"I hate you, I always will hate you." Or so he thought.
Little did Draco Malfoy know he would grow to admire y/n and respect her. Yet again that's No time soon. Or is it?
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Achievements (all thanks to you...
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•"Lord Voldemort- he's back"•
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I woke up, in a graveyard of some sort, it was familiar yet unfamiliar all at once, it was overwhelming.
Though as my eyes scanned the graveyard some more, I was quick to come to realization, this graveyard, this exact one, is the one where some of my dreams have taken place in.
It was all odd to me, I wanted to know where Harry was, and why I was in this god forbidden graveyard.
And that's when I heard it, a loud screech was heard from me behind me. I quickly turned my whole body in that direction, seeing both Harry and Cedric looking quite flustered.
"Y/n?" Harry asked, his gaze Curious. "Harry? What are you doing here?" I asked, my eyes going back and fourth in between Cedric and Harry.
"I-I could ask the same," Harry stuttered. "I-" I came to a brief pause not knowing how to explain it. "It's a lot, I'll explain later." I said, a nervous smile making its way to my lips.
"But what you do need to know, is that m-" I began, though immediately stopped when a roar croaked from behind me, then being followed up with a scream escaping both mine and Harry's lips.
My scar was burning, not just burning. It felt as though my whole arm was on fire. It was miserable. "Ah!" I winced, dropping to my knees.
"Y/n, Harry. Are you alright?" Cedric asked as he ran to my side, placing his arm on my shoulder. "Cedric it's-" I began, the pain becoming to unbearable.
"Cedric you need to run, go! Hide." I ordered, Cedric looked at me, quizzically. "Y/n, I'm not leaving you, or Harry." Cedric said, placing his hand on Harry's shoulder as well.
"Listen I know you've got your fucking Hufflepuff Loyalty or whatever but you need to go, go far. It's not safe." I managed to slur out, despite the undeniable pain in my left forearm.
"Y/n i-" Cedric began, though I cut him off once more. "Cedric— my fucking Merlin— just hide!" I exclaimed, luckily. This time, he did as he was told and walked away from me and Harry, taking place behind a gravestone.
I nodded in his direction, happy that he was finally out of the way and safe. Though there where more problems.
I stood back to my feet, looking in the direction of the large cauldron beside me. That's when I saw him. "Peter," I spoke irritably, my hand still held firmly around my forearm.
Though Peter didn't say anything, he simply croaked me a nasty smile as he looked down to whatever was in his hands, I looked down as well.
Whereupon I was met with the sight of a weak looking Voldemort, it was him, it was truly... him.
