My Enemy, Draco

TWENTY TWO

When I woke up I knew he was gone before I even opened my eyes. Half of me broke inside but the other half of me knew I was going to be okay after being with him. I knew even if it was for only a short time, I knew he was okay so I would have to be too. And I knew his presence made everything I ever went through worth it.

Quickly, Madame Pomfrey walked over to me and told me the condition that I was in, "Daniella, you are lucky to have the minimal injuries that you have. Luckily for you, with magic we were able to heal your wound at the scene and the only injury you have as of now is a concussion." Madame Pomfrey walked over to her potions counter and grabbed a potion to soothe pain. When I watched her walk back over I got the sudden feeling to laugh at how often I felt I had been in the Hospital wing recently. "Take this and you'll be good to get back to normal activities in three days time."

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The next three days were hell. I received blank and almost judgmental stares from countless people as it seemed like everyone saw what had happened. Except no one did. The only people who saw what happened was Ginny and McGonagall, and Madame Pomfrey of course. My transfiguration class saw parts of what happened but not completely. I figured the stare's were from the bruises I had on my face. I had completely given up on covering them. No makeup could hide the purple, round wounds along with the thin cuts from the broken glass I had on my face. Somehow, due to England's terrible justice system, my uncle still had custody over me and that brought me such fear I felt as if it would paralyze me.

The three days till I got better were filled with questions from McGonagall, Snape, and Dumbledore, but I refused to answer them. I refused to answer the questions that could have brought me safety from my uncle. I couldn't. I knew that even if he did lose custody of me, he would still hunt me down and hurt me. I knew that eventually if I was living with someone else; someone else like Draco, my uncle would one day become drunk enough to go out to find me but not only would he find me but he would also find Draco and try to kill us both. I couldn't put Draco in that kind of danger. I had to keep him safe. I had to keep everyone safe from my uncle.

After the questions died down and the looks stopped coming to me as often, I tried to sleep as much as I could. I would lay in bed all day replaying in my mind those few minutes I had with Draco. I was imagining what we would do after all of this ended. Where we would run away to. I imagined many different scenarios but only one of them really made me desperate to get better and for this war to be over. I didn't care if it took years but I knew that one day Draco and I would run away, into the forest. We would go somewhere so far away no one knew our names, no one would ever find us. We would live in a cottage in the forest with fields of flowers surrounding it. We would watch the stars every night with no fear of what the next day would bring. We would both be at peace. We would finally be safe.

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Almost a week passed by and everything was back to normal. I was still sleeping more than usual but I was better. I still had a slight bruise on my face but I felt great. I was happier than ever and although I still had mental scars from my uncle, I was healed and had been practicing with Dumbledore's Army for the past two days.

I had finally been able to produce my patronus. When it happened I was amazed at its beauty. My patronus was a hippogriff and I couldn't have been happier about it. Ginny wouldn't leave me alone about asking me what memory made me be able to produce it, but I wouldn't tell her. The memory wasn't even real. It was a dream. The dream of Draco and I, many years in the future, laying down in a field of never ending flowers with our cottage just in sight watching the stars with a child. Our child. I dreamt we would have one girl with brown hair and icy blue eyes. A perfect mix of personality that came from both Draco and I. I imagined she would have Draco's silver eyes that stood out to anyone that looked at her. I imagined that she had curly hair. Not tight curls. Definitely not tight curls. My mother had tight curls and she reminded me nothing of my mother. Instead she had beautiful beach curls. Curls that made her face shape stand out just as much as her gorgeous eyes. I imagined we were happy, safe and at peace with the world.

Every day whenever I began to miss the presence of Draco I would think of that dream. I would not only think of it I would add onto it. I would imagine what dinner would be like with our daughter. I would imagine the different names she could have had. Maybe we would name her Harmony, maybe Aster, or Juliet, no her name would be Azalea. The Hebrew word for flower. Azalea; that would be her name.

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Just as things seemed to calm down they picked right back up. Harry came bursting into the room of requirement with only Luna, Neville, Ron, Hermione, Ginny, by his side.

"He is torturing Sirius. We have to go to the Department of Mysteries or he's going to kill him." Said Harry in a desperate tone

"Who's him?" Asked Neville who so obviously couldn't pick up on context clues.

"Voldemort," whispered Luna, seeing that Harry didn't hear Neville's question.

"How would we even go about that?" I asked Harry, desperately wanting to help him but unsure how to do so.

"We will take our broomsticks, we'll go to the Department of Mysteries and rescue Sirius."

I knew that we had to do it. I knew that if Harry lost the last person that was a part of his family he would be completely broken. He had already gone through so much and I couldn't bear to see him lose someone so close to him. "When are we leaving?"

"Now." Harry said, anger and fear gleaming in his eyes.

As we made our way out of the castle, my nerves got to me and I felt tears pricking at my eyes. I was scared someone would get hurt. I was scared we wouldn't make it in time. Christmas had just passed and it was still extremely cold outside. I rubbed my hands together in an attempt to warm them before we flew off but to my misfortune my hands continued to freeze. The entire way to the Department of Mysteries I stayed back with Neville and Luna making sure they didn't fall off their brooms.