✓ WE NEVER SLEEP, draco malfoy

F I F T Y

"i've stopped being sorry for all my soft."

— unknown

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It was March when things began to go wrong. So terribly, horrifically, freakishly wrong.

Rowan had ben having dreams of dying, of nightmares with fresh horrors she could only assume were from her heightened anxiety. Things had been going too well at home and now, now of course, it was all boiling over her perfect head.

Florence holding her hand out with a smile, telling her it was okay, everything would be okay. Marlena and Bowen, watching with proud faces and nodding, giving her reassurance that this would only be painful for a little.

It wouldn't last because nothing ever did.

Blood spilling over hands, blood spilling past lips, blood spilling across sand.

She knew Draco could sense there was a wrongness coming, that their peace would soon be broken up. Every time they laid together in each other's arms, they could feel the ruin making its way towards them. It would all be inevitable.

She'd been having dreams of beaches for far too long, childhood trauma aside. It was being replayed through her mind, through her dreams, for years. She'd known all along what the fates had instore.

Word came to the Manor immediately and they were alerted that Snatchers had caught him, they'd done the unimaginable and caught Harry Potter but there was a catch, because there always was. 

They were one hundred percent positive it was him. Something about a jinxed face and they weren't sure if the boy they had with them was the boy who lived.

Rowan's heart was stuck in her throat for the majority of the day until she felt magic spill through the air and cracks erupt in the atmosphere. It had only been a brief moment before the Manor fell into chaos, that Xenophilius Lovegood had apparently spoken the dark lord's true name, calling snatchers and Death Eaters to his home.

Rowan wanted to strangle the man for betraying her friends but he was doing anything he could to save his daughter, who still resided within the dungeons. Although Rowan made sure their prisoners were treated fairly and had proper food and water, it was difficult to visit most days. The Death Eaters were filtering in and out of the Manor, as was Voldemort. It was too dangerous to show the other side Rowan was playing.

Rowan and Draco were lost in his bedroom studying old texts about dark magic and ways to conceal themselves completely from Voldemort's power when the Snatchers arrived in a fit of yelling and curses.

Rowan recognized the voices of her friends instantly and Draco had to catch her by the wrist to stop her from running out to them.

Remain calm. Remain collected.

She left the bedroom with Draco, her sleeves pulled down her arm to conceal the burning mark that seemed to ache and pull her skin taut whenever she thought too long about Harry as she walked down the steps. There was a sinking feeling in her gut as she took each and every stair but when she saw them, her friends, being held back by lowlife Death Eaters she nearly faltered.

"Let us go!" cried Hermione, thrashing about in the arms of Greyback who smiled awful spiked teeth. 

"Better quiet down now," purred Lucious from where he stood protectively by his wife. "Don't want to bring darling Bella."