L O Y A L; [d.m.]

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~Kat's POV~

Weeks passed and I barely spoke to Draco, let alone Harry, Ron and Hermione. I spent those weeks in the counsel of Dumbledore, Trelawney, and the library.

The dream felt so real to me. The heavy burden of Draco's body, the cold air when Voldemort held me in his arms, this hissing echoes still every time I close my eyes.

I hadn't slept in weeks. Dark bags under my eyes were forming and even though Draco was concerned about me, he didn't push the subject when I told him I was fine.

I was far from fine. Yesterday morning, I received a letter from my father requesting my presence as soon as I possibly could see him. I burned the letter immediately after reading the scribbling, but the words still haunt my mind.

Dumbledore thinks that my reoccurring nightmare is simply from the stress of taking on his task for me. He has reassured me that Voldemort has not returned for me. I know he's come back for Harry, but the only bought of me being a hostage of Voldemort makes me sick to my stomach.

Trelawney thinks the nightmare is a possible future. That one day, after successfully completing my task, that I saw my wedding reception, but the possibility of failure was the representation of Voldemort.

To me, it was all bullshit.

I found myself sitting in my chair after Snape dismissed class. I waved off Harry and gave Draco a soft smile while I waited for the room to clear. Snape stood in front of the dark wooden desk, arms crossed, and waited for me to speak.

"Something you need, Miss Turnwell?"

"I, um," I sigh before looking Snape in the eyes. "Just- have you talked to Dumbledore?"

"Yes. He seems not to be concerned with this nightmare of yours," Snape leans on the desk in front of mine. "I think it's merely your subconscious telling you to be careful."

"My subconscious?"

"Katrina, I have known you all of your life. You are the daughter that I never had, and... I am very fond of you," Snape began.

"Yes, I know Sev-"

"You put your entire heart into everything you do, no matter if it is an essay or taking on the task to save a young boy's life, you put everything you have into whatever it is.

"I know you care deeply for the Malfoy boy. As do we all. And I know he cares deeply for you. Do be careful. You've been dragged into something much bigger than yourself and Draco. I am afraid your life may be put at risk, and it will be you that decides if it's worth it or not.

"I might try reliving some past memories if I were you...if you need motivation to continue forward."

I packed my bag, thanked Snape, and ran to Granddad's office only to find myself alone with Fawkes. He has been gone a lot lately. I don't know what I have to do with Voldemort or if I have anything to do with him, but my main reason to save Draco is to save Dumbledore.

The pensieve sits in the corner of Granddad's office and as I stand over the clear water like liquid, I will some memory of Draco to come to my mind.

I place my wand to my temple and pull the memory out of my head and let it fall into the liquid before submerging my head.

Three Years Ago

"Sev-Professor Snape, if you would like to check my potion, I believe I'm finished," I say as Snape crosses the cold room. It's still hard to call my mentors by their preferred student-teacher name, but it's a habit I have to break. Snape walks up to me and drops a small leaf inside of my potion. A small smile forms on his face when the leaf disappears.