Life of a Black (Sequel to Life of a Malfoy)

The Run-Away

My eyes shot open and I stared at the ceiling. I slowly slid off the couch, nearly tumbled to the ground, and winced as I caught myself. What the hell was I doing? I was hardly healed. I knew I needed to leave though..

I grabbed my backpack and crawled across the floor. I swallowed down a mouthful of pain medicine on the table and cautiously stood up. My legs were shaking violently and I clenched my teeth as I walked into the kitchen. The whole house was silent. Too silent..

After grabbing a bag full of food, I walked out the door and swung the backpack across my shoulders. I stumbled on the uneven ground and held onto the house, fighting to walk. I took a deep breath and continued to walk.

As I reached the field, I had the creepy feeling that someone was watching me. Turning around, I found none other than Harry no more than ten feet behind me.

"You can't stop me from leaving," I started, and looked him straight in the eyes. I wasn't afraid of him. I threw my bag on the ground and crossed my arms.

"Yes I can." I let out a sharp laugh.

"Who the hell do you think I am, then? Because obviously you're the one who needs a reality check," I snarled. "And who the hell do you think you are, trying to tell me what to do? I know you want me to stay, but I'm not playing your stupid games anymore, I'm done."

"You need to sit down before you fall over."

"Goddammit, are you stupid or something? Do you know what I've been through, at all?"

"I don't care, sit down before you fall down."

"No."

"Fine. Be stubborn. People are trying to help you, why do you keep pushing them away?" Harry demanded.

"Because every time I let someone in, they end up stabbing me in the back, just like you did!" I was furious now.

"Well-"

"No, it's my turn to talk!" I growled. "If you think that you can come out here and try to get me to stay, you really have something mentally wrong. You're not allowed to walk all over me, I won't stand for it! This is my choice, my decision to get myself killed and I am always entitled to that! I'm not going to stay cooped up in that house pretending like there's nothing wrong, because in reality, everything's wrong! Any questions?!" 

There was an awkward pause.

"Don't even try to say that it's my fault Mad-Eye's dead, because I don't want to hear how it's my fault people were murdered!" I added. He opened his mouth to speak again. "Dumbledore didn't die because of me, he died because he had no choice!" Harry froze with his mouth half open as I said that, and stared at me. "I guess you didn't know Dumbledore as well a you thought you did." I turned away, and picked up my backpack. 

"I know it's not your fault, really. And you don't have any idea what I've been through either! I could barely sleep for weeks after that night, because I thought you were dead. I knew it was all because of me, too. I can't blame you for Mad-Eye's death, or Dumbledore's. But I did blame myself for yours." My throat closed up. I knew this was some kind of trick though, so I just gritted my teeth and kept walking.

"If you won't stay, then can I come with you?" he simply asked. I was practically speechless, why would he want to come with me?

"I can't stop you," I stated, and he picked up his pace behind me.

"If either of you take one more step outside of the boundaries, your heads will be on the wall. Turn around," an angry female voice said. We both obeyed, and came face to face with a flustered Hermione.

"I have gone through Hell and back this summer, and that's not even to the point of you two." She turned to me. "You think that after you show up alive right in front of me you can just walk out?!" My cheeks burned, and she turned to Harry. "And don't even get me started! Why the bloody hell do you think you can just walk out on everything!?" Harry's face fell to the ground.

"If you both think that you can leave me and Ron, think again. So don't even think about leaving one more time or I'll have your heads. Get back in the house, now!" she yelled. I didn't have anything to say, because she looked downright infuriated with us. I wanted to say something, but it would have been useless.

"I-I'm sorry 'Mione.." I whispered and handed her my backpack. It lifted weight off my aching shoulders and I was temporarily relieved. I felt ashamed to have her see us walk out, and considering we didn't explain a thing probably made her more upset.

Walking back to the house, I wasn't paying attention. My foot hooked on a small rock and I flew forward, only to be held up by a pair of arms. I blinked out the tears that burned in my eyes and swore under my breath. My bones felt like they were on fire.

Harry lifted me up and held me in his arms. "Are you okay?" I quickly nodded, and sharp pains shot through my neck and spine.

"Just lost my footing.." I whispered in a cracked voice as Hermione pulled me to my feet.

"You need more pain medication. You may think you're fooling us, but I'm not an idiot," Hermione said, and helped me in the house.

I downed the glass of pain medicine that Hermione put in my hands, only to taste the tart liquids of the sleeping potion.

"Damn," I hissed, hoping she would hear me as I quickly drifted off.