Silvermade || Draco Malfoy x Reader

Chapter 85 - The Graveyard

Y/N's POV

My eyes fluttered open as soon as I regained my consciousness. However, I found myself struggling to move. I looked down and saw that I was tightly bound by ropes and my feet were dangling in the air. Instantly, I felt fear creeping up on me as tears filled my eyes.

"Help!" I cried out. "Help me!"

There was no answer. I was alone.

My surroundings were dark, and it took a few minutes for my eyes to adjust to only slightly make out where I was.

I was floating in the middle of a graveyard, overgrown with moss and ivy. There were several grave stones below me that had tilted and sunken into the ground, and some of them had sunken further down and became partly hidden. There were also a couple of mausoleums and vaults, and the most opulent of them was a large marble headstone with a huge stone statue of the Angel of Death atop it. The angel bore a raised scythe in its right hand and featured a skull face and skeletal hands.

I shuddered as I looked away from it, shutting my eyes as I tried to remember what happened before I ended up here. My thoughts were a bit muddled at first, but just as I was about to remember, I heard a cracking sound just a few metres away. I immediately opened my eyes and tried to see whatever it was, but it was too dark. Fresh tears ran down my cheeks as I felt fear envelop me once again.

I heard two sets of footsteps nearing me as I watched helplessly and with panic at whoever the newcomers were. To my relief, they were two people I swore on my life would never hurt me.

I locked eyes with Cedric as he stared up at me in horror.

"Y/N!" He yelled as he rushed forward. Harry was momentarily confused, but as he looked up and saw the state I was in, he ran behind Cedric hurriedly.

Cedric quickly casted a counter-spell to cease me from levitating, and I was dragged down slowly to the ground. Harry freed me from the ropes and I was trembling as I fumbled out of them. I almost fell to the ground due to the weakness I felt in my legs, but Cedric caught me just in time.

"What happened?!" Cedric asked, his voice filled with worry.

"I...I don't know." I said in between tears. "I can't...I can't fully remember how I got here."

"Where is here, exactly?" Harry said as he looked around.

I shook my head as I buried my face in Cedric's shoulders, still trembling from fear.

"Someone's coming." Cedric whispered urgently as he tried to help me up my feet.

I tensely lifted my head, and squinted at the darkness. A cloaked figure was drawing nearer, walking steadily towards us, making its way through the graves.

"Ah. You freed her." The figure said. I couldn't help but notice that the voice sounded familiar.

I saw Harry go rigid as we watched the figure. None of us could make out a face, but from the way it was walking, and holding its arms, we all could tell that it was carrying something. As the spaces between us closed, I could just make out the thing in the person's arms — it was a baby...or maybe merely a bundle of robes?

Cedric's hold on me tightened as we all exchanged worried glances and quizzical looks.

It stopped beside the towering marble headstone with the Angel of Death on top of it, only about six feet away from us. And then suddenly, without warning, Harry fell and started thrashing on the ground, screaming as he clutched his forehead.

"Harry!" I exclaimed as I rushed to his side, with Cedric doing the same.

The hooded figure suddenly raised its wand and aimed it at Cedric.