The Cabin | D.M 18+

S E V E N T Y - E I G H T

I'm not sure. I'm sorry if this sucks.

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- BELLE -

At first there was everything, then there was nothing.

There was no clock, yet I could still hear the time shoot by as if it were a race car. Half an hour felt like seven hours. And sometimes, an hour felt like two minutes.

The world was in an all time chaos.

Babajide steps forward with a heavy stomp, "Voldemort," he lifts his chin, a long wooden staff swinging in his hold, "enough is enough."

"Nothing will ever be enough." Voldemort looks him up and down, "Your appearance truly startles me."

"You don't say? I like to make villains worried. Especially since this war was won fairly easily. Your people don't hold their own."

Voldemort's jaw rolls, "What does Draco Malfoy have that Albus Dumbledore doesn't? You could've fought me back in ninety-eight."

Babajide purses his lips.

"Were you scared then? That you had to wait all these years?" It was as if the taunting was sucking the time out of their world.

Because everything happened so quickly. Death or not. Amber alert or present, Voldemort seemed to have a passage of utilising time to his advantage regardless if there was a time turner in his grasp or not.

It only raised the question as to what he was trying to kill it for; if he lost the war, what other things did he have up his sleeve?

What else was there that we hadn't considered?

"Dumbledore's intention went further than your defeat. His wrongdoings spoke louder than his words, I don't defend traitors and those who deceit." Babajide corrects mighty confidence. Spoken like a true leader.

Harry.

It had to be the case of Babajide's certainty.

I remember Severus mentioning it once back in the cabin with Narcissa and Hermione back in Loch Lomond.

Physically in that time frame, I wasn't there. But Severus told us about the interaction he had with the old wizard and how he noticed he was raising Harry to be slaughtered like a pig.

He knew of his death, he knew he was one of the horcruxes, he knew everything and told Harry nothing.

And it amazed me how even one of the greatest wizard's favourites wasn't under the protection that was promised.

Draco originally had been offered that help at the astronomy tower where he was killed. Harry told me exactly what happened when he witnessed it all. But of course Malfoy being Malfoy, he rejected.

I thought it was due to the fact that it was an ego superiority where now I've realised that it had been because Draco was too smart to throw trust into someone as foolish.

It made sense.

If he couldn't trust Voldemort with great power, what was to say that Dumbledore had been the same?

All he needed was to trust himself.

"Your decisions interest me, Babajide." Voldemort stresses his concern.

How can a world have all the things to help, all the things to give and love, yet, there are so many who have empty shelves? Whether it is food, clothing, a home– a life.

"And Draco is not one of them?" Voldemort half snorts, "He used to be one of my most lethal assassins."

"By your threat. Not by choice."