𝐑𝐞𝐚𝐜𝐡𝐢𝐧𝐠 𝐘𝐨𝐮 || 𝐃.𝐌

𝐕𝐈𝐗

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—Y/n's POV—

"Where were you last night?" Luna asked as we walked through the corridor filled with students who were heading to their next class after their first class this morning.

The corridor was quite noisy with all the chattering and footsteps of the students. It was already around 10:00 when the class ended and some students were quickly waking to their next class while some were not. The corridor was illuminated by the sunlight coming through the glass-stained windows, and I was told that these weren't used to be stained windows but clear. The colours were reflected on the floor and walls. Students looked like they had just come out of a waterfall of rainbow. It was dreamy, enchanting as I should say. Then there I caught a glimpse of a blond young man, whose hair was almost white as the snow, staring in our direction and meeting my y/e/c-coloured ones.

It was like it was only him, whom I could see, despite the students flocking around the corridor. It was as if I was lost in a maze as I stared at those eyes, those bluish-grey eyes. So beautiful yet frightening. I couldn't find any answer to his intentions. That gaze was different from our gaze of hatred.

So...averted my eyes and looked back at Luna, whose words had become vague to my ears. Guilt rushed through my body for not hearing the entire conversation, especially when she had asked me for my opinion about a magical creature she spoke of.

"I'm sorry, Luna. I kind of detached from myself." I said apologetically. "If I may ask what was the topic about?"

"Do not worry, I forgive you." She smiled, and her dreamy voice stayed the same. "What I was saying was about thestrals being beautiful, though people see them as terrifying creatures. But in truth, they're quite very clever and most importantly, they're very gentle."

"I do find them fascinating creatures and..." As we walked past him, his strong scent lingered around my nose, making me almost look at him but I just fought the urge back and continued with the conversation. "And they are truly enchanting too. Although, many do find them a remembrance of someone's death they have witnessed."

"You're quite right. People really do find them a remembrance of someone's death."

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Pepper, my cat, has been getting along with Crookshanks. Both of them were always playfully biting each other's ear and would somehow sleep on one's stomach or the other. Hermione finds Pepper quite adorable and says that he looks calmer than Crookshanks, who tends to be playful. She told me that Crookshanks would even place a dead mouse on her book on the nightstand.

We sat by at the shore of the black lake, with a Willow Tree sheltering our heads. An old wood we sat on had mushrooms growing on it. Poisonous they are and had killed a bird who had taken a bite of it. We tried to save it, the bird, but we were too late.

"Perhaps it's best that we should bury the bird..." There was a hint of sadness in her voice as I nodded in response.

Surely, it's very likely that if Pepper and Croonkshanks saw the dead bird, they would play with it or even eat it. It would be disgusting for us to witness.

"Maybe under that tree." I pointed at the oak tree nearby us with a rose bush surrounding it.

"It's a perfect burial place for the bird because of the roses." She smiled. "Come one." She stood up from the old log as I carried the bird in the palm of my hands and followed Hermione.

We sat in front of the tree, with our knees pressed unto our chest, as Hermione dug a hole, perfect for the bird, and I carefully placed it there. After laying the bird down on its grave pit, my forearm brushed on the rose bush and got scratched by its thorn, leaving my skin with a small wound. It was bleeding. Then suddenly, something flashed into my eyes, a memory, I presume, but I knew it wasn't mine. I have never witnessed or have been in the same place as the memory I have seen. It was a bit blurry but somehow familiar. I...I was wounded in the same forearm, in the exact part. I knew it was me but how is that even possible? Why did I see the same man I saw in those uncanny dreams wrapping his handkerchief on my wound?

Then my heart began to pound fast and loud, and I could only hear ringing in my ears until I could hear Hermione's voice, echoing and calling my name.

"Hey." She placed her hand on my shoulder, snapping me out from being out of touch with the real world. "Are you alright? You seem to be staring at your wound too much. Does it hurt badly?" Worry was laced in her voice. "Or were you sad about the bird?"

"It's nothing, Mione." I wiped the blood off from the wound with my handkerchief and noticed the sky was turning grey, carrying heavy drops of water ready to pour onto land, to make the dry lands wet and to feed the thirsty plants. "We should go back inside before it rains."

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It was raining in the middle of the night and I could not find any right comfortable position to make me sleep. Luna was already sleeping, with a Quibbler resting on her stomach. She had fallen asleep while reading it. I tried again to roll around, facing my cat sleeping on my chair, but it didn't help me. I have been thinking a lot about it, thinking about what had just flashed in my eyes earlier this afternoon. The way his cold hands were touching my forearm gave me such comfort I had never felt before. It was as if I felt safe with that man. It was like I missed that person with no exact reason why.

I never have met him before, but only met him in my dreams.

I got out of my bed and tiptoed my way to the door whilst putting on my sweater then left the room.

After minutes of walking around the corridor, I found myself gazing at the rain from one of the windows from the corridor that leads to the Transfiguration Classroom. The trees were being poured by the rain and puddles were forming in the courtyard. It was a cold evening and the wind was blowing mildly. I stepped back away from the window to prevent myself from getting wet.

The smell of the rain was comforting and even its droplets on the ground and roof were music to my ears. It somehow made me forget what my concern was earlier.

Then there I heard a clattering sound of a lap that made me turn in the direction where the light was. From that moment on, I knew it may have been Filch and his odd cat. So I ran, trying to escape. But he had seen me and I could hear his footsteps becoming faster.

He didn't shout the famous line that Harry told me, the one that goes 'Students out of Bed!' line. Maybe he had chosen not to for tonight.

As I was about to grab the door to the Central Hall, he suddenly grabbed my wrist and pulled me, causing me to face him, as he raised his lamp up to my face.

No. It wasn't Filch at all...It was...

"Walking around at this hour, Riviere?" I hate the way that smirk always appears on his lips. "Don't you know the rules?"

"Shouldn't you be asking yourself that too, Malfoy?" I pulled my wrist from his hand.

"I have just gone to the library. Therefore, I have a library pass, and not to mention, I am a prefect." He scoffed, his smirk was still evident on the corner of his lips. "Needless to say, I can just report you."

Then there I stepped on his foot after noticing someone coming in this way. So I ran away, leaving him groaning from the pain I had given him.