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

Part 20

Chapter 20

Amy's POV

It

wasn't

supposed

to

happen

again.

I wanted to die. I wanted nothing more at that very moment to slit my throat and bleed out where I stood. Vivid images of Teddy's crushed body flashed through my head. Every time I looked at Draco's bloody, wet figure lying on the floor I felt the same agony. I almost had to check for a Dementor in the room, because that's how it felt. As if something - my own personal Dementor - was following me around and finding everything happy and good in my life and sucking it out of me.

Through the pain I looked at Harry. I met his eyes for a split second, but he looked away quickly. He probably put two and two together and realized that I loved Draco. I tried to feel something for Harry - hatred or rage or whatever but nothing. I was only empty.

I don't remember much of what happened next. Harry was in trouble, and some teachers came to take him away. Other kids tried to see what was going on. Snape called Madam Pomfrey and she took Draco to the hospital wing. But despite the chaos and commotion around me, I stayed still. Even after they took him away, I stared at the spot where Draco had been lying. Eyes large and unblinking, hands trembling, face pale.

And then I felt Snape's hand on my shoulder. Everything was in that one motion, that one touch. I felt his pity and his sadness. It made me hate him - the fact that I needed him right now. I hated it.

Snape sat me down in his office in the chair across from him. I stared ahead at nothing in particular, but ended up fixing my eyes upon a rather ragged quill that was about to fall off of the edge of Snape's desk. I felt Snape's eyes on me and I could tell he was judging me and pitying me and trying to read me but I wasn't letting him in.

"Amelia," he murmured. He sighed when I didn't respond. "Amelia, please. I'm trying to help you."

I looked up and opened my mouth to say something, but upon meeting his eyes I just couldn't do it. I bit my lip and shook my head and forced back tears and looked back at the stupid quill on his desk.

"He's going to be okay," Snape said softly. "He'll be transferred to St. Mungos to recover and he's going to be fine."

I couldn't bring myself to believe that.

"Amelia."

Snape's voice was hard and serious, making me look up. "He's going to be fine." His expression was softer than I've ever seen it before. "I'm sorry this happened."

I finally looked up at him. I felt the wetness on my cheeks but I still tried to force everything back. I hated the fact that I was crying to him. "It's not fair," I whispered, because a whisper was all I could manage. "Why - why me?"

Snape sighed. "I don't know," he replied. "I agree - it's not fair. But that's beside the point. It happened - it happened to you. Now you move on. You have more important things to worry -"

"No!" I yelled. "You don't - how could you say that? You don't even know what I'm going through! You have no idea what I'm feeling!"

Snape remained calm despite my sudden rage. "I would understand more than you think. Losing the one you ..." Snape paused. "Losing a friend. It's hard."

I narrowed my eyes. "What?"

"I know how difficult this is for you," Snape repeated.

"No, what were you gonna say?" I demanded.