Left Behind 3: Curses

The Four words that change everything

"Please," she half begged "Show me what happened."

Why did she need to know?

Why make him re-live that night?

Because she needs the truth, she needs closure. You can give her that at least, Draco closed his eyes. He knew she could hear his thoughts and he didn't really want to see her face with that last one.

"I don't know if I can control it. It like I'm being shuttled through my life at random, not like when I just let you in where I was trying to show you one day...one memory," he opened his eyes and looked over at the dark and he knew...he knew the leach would let him go to that night because of the pain, because it enjoyed the pain.

"Try," she said quietly. "Please."

"Alright," he finally answered. "If that's what you want..." There was a sadness he couldn't quite keep from his voice. If he was going to die he wanted to spend his last moments with her, here in the room-as cold and terrifying as it was he would rather spend it among the black vines in her arms than re-living the night that would take her away from him.

The world tilted and spun once more. This time more violently than before.\

Draco felt like his head would split open with it and he held his hands up trying to keep his scull from cracking like a melon. When he looked over Hermione was doing the same.

He hated seeing her in pain.

Visions of that night began moving around them, and Draco leaned back against the wall of the cabin, unable to find the strength to stand or even really sit fully upright anymore. He sat wand watched the evening like a theatrical production wishing he could disconnect from it.

This memory they sat and watched like a live play.

-

So this was it, this was the night that Ron had cursed Draco.

Hermione shivered feeling cold and she curled her body up next to Draco who seemed like he was barely holding on. He was so thin, so frail...nothing like the Draco she had gotten used to-and yet he was still everything.

She laced her fingers in his and watched.

Past Draco sprang out of the chair he had been sitting on and shot to his feet as several members of the order came bursting in through the main door and another came in through the window that had just been cracked in. An older man took one look around picked up the box Draco had delivered and disapperated

"VLADIMIR!" An attractive woman, who Hermione somehow knew was named Nikita, yelled. A curse caught her across the side of the face and she screamed.

Another curse whizzed near Draco's head and he deflected a second one before it could hit him. His wand was warm and ready in his hands.

A woman from the order came at him and Draco parried and then flung his wand outwards sending the woman careening through the air and into the nearest wall.

"Malfoy!"

Hermione froze. It was Ron, but it wasn't the Ron Weasely she knew and loved. It wasn't the sweet awkward boy who she had spent hours studying with, who she had cheered on at Quiddach matches...no this was someone she barely recognized. 

His eyes were filled with such hatred.

A fireball exploded next to Draco. The shock wave sent him flipping sideways into the chair that Vladimir had previously been sitting in. Draco landed painfully feeling his ribs crack with the odd angle of impact.