dragonfly || d.m. [✔]

screams,

There is no great mystery in this world that is left uncovered for me to find an answer to. I have no reason to be born for, and I have all reasons to die. Yet, why did that blonde boy save me from my demons? Why would he after all I have done to him ever do anything for me?

I have ruined him and his life single-handedly, and I think he knows it. I wonder and think as I sit in an alleyway of a small, Muggle town. Madeline and the Potters left before me, and I can hardly blame them - the place was ruin, a dementor in the form of a house. Why did Draco live there - did he choose to just as he chose to take the Dark Mark? Did he choose to do anything at all, or was this life thrust upon him? 

Questions appear in my mind that terrify me - is he okay now; did the Dark Lord punish him; does he remember me? And most important of all, will he be punished because of me?

He will, of course, he will. The answer is clear yet I refuse to accept it. Should I go back? The thought terrifies me, haunting me. He asked me to come away. If I go back, there is no doubt that I shall die - but then again, with the battle looming ahead of us, I will anyway.

And, I make the most rash and brave decision of all: I will go back. I will go back for Draco Malfoy who confuses me and refuses to give up on me.

It was a bad, bad decision, but my life would have been worse had I not made it.

* * *

I walked towards the Manor, and I could hear screaming. I started running because that voice is familiar, I started running because if anything happens to the owner of the voice, I am not going to forgive myself. God help Voldemort for touching him.

I apparate into the gardens of Malfoy Manor from the Apparating Point. I ring the doorbell consistently, in hopes of getting someone to the door. A house-elf peeps out of the window but makes no move to open the door. Seeing no other way, I take my wand out and whisper, "Engorgio! " 

The door grows larger until it explodes, taking out some parts of the house's plaster as well. I do not care. The Cruciactus curse stops for a second and I see the victim fall to the ground - Draco Malfoy. 

I run towards him, and check his pulse immediately - his heart is still fighting to live. And then I look at his eyes, and I see recognition flash through them; but how? Something inside me reminds me, he won't forget you, he didn't forget you for six years when the world thought that you were dead. 

Then there are hands, grabbing and grappling my body, trying to capture me. My hands try to let me escape as I turn into a panther, my survival instincts kicking in.

"Petrificus Totalus! " someone screams, but I dive to a side to avoid the spell, my form completely changing.

I dodge spells, red and green, diving from side to side and leap straight onto Voldemort who was sitting in a throne-like contraption. The throne fell back from the impact of my body connecting with it, and Voldemort looked taken aback. He grabbed his wand, "Avada Kedavra! " I leap away just in time, my eyes glowing green with anger. The spell hits a Death Eater and he falls to the ground. I leap towards Voldemort again, knocking out another Death Eater who tried to stop me with a swipe of my paws.

I scratch his skull-like face, his Shielding Charm of no use to him. Just as I am about to give him the killing strike, the Death Eaters recover from their shock. Spells shoot towards me, and I know I will be trying to win a losing battle if I fight here anymore. Instead, I grab the back of Draco Malfoy's shirt in my mouth, with him still unconscious, and leap away and into the safety of the Muggle world.