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𝑫𝒆𝒂𝒕𝒉 𝒐𝒇 𝒂 𝒉𝒆𝒓𝒐 (𝒅𝒓𝒂𝒓𝒓𝒚)

(Action is set after Voldemort's death. They came to repeat their last year.)

Alec Benjamin - Death of a hero

Draco

I was hanging around the castle again to calm myself down. Lately, I'm doing it more and more often. I don't know which floor it is, probably third one. I was passing by one of the many bathrooms. By the way, I wanted to go to the toilet. So I walked inside. I did what I wanted to do and was about to left the cabin, when I heard someone's argue from the corridor and moment later someone slammed the door. I kept my hand on a doorknob. Soon I heard someone's cry. Male. Not so childish, rather someone's from the older classes, probably someone my age. Maybe I'd rather not go out now. A moment later, this someone muted and closed the room. I tried to breath quietly. After that, this person burst into tears and started to cry even louder. Few seconds later I heard a hiss. A hiss from pain. Then maybe I'd better wait for this person to leave. I was confused. I accidentally removed the mask of impassivity and coldness from my face. My worst memories just reminded me about themselves.

Some argue with Potter and his Golden Trio in the middle of the Entrance Hall. I don't even remember, what I said and what we were arguing about. Suddenly professor Moody appeared and turned me into a ferret. Before I figured things out, he cast the Imperius spell on me. I couldn't protest. I wasn't able to do anything. He was raising me up and down. I thought I was going to vomit. But it wasn't over yet. When he got bored of playing with me, he began to raise me from ceiling to the floor. It took him a bit, because at one point he was throwing me up and down so that I was hitting my body against the ceiling and the floor. Ferrets have very thin and delicate bones. It hurt a lot. I knew I'd had bruises or something broken. When he got bored of that too, he started throwing me more brutally. Now I was just hitting the ceiling on one side and the floor on the other. My bones and head were burning with living fire. I knew that some bones I had broken, or even a few. I was clenching my little teeth as not to scream, and eyelids as not to cry. When it seemed to me that I'm dying, Professor McGonnagal came and turned me back to my normal form. Of course, before that, Moody dropped me right from the ceiling to the ground. I heard something cracked in my chest. I was laying on the ground. I had tears in my eyes. I tried not to cry. I tried not to make any sounds. What was the worst? Almost the whole school saw it. I was humiliated. After this incident, McGonnagal led me straight to Snape. In his office I got a warning and points were taken from my house. With every moment my bones hurt more. In my thoughts, I begged for death, which unfortunately didn't come. After McGonnagal left, Snape asked me if everything is alright with me. He was the only one person in the whole Hogwarts that I could show even a bit of my emotions. He immmediately took me to the hospital wing. I had a broken rib and arm. It's a miracle my rib didn't pierce my lung. Madam Pomfrey said just a moment more and it would happen. Fortunately, we have the right spell for that, so I didn't have to put on a Hagrid's hippogriff comedy. Then, for almost a month, I had to stand vicious taunts and whispers in the corridors.