All I Have Left

Chapter Eighty Three

TW: Underage alcohol use and mentions of sexual actions.

Only a few days have passed since the visit to the Department of Mysteries.

Voldemort showed up to the Ministry and tried to kill Harry while his Death Eaters tried capturing me, but Remus protected me while Dumbledore protected Harry. Voldemort eventually left and Cornelius Fudge, along with a bunch of other Ministry officials, saw Voldemort and reported it to the Daily Prophet.

Now everyone knows Voldemort is back. Everyone believes it.

And that makes everything worse; people are kinder to me in the hallways. They smile and wave, they call out to me while I pass them by, and they basically aren't giving me all of the negative attention they did less than a week ago.

And, less than a week ago, I would've loved it. Absolutely adored it. It probably would've been a dream come true.

But now that Sirius Black is dead, the man that I spent the entire summer living with, the man who I visited back in fourth year and cared for me like a little sister, was dead, I wished that everyone would just go back to hating and ignoring me because they feared me.

I also wished that I hadn't been there when Dumbledore told Harry that he was connected to Voldemort and was going to have to kill Voldemort eventually, or Voldemort would have to kill him. That's why Harry has the scar on his forehead. But when I asked Dumbledore for answers about me, he said it wasn't his place to tell me.

What a bunch of bullshit.

Eleven Death Eaters were captured and thrown into Azkaban by the Ministry of Magic, which was somewhat of a relief, but at what cost?

I now spent all my days either in my dormitory, in the library, or with Harry. I felt like he was the only one I could talk to, including Daphne, who I told about Sirius Black the day I returned to the dormitory but immediately regretted it afterwards.

Although it wasn't like there was much studying for me to do. Exams were over and there weren't classes. I was free to do as I pleased. But I still spent my time in the empty library reading things for next year, trying to get ahead as much as I can.

I still have the chance of becoming an Auror.

That was what I was doing right now; I was in my bed, curtains drawn shut, reading one of the Advanced Defense Against the Dark Arts books I found in the library.

However, I didn't get very far when the curtains were shoved open and a glowering Daphne was seen in front of me.

"Bloody hell, you!" She exclaims, slapping my hand away from my mouth before crossing her arms over her chest. "You need to do something! Get out of bed! Go see sunlight! Get fresh air! Put a book down! Eat something! Interact with people! And Athena does not count as people!"

"I'm interacting with you." I say, shrugging, my voice hoarse from lack of use. "There's no one else to interact with."

"Go visit your Gryffindor friends in the Hospital Wing. You haven't done that yet."

"They're out." I tell her, sighing. "Anyways, I don't want to see them."

"What about Harry?"

"I see Harry all the time." I remind her.

"But you two don't actually talk when you see each other!" Daphne says loudly. "You read while he plays with Athena!"

"Everyone likes Athena, can you blame him?"

"Lila!"

"Daphne!"

"You're ridiculous!" She states, scowling at me. "Please, get up! This isn't healthy!"