The Cabin | D.M 18+

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- BELLE - 

"Oh my God,"

We both stare, all other forms of English stripped and torn. A new one wouldn't have been able to form. I can barely process it. My mind is conducted of seventy personalities clashing- asking the same questions in their own individual way.

Narcissa Malfoy is alive.

Breathing, blinking. Staring at me as if she'd seen a werewolf.

Her eyes travel over my face until they reach my hips where her eyes sphere. Widening the door, she takes my wrist and I'm shocked to see her skin is as cold as Draco's before she yanks me inside and slams it shut.

"You're alive." I say hazily, lips parted.

This had to be a dream. There was no way she survived the attack. From the attack that Draco described, death had been her destiny. Then again so was mine. She must've sought help before the last seen hours of her presence was inked.

Her frame appeared impeccable. Suited in a long, black laced dress that kissed her ankles, thin leather heeled boots that gave her a few extra inches in height. Now eye level with me. Hair thicker and eyes curious. And although her skin was alabaster, she still looked incredibly young.

The blessings of the great beyond had been on her side.

"That dagger-" She whispers, her eyes not once leaving my hip, "-where did you get it?"

Narcissa tried not to sound desperate but I could see the panic in her eyes. She pointed her wand at me to shear a warning.

"Woah- Draco gave me his dagger-" I held up my hands. But she seemed unconvinced.

With a harder look, her tone dropped colder than the snow outside, "Draco would never."

"He gave it to me when he saved my life, I-" Gloss started to sting my eyes. I wanted to say it, but I couldn't. It still stung. "I-"

"Saved your life from who?"

Her interrogation was expected. But my tears were not. And the sudden gush from cold to warmth had my body in a continuous fanatic shock. My mind was an earthquake, ready to crack and drop and I let my emotions compel me into wreckage.

"I don't know his name, but he works for Voldemort," Narcissa pales yet I continue, "Draco has saved my life s-so many times and n-now he's gone."

"What do you mean he's gone? Is he alive?" Her worry became bold.

I nod, but my chin has already fallen pit to the trembles and the tears are endless. My throat burns again as though I've swallowed hot coals. I'm struggling to breathe and Narcissa notices it despite the threat I impose to her. The weight on her shoulders drops. As though she fights the urge to curse me or coddle me.

"He's alive. But he's not my Draco. N-Not anymore." Head shaking, I let the tears fall as they burned my eyelids, "I don't understand what Voldemort has done to him but he doesn't look at me the same way anymore."

Narcissa stills. Drops her wand as the wrinkles of confusion protrude her forehead, "What about Astoria?"

Pain punches my stomach at the mention of her name. It's as though she's inescapable and I'm imprisoned. And the repetition of her name is a continuous stab in the stomach, a reminder that I never got him first. He was in love with someone else before me. After all, I am his shadow. An expected secret that no one but Theo knows of.