the hallway. Things, although looking down, were looking up. Draco and I were faced with a whole list of problems to deal with, but we were so ready to take it on together. With his hand in mine I felt like I could take on the world. But young love can do that to a person. Make you feel on top of the world, undefeatable, invincible.

Draco and I turned the corner and passed through the doors to the Great Hall. I knew that upon seeing us holding hands, we would get many confused glances from our fellow students in addition to the probably disbelieving Slytherins, especially with all the drama we went through last year. But as we walked down the aisleway between the Gryffindor and Hufflepuff tables, I didn't think I was going to see her. I didn't think she was going to come back.

I remember demanding that Draco made sure it wasn't traced back to me. I remember I bitched for hours about having to do it. And after all my work it didn't even end up at my intended target. No, instead of my target, it ended up with Katie Bell, chaser of the Gryffindor Quidditch team. Her curiosity got the better of her, she looked at the necklace. She was cursed, she was sick, she was taken away to St. Mungo's. I didn't think she would be back.

We froze. Draco and I stared at her. I felt a dropping sensation in my stomach. I told Harry and McGonagall that I hadn't encountered Katie in the bathroom. And there he was, Harry Potter himself, talking to Katie, trying to get the details. I hoped with all of my heart that she didn't recognize me, that she didn't make the connection, that she didn't realize that I had put her under the Imperius curse so she could deliver the necklace to who we really needed dead.

But I saw her gaze travel over Harry's shoulder. And I met her eyes. And I knew she knew what had happened. Harry followed her gaze and stared at Draco and me. It was a real sort of deer in the headlights kind of moment. And then Draco slipped his hand out of my grip and turned right around and left. I was still too shocked to move. Harry came towards me. I mentally kicked myself for my stupidity. I should have gone with Draco, I could have gotten away and we could have fled to Hogsmeade and Disapparated to Malfoy Manor. What's more, I should have been more careful before.

"Damn it, Amy," I told myself, readying myself to do whatever necessary to get myself out.

But, to my absolute surprise, Harry sped right past me. He was moving so quickly that I felt a breeze as he stormed by. I turned around and watched his retreating figure, and then I realized -

I had Harry so wrapped around my finger that he didn't even stop to think that it was me. He didn't even consider, not once, that I - me - the only Slytherin who was ever nice to him - the girl who went to a party with him - who had played so many great Quidditch matches against Katie Bell - the girl who he now called his friend - would ever do that to a fellow student. Harry trusted me.

I turned back to Katie Bell. Her eyes were locked on mine. Despite the good news about Harry, I knew that there was one person who knew what I was all about. And then - then I knew that my time at Hogwarts was running out. I probably wouldn't last through my 7th and final year, if I managed to scrape by this year. Draco and I would have to figure out this whole situation soon, or -

Crap. Draco.

I turned around and followed the way Harry and Draco had went. I exited the Great Hall and ran through the hallway. But I had no idea where they had gone. I slumped against the wall and closed my eyes, even pressed my hands over my ears. I turned on my most supersonic (if you can even call it that) Legilimency abilities, trying to read any thoughts pertaining to Harry or Draco in the vicinity.

And I heard Harry's voice in my head. I've got to stop him. I've got to end this.

I could kind of tell where it was coming from so I turned down a hallway and followed the voice. I thought for a moment that Draco would go back to the Room of Requirement but then thought he wouldn't have enough time. Maybe his dorm? The Common Room? No, Draco would want to be alone, not anywhere near his friends. Maybe the bathroom? I had to give it a try so I turned yet another corner and after walking a little further came into earshot of something shattering? Glass?

I sped up my pace, knowing that whatever was going on was not a good thing. I heard more shattering, some yelling, and then a thud. I turned the corner into the bathroom -

Harry's POV

"Sectumsempra!" I yelled.

Blood spurted from Malfoy's face. Red slashes appeared underneath the fabric of his shirt. It was sudden, it was scary. I glanced down at my wand in alarm. I hadn't known what the spell was going to do, I had only ever read the word in a book. But now, obviously, I could see what the purpose of Sectumsempra was.

Malfoy fell backwards onto the wet floor, shuddering with pain. The water pooling on the floor was soon stained with red and I watched slowly as it trailed towards me slowly.

Then I heard the bathroom door swing open. I looked up suddenly when I heard a high pitched cry.

"No - Draco!"

It was Amy. Her face was pale, her eyes almost dead. I could see her shaking, and I was a few feet away. She was trembling like mad. Her lips were moving but I saw nothing coming out. I remembered how Draco and Amy had been friends pretty much for their entire childhood. I remembered seeing them holding hands in the Great Hall just moments ago. In a relationship or not, she loved him. And I - I killed him? Did I kill Draco?

The door swung open again. This time it was Snape who walked in. He looked down at Draco's body, saw the gashes on his chest, and looked at me curiously. He dropped to his knees beside Draco and began murmuring soft, strange incantations. Instantly, the blood receded back into Draco's chest, as if his skin was sewing itself back together.

But in that moment I wasn't thinking of getting expelled, I wasn't thinking about the curse, nor the Potions book, nor even if Draco was going to be alright.

I could only think of Amy. She lost Teddy last year and now she was losing Draco. Her two closest friends - gone. And I had taken one from her. She would never forgive me.

I took everything from her. And now she was alone.