Control [Drarry]

Chapter Four

I wake up to loud shuffling around me, everyone is getting out of their beds and getting ready for breakfast, I turn over trying to block out the world for at least another 20 minutes. There is no point in going to breakfast myself its not like it will change anything. After 25 minutes I drag my aching body out of bed and do my usual morning routine.

I let my fringe fall in front of my eyes not bothering to gel it. It's not like I have anyone to answer to about my appearance anymore. Not that it matters nothing I do could make me look remotely good.

I leave the Slytherin dorms and make my way to my first lesson. Potions. Ever since getting back, all I have wanted to do is blend in however I constantly feel as though there are always eyes piercing me, holding judgment against me, I feel as though one possible thing I do wrong will lead to everyone finding out about me.

No matter what happens I need to keep this a secret and keep the monster at bay.

I'm first to enter the cold potions classroom and the professor was just entering the room from his office. He sends a slight glare in my direction. then quickly gathers his papers ready for the lessons ahead. I put my head down, I feel ashamed he definitely knows. Snape is one of my father's closesed friends.

Groups of people start flocking into the classroom and split off into their own friend groups at each desk, the one by me saying vacant. I sigh, of course.

Five minutes go by and Potter stumbles into the classroom late as usual. At least not everything has changed.

"I'm-I'm sorry I'm late Professor"

"Sit down you inarticulate bubble, 10 points from Gryffindor."

Harry mutters something under his breath and looks up presumably for a free seat. Looking next to me he sighs and takes the only vacant space. I move up the bench a little so that there was a decent amount of space between us and continued with the lesson.

"Today you will be concocting an antidote that cures common poisons, begin."

We quietly made the potion assigned for us to make. Harry prepares the Bezoar, mistletoe berries and unicorn hair, whilst I set up the cauldron and mix the ingredients as instructed in the book.

"Shit," Harry mutters next to me, suddenly the knife that Harry was using for the ingredients slips and cuts the tip of his finger, it clatters on the desk when he drops it. The metallic scent fills my nose, the blood lust comes apparent as my fangs extend.

I turn my head away from him and place my hand over my mouth to cover. I look at Snape for permission to leave, he just snarls and nods his head towards the door indicating that I can leave. I stumble out of my seat and rush out of the dungeons to the bathroom a few floors up just to be sure that I'd be as far enough away from people as possible.

Tripping over my feet I make it to the bathroom on the 3rd floor. No one comes in here so I should be safe. I run the tap and fill the whole sink with water, I desperately splash the water over my face, trying to get rid of the monster climbing out of me.

I collapse into tears. I don't know how much longer I can cope.

(time skip)

I walk through the long empty corridors. This big castle is filled with so many people, happy, with big hopes and dreams for the future, friends laughing and smiling as they walk past in their groups, families to write to at the end of everyday telling them of the exciting things, wonderous things that occur in their lives at Hogwarts.

As people start leaving their classes and walk past me not even giving me a glance it finally puts things into perspective.

It's a wonder how one can feel so lonely when surrounded by so many.

I continue down the hall, striding in my steps. I don't want to give off any impression to others that something is off with me. With the amount of shit I have caused in the past due to my bullying of others they would use anything against me. God I hope Blaise and Pansy or any of the death eaters haven't leaked anything about me to anyone. Most of the death eaters come from upper class backgrounds filled with lavish, luxury and wealth, meaning that most of them are involved with the ministry in some way and they have direct contact with Dumbledore and other professors in this school. If any of them find out I'd be kicked out for sure and with nowhere to go.

I keep going until I come across a door that appears in front of me in the wall. The room of requirement. I heard of this place last year where Potter and groups that consisted of his strange friends used to sneak in here.

I enter the old oak door and as it creeks open I get a look of the masses of objects piled all on top of each other. Things with nowhere to belong, just like me.

I walk around the room just observing all these wonderous objects. Abandoned. As I stride around the room I come across an old mirror.

As I slowly approach the mirror the image of me seems to change. No longer is my skin sickly looking, no longer do I look so scrawny and underweight, I smile suddenly I realize no longer do I have fangs. That was when I understand what this object must be, I've read about it in one of the many books I owned when I lived in the manor. I remember it saying that the reflection shows you what you desire the most.

The mirror of Erised.