All Our Broken Pieces

Chapter 29

"Oh.. well that's a lot to take in."

I stared at the floor in disbelief. Thoughts raced through my head.

"Yes well I suggest you think long and hard about joking on joining The Dark Lord whilst you're in the hospital wing Miss Goldhunt."

"No, Lorenzo and Draco are taking care of me, there's not really an acceptable explaination for these injury's Snape so unless you want to come up with a story, I think it would be best if you just let me go back to them."

He grunted in dispproval before shooing me away. Now the adrenaline rush had worn off, the pain in my stomach began to take a heavy toll on me and I stumbled my way out of Snapes coold, damp office.

Only to open the door to the face I least wanted to see. Mattheo.

I rolled my eyes and prepared myelf for the questioning and lecture to come.

"Let me help you back." he said, soflty before he apparated us back outside of Draco's room, my feet lightly touching the cold concrete slabs, making me realise he was lifting me.

"What are you doing?" I asked sleepily.

"I know your feet get cold." He said sheepishly before tapping on the door sharply and setting me down, skulking away before it opened.

Oh...

"How was it?" Enzo asked immediately.

I staggered to the bed, two strong sets of arms helping me there. "Fine."

I grunted and held my wound as they lay me back down, Draco lifting his wand and starting the healing enchantments as I fell asleep.

He really should pursue that as a career...

Less than a week later, only a scarring scab was left of my fatal wound, and I was almost ready to begin my lessons with Snape.

I hadn't told anybody yet and to be fully honest, it was nice. I was looking forward to something that I knew my friends would disapprove of, but, I was really excited about.

Over my week of rest I had taken some time to do some research on the history of dark energy manipulation and how it could be used.

Snape wasn't wrong, once I had full control, I could be so dangerous.

There was so much to learn but I was so entrigued, I could stay up all night on one part of it.

What I knew so far is that it was very rare and had a long list of applications. Because dark energy was so similar to dark matter, which makes up around 68.3% of the universe, and is the main cause of its expansion, there were so many was in which a witch or wizard could use it.

For example, they could take in dark energy and store it to use at a later time or amplify the effects of dark energy. It could even be used for flight.

In my first few lessons, I was set writing and research work on ways to learn control, for example, dark energy philosophy or umbrageous teleportation in which you connect with the shadows and dakrness to fully understand their connections and the full usage  of their powers.

I explained that the times that I have used it have been times of extreme, negative emotions.

"Channel those feelings, relive the exact moment that it snapped. That split second when you let your guard down, and all your power was released."

I saw Alex, lifeless, limp, on his bedroom floor. Deep blue eyes wide open, drained of all happiness that once lived within him.

The backs of my eyes began to burn and my fingertips tingled.

All my senses drowned me, Snapes voie shouting at me that I was weak, not good enough, a failure, it was all white noise, a muffle.

It was exhilerating, I felt the power sear through my veins.

I tried to connect with the darkness, to start to understand its intricate magic.

I was soon snapped out of my new experience, it felt surreal, coming back. My body felt heavy, it was a chore to move anything in that moment.

"You're pathetic." Snape spat.

"I'd like to see you try and do better."

"Do you want my help or not Miss Goldhunt? because if the answer is yes, you better watch your tone with me."

He paced his office.

"And keep your eyes open next time."

I took a deap breath, the cool air filling me with energy, and tried again.

And again.

And again.

And again.

And again.

It felt like I hadn't left the dungeon in days, I knew nobody would notice if I didn't though as it was now half term, and most of the students had returned back to their families at home.

But this had to be done.

My plan had to work.

It had to.

Having this skill was a vital piece and it probably wouldn't work without it.

So I tried again.

My task was simple, summon the energy, aim it at the bottle.

Simple right?

I attempted a new memory today, one I had kept locked away, forgotten.

Alex and I were very young when our parents left us, I was four, he was barely a month old. I remember the day I watched them walk to me to door of the foster home, although their faces blurry, and voices ever changing. I'm not even sure it's real.

Maybe I convinced myself it was a long time ago.

It still rips me into pieces.

I had been trying to smash this bottle for almost three fucking weeks now, it had to be today.

I put myself in that place, outside the foster home, desperately clinging onto my baby brother, my pink coat zipped up around me.

I saw my parents drive away, leaving me all alone.

The burning that I now knew so well arrived, I opened my eyes as I envisioned the energy, gushing through my veins. Fighting to get to my fingertips.

A black cloud swelled in my palms and I turned them to face the emerald glass sat on the desk.

Using all my strength, I forced it from within me, watching it reach out in branches, intertwining with each other. Edging closer and closer the that bastard bottle.

I watched with intent until I was sure I had tipped it over. Relieving myself of the energy, whipping my head around to see Snape staring in disbelieved.

I did it...