TRULY REALITY [A Harry Potter Fanfiction]

45|Changes

It has been a month now. And changes are there here and there.

Terrance started writing letters again, and they are really sweet. Guess he was just adapting to the new place. Laura started to change a bit, she was zoning off often and all, but I don't know why. I have a theory that maybe Laura got cursed, and the curse passed onto Alice. The frequent changing off her, kind of added sparks to my fire of curiosity.

Terrance still dodged much of the questions about him and his whereabouts. We met once in this past month, and he got me a gift which was kind of expensive. He shrugged it off, saying that it was to compensate for the cancelled hangout.

Malfoy was seen more stressed and tired day by day, and I had no clue where to start or who to help.

I was sitting in the Great hall, and having lunch alone today. The golden trio was busy with stuff that we all know about. And Anne was busy with some group project, that took away her lunch time. I was making plans in my head, and unknowingly staring at the Slytherin table as I did so.

Malfoy suddenly got a letter, and then his eyes widened. From the place I was sitting, it looked like he was scared. He got up and started walking fast, out the Great hall.

I decided to follow him, and see where he went. He went to the Room of Requirements, and I also followed; the door vanishing behind me. I hid behind a bunch of stuff, and looked at Malfoy.

"Why can't you work?!" He screamed at the cupboard. "Why do you have to make my life miserable?"

"I want you to work, but I also don't want you to work." He said.

He sat down next to the cupboard, tears streaming down his face. "I wanna make my parents proud. Even they know how bad this is. I can't do this. The Dark Lord will kill me. I'll fucking die." He said, his voice craking.

He sat there, his knees pulled towards him, and his head on his knees. His body shaking while he sobbed.

I couldn't stand there anymore. "Draco?" I called out slowly, and walked towards him. He scrambled up on his legs and pointed his wand towards me.

"What do you want Smith? You're not supposed to be here." He said, spitefully.

"It's fine." I assured him. I put my arms up. "I'm defence less. I don't have my wand. Its me, and just me. No one else is here."

After a lot of talking, he finally dropped his guard. I walked closer to him. He collapsed onto the ground, and leaned on the cupboard.

"It's okay. You'll figure it out." I said, sitting next to him.

"What?" He asked, a bit nervous.

"I- I know what you are." I said.

His face changed to fear, as his eyes widened a bit. And then just as fast, changed back to a cool face.
"What do you mean?" He asked.

"A death eater."

"And you're not scared?"

"Nope. I know you didn't want to."

"How do you know? May- maybe I did."

"You sure about that?"

"Nope."

We sat there for a while, and then went back to class. Though we did end up being a few minutes late.

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I woke up in the middle of the night, with someone shaking me awake. I was startled by the face of a disheveled Laura. "Cassie help!" she screamed.

Katie was not in her bed, since she was doing a late night study session with one of her friends, and probably fell asleep in the common room with her as always.

"What happened?!" I asked.

She frantically held onto me and showed me a necklace on her neck. It was a crystal like rock tied to a cloth like chain. "This necklace. It's dangerous." She said, and then handed me a note. And just then, she turned back to being dazed, and went back to sleep.

The letter stopped there. The location was unknown, but this was definitely shady. The description also matched the lady that I saw at Diagon Alley.

I thought hard on it. The lady, I'm sure I met her somewhere else too. THE MINISTRY! That's it. She was the one who tried to cast the spell on me.

If the lady I'm thinking of is the lady who did this to Laura, then she wasn't after anyone random. She was after me. And I don't know why. 

Where do I start? How do I start? These questions and many more, floated in my head. As I sat in my bed, and had a sleepless night.