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shadows

Draco pov:

Think of of the way it feels while having a migraine and then imagine your also standing in a room full of flashing lights and screaming people.

Now think of instead of having that physical pain, imagine its only a feeling. A nagging feeling that you can't escape or explain that makes you want to get hit by a fucking train just to stop it.

Or throw up all of your insides.

Anything just to stop it. To stop the nagging, pounding, and the yelling voices that at first seemed to be cheering someone on, suddenly are screaming at you. Screaming until their throats go out or their head explodes.

Which ever comes first.

My whole body feels like lead. I don't feel myself form amongst the rainy, dark, country streets where Y/n stands below me.

I don't feel myself point to the large, willow tree. I can barely see through the rainy night as Harry Potter turns his head to look at me before he steals the only person I hadn't realized had been keeping me alive.

I wish I can see his face. I wonder if it leaves looks of sympathy or pure fire and hatred. I wonder he regrets this.

I feel Theo's hand reach the back of my soaked jumper to pull me a step back.

"We'll say goodbye," He assures not only me but Blaise and himself. "They said we will say goodbye."

I feel myself shake his hand off of me and I take two steps forward.

The red-haired family and turns to look at me alarmed and draw their wands. One of the twins sees the look of disparity and shakes off the sibling next to him. None of the rest follow.

It feels like hours until we see the spark of the tree and two dark shadows appear under.

Even with the rain and night I can see her face perfectly. I know that I will forever have it pictured in my head. Her eyes are puffy and swelling, I assume from crying, and her shoulders sag from the wait of dragging her trunk and the way Harry Potter has ahold of her.

He has her shirt bundled at her side with his hand clutching like she's a balloon and he's just a child on a windy day. He won't let go.

I hear her jaw click into realization and her trunk fall to her side.

Her chest rises and falls at an alarming rate. Now my legs decide to not leave the ground, for they are glued to it as if the center of the earth is dragging me to the center.

Harry falls at her side. I want to run towards her. I want him to leave her side. I want to ignore the new looks of pity from Fred Weasley.

She stares directly at me. Her clothes are now soaked from the rain. The look is dark.

She coughs. Now Fred Weasley stands at her side also.

The rain quiets, falling lightly. Her and I would love this weather if it was two months ago. She would've begged me to dance with her as if we were in a movie.

"Run," Her words fall from her lips in a scream. Alike the scream that were in my head.

Her voice seems to snap me out of it.