We Didn't Have a Choice

61 - The Light

The light was blinding as I opened my eyes. I blinked several times before I was finally able to see.

It was a strange feeling and I was disoriented. Last I recall, I was at Hogwarts, with Draco . . . not a blinding version of King's Cross.

"Blair! You're here too?"

A few feet away from me sat Harry Potter, who also looked confused. "Clearly," I mumbled groggily as I stood up.  

"You two are great people," said a voice, making us both turn.

Dumbledore approached us. Harry stood up to greet him, but I stayed put.

"Mrs. Malfoy, I'm not mad at you," said Dumbledore swiftly. "I understand the situation." He walked over to where I sat. "You're a brave girl after all . . . betraying his side to help Harry."

I nodded slowly, but still avoided his eyes. "I'm sorry, professor."

He chuckled kindly. "I know, but don't be. You didn't have a choice. Now come, I want to speak with you two."

I stood up and began to walk with Harry and Dumbledore.

"So, I assume you both know you're horcruxes at this point. Both created by accident, except he knew about Blair and not Harry."

Both Harry and I nodded and he continued on. "Therefore, you two are not really dead."

"How so?" I asked. I mean, I do not think I was dreaming because Dumbledore, the man I watched die, was standing right in front of me.

"The horcrux inside of you was killed. Therefore, this is your parting," said Dumbledore. "That means, you have a choice to continue on to the afterlife and part on a train from here, or you may return to your lives and fight, and finish him off for good."

My immediate choice was to hop on the train because I was too fearful to face Voldemort. Except I knew I could not leave Cordi and Draco.

Oh Draco.

He probably feels horrible considering our last conversation was about him kissing Astoria.

And Cordelia, I could not possibly let her grow up without me.

Both of them, I can not leave them. They do not deserve this. Especially after we have only been in each other's lives for not a very long time.

All the memories I have made with Draco, they would stop now. We never even got a chance to live our lives.

Cordelia, I will not get to be in her life. She will grow up wondering who I even am.

And my choice was a no brainer.

I was going back.

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Harry and I sat at the Kings Cross Station not too long after Dumbledore had left us.

"Are you ready?" he asked. "You will have a spot on our side, we'll protect you from him. He no longer has anything to use against you now that the horcrux is dead."

"As long as Cordelia and Draco can be safe too, then I'm ready."

Harry seemed to falter a bit at Draco's name. Even when dead he can't seem to get over his hatred for Draco.

"Even Malfoy I guess," he mumbled.

I rolled my eyes as the sound of an approaching train filled my ears. It stopped behind me, but neither Harry or I got on. When it started back up again, I glanced at Harry and he gave me one final nod. Then, the area around us began to light up. It was so bright that I could barely see. Except everything was dark again.

And then the sound of the train was replaced with a loud ringing in my ears. I could not see anything as it was dark and I felt like I could not move.

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"Draco, you should go to the forest. You don't want to make the Dark Lord mad," said Pansy.

"What does it matter? If he kills me, good. Then I can be with Blair," I jeered, peering up at Pansy from Blair's hair.

I had finally cried myself dry, except now I was just angry.

I was angry at myself for cheating on her.

I was mad at Voldemort and our families for making our lives turn out this way.

I was angry because we never had a choice.

Blair was gone, she left me, and I didn't even get to say goodbye. Cordelia will grow up with a horrible father and no mother.

It would be best for her if I was gone and she could be the hands of Pansy and Blaise.

Life was simply so unfair. Whenever I'm happy, the source of it is ripped away. All I want is Blair. Is that too much to ask for?