Left Behind 3: Curses

Inside Draco's Mind

This is a long one folks. I hope you enjoy.

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The room was clinically white, staunch and empty save for the cold steel gurney on which Draco lay.

He felt like a corpse in a morgue.

It took considerable effort for him to push his thin frame up into a sitting position. Along the walls and ceiling he could feel the darkness creeping in and when he looked down at his hands he saw his body blink in an out of existence.

When I die where will I go? Will there be anything left of me at all?

His mother had been there when he had opened his eyes in the real world. A little of his pain had eased when she clasped his hand and asked him to stay. He had told her he was trying, and he was, but he was so cold....

So tired...

Draco closed his eyes.

His thoughts strayed toward Hermione.

I hope she runs, he lay back down slowly, too tired to remain sitting, and seeing no point in wasting what little energy he had.

I only wish I could have said goodbye...

All of a sudden there was a blinding white light.

Warmth filled the room and drove away the icy chill.

Draco blinked, not believing his eyes.

It can't be...

"Hermione?"

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Everywhere Hermione looked were tendrils of black clinging to the white walls like cobwebs dripping with a thick black sludge.

Hermione stepped forward towards Draco and the black seemed to hiss at her. She raised her wand and it backed away. She became immediately grateful that she seemed to have taken it, or at least the illusion of the wand, with her into his mind.

She came to the gurney and saw that the black was all stemming like a great riot of branches from Draco's leg.

"Draco."

"You came back..." he said blinking up at her like she was some kind of an angel.

"I never left," she answered.

"But you did, I gave you my heart and you used it to save him."

"What?" Hermione shook her head. "Save who?" she touched his face. "Draco what are you talking about?"

Nausea swept through her as the room they were in spun and twisted giving way to a village in a valley. 

She watched in horror as a Phoenix with her voice picked off pieces of Draco and gave them to her friends.

She heard his last words and felt the agony behind them.

"Take my heart, it's already yours."

Hermione let out a cry as she saw a version of herself reach into Draco's chest and pull out his heart.

"No!" she protested. "No." She felt all of Draco's pain, felt him as the statue crumpled into black. Felt how he lost himself in the black.

She reached out towards him, her fingers catching air and she spun searching for him.

"DRACO!" she called out. She spun around again looking for him. "Draco where are you!?"

"I'm here," his voice was soft and came to her from a distance.

She spun around once more to find Draco lying where the statue had been, in a pile of black that slowly sank into the earth. She ran over to him and crouched down beside him. She plunged her arms down into the black wrapping them around Draco's torso so that he would not sink any further into the earth.