Hold me under the stars-Drarry

Chapter 81

(CHAPTER NOT EDITED)

Song=Dancing after death-stripped-Matt Maeson

(It's important to listen to the song)

Harry

I guess I've learned that fate will always have more in store for us than we seem to expect. Nothing can ever be perfect. Nothing can ever be peaceful. I guess it depends if you even believe in fate. But no matter whether something is supposed to happen or not, it does not make the pain hurt any less does it?

If I could go back and change what had happened I would've. But I can't, and now only the memories of that day are all I have left.

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Draco never texted me. When I'd finished Mrs. Maggs's class I'd checked my phone and found no text from him. Confusion had struck me. He would have arrived by now, wouldn't he?

I tossed myself onto the bed as soon as I reached the Burrow. I spent minutes, hours waiting for his reply. The nothingness seemed infinite. The waiting, the boredom, the longing.

At dinner, I even almost forgot him. God, I've blamed myself for that for a long time, blamed myself for getting briefly distracted, not knowing what was coming for me.

The twins had shared their idea about dropping out of school next year to open their own shop. Mrs. Weasley nearly choked on her mashed potato when they told her. Everyone laughed uncontrollably as her face turned red, as she told them that they should never ever make such foolish pranks on her by saying that. At last, she had given in and chuckled at her own saying.

That was the last time I had laughed for a long while. The last time a smile had curled on my lips. The last time I felt somehow at peace.

I had left the living room when everyone was done eating. I'd gone to my room while most of the family had stayed downstairs, turning on the news. I had looked again at my silent phone, not knowing that it would be useless.

I had been lost in my own thoughts. I almost hadn't noticed how the whole household had grown silent. How the chatter downstairs had stopped, how the sound of Mrs. Weasley humming to herself in the kitchen had stopped, how a whole shadow somehow had been lain upon the Burrow.

I had been on my way down to join the others when Ron had stopped me in the doorframe. His chest had been rising and falling quickly and his eyes stared me dead in the eye. I raised my eyebrows.

"Ron?"

"Harry, uhm, I think it's best if you'll just come downstairs." He'd said. His face had turned a bit paler, his whole expression completely numb. To this day, I still can't recall what that look on his face had been.

I sometimes wonder if anything would've been different if I hadn't met Ron in that doorframe? If anything would've changed?

"Okay," I had said, confused by the situation. I had been ready to find the twins hiding behind the corner, ready to scare me down the stairs, but no one was hiding when I exited the room. I had followed Ron downstairs and into the living room. The TV was still turned on, the sound filling the room.

I had looked around, finding everyone with the same expression as Ron. I didn't understand it then, and I wished I'd never learned why.

"What's going on?" I had asked.

Ginny had been the only one to give some kind of answer, as she looked at me and nodded towards the TV.

I wish I'd never turned my head. I should've known better.

At first, I didn't even register what the tall news reporter behind the screen was saying, but then I took a closer look and the words started to sink in.

"This Friday afternoon seemed like just a normal day to most people, but once again tragedy has stricken us. It seemed there has been a major accident on the motorway not long from Birmingham. We are talking about a van crashing into another car, approximately killing everyone within the vehicle. Apparently, it had been the man behind Maltech, Lucius Malfoy, and his wife and son, among their driver, sitting within the car when the crash had come. Our thoughts go out to all who knew them. Now the road had already been hectic all day and police had already been on the case trying to keep everyone in order."

I hadn't listened to the last part as I'd sunken to the floor.

"It was stated that the ambulance did everything they could, but no members of the family were alive when they were helped out of the completely crumpled car."

I didn't even realize I was yelling until arms grabbed me and tried to calm me down. I turned my head seeing, Ron's numb face behind me.

"It's not true! It's not true. They're lying!" I screamed into Ron's shoulder.

My throat was soaring, and I felt my phone buzz in my back pocket. "See, see it's probably him calling right now saying it's just a trick for the press."

But when I pulled out my phone it wasn't Draco's name that showed on the screen. It was Hermione's.

I picked it up and her voice immediately filled the too-silent room. "Harry, Are you okay? I've just seen what happened on the news. I'm so sorry."

I had let the phone drop out of my hand. It made a loud bump as it hit the floor. The only thing keeping my body from not doing the same was Ron lifting me with his arms keeping me upheld.

"It's not- It's not true." I had a hard time catching my breath. "They're lying, I'm sure of it."

Tears were streaming down my face, my head feeling like it was being pressed together by the walls of my skull.

My heart had shattered ages ago, and now the pieces were cutting every limb of my chest.

And then, finally, realization struck me. This was no con trick. There was no rewind button.

I had felt numb. Completely empty. My skin had been senseless. My ears shut off. My eyes had focused on the air before me. I'd wished I had stayed like that. In the gray zone, unable to feel it all. All the pain. But I hadn't. It had all struck me a thousand times over again.

And it didn't ever stop. It hadn't stopped when I'd fallen to the floor again. It hadn't stopped when I'd felt the agony burn up my skin, it hadn't stopped when I reached my bedroom. Hadn't stopped when I kept repeating the words over and over again. Like it would somehow make it untrue.

He was gone.

He was gone.

He was gone.

And then I would feel numb again. Like holding your breath. A small bit of peace, before letting it all in again. My whole body felt tight. My stomach churned. My heart felt non-existing. Like it had been torn out, with nothing to fill out the space.

I would never get to see his grey eyes again. Never feel his touch on my skin. Never hear the softness of his voice.

I would never take him to my parent's grave as we'd talked about. We would never again fight like hell was burning. He would never kiss me again. He would never look at me again, knowing that it was home.

He would never hold me under the stars again.

I don't know if I ever stopped screaming. I don't know if the room ever stopped spinning. I don't know how I ever reached daylight. My eyes stung as I closed them. I couldn't sleep. I couldn't do it, knowing he wouldn't be there when I woke up. That his heart wouldn't beat any more than mine would stop.

It was the same, over and over.

Only one thing remaining intact.

Draco Malfoy was gone. 

So, how are y'all. Also so sorry to do this to you, but the last to chapters MAY be a little delayed, due to the fact that I'll be quite busy for the next to weeks. But let's see... I'm doing my best not to let you hang by this chapter:)