When Hogwarts reopened its gates after the war, Draconia returned with silence as her only companion.
As she tries to gain his footing in the midst of the aftermath of war, with memories haunting her every step, and the Potter's obsession. She had t...
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F R E E F R E E P A L E S T I N E
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Chapter 10
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Draconia took a moment to admire the sky's mood; it was heavy with gray clouds and large flakes of snow were drifting softly toward the frosted ground, blanking Hogwarts and the mountains around it white.
It was the first kiss of snow to the Hogwarts grounds, behind Draconia, the huge cat left deep foot prints on its wake, following her through the outlines of the Forbidden forest, looming over her shadow in a protective manner, very alert to their surroundings.
Draconia was holding a plate full of bacon and half cooked meat with a heavy heart as she went deeper till all she could see was bare branches and frozen ice and layers upon layers of white snow. The more she walked into the forest, the darker it got. Something magical about it that helped the hidden secrets of dark unknown creatures to roam freely without the disturbance of light. Once she reached a good spot, she stopped and looked around her when the era looked familiar enough.
Draconia took a deep breath, before levitating the plate of food and lowered it near a fallen tree truck. She looked back at the huge cat. As if feeling Draconia's gaze, it looked over at her, carefully running his tongue over dark whiskers.
Draconia nudged it a bit harshly with her boots, eyes sad and misty as she looked at the cat.
“Go,” she thrust her chin toward the dark depth of the Forest. The cat flicked its ears and sat on the ground, still watching her with agonizing familiar green eyes.
Draconia, who couldn't bear to look into those eyes, huffed in disguised annoyance at herself, and nudged it again. “Go to your family. Don't you miss them?"
The cat looked at the heavy blanket of snow surrounding them for a moment, eyes sharp. Then it got up with a graceful swift, and started to move toward the thick branches of the Forbidden forest. It was physically painful watching it leave, making Draconia feel the heavy weight of the thought of going back to her loneliness and painfully ordinary life with no Potter to be obsessed with.
In a way, it strangely reminded her of the way Potter had left her standing there in the library, surrounded by scattered parchments and a heavy, wounded heart.
“I have to let it go, like I— like I let him go,” she whispered to herself softly, eyes glazing with remorse and pain. Draconia left with slumped shoulders then and furiously blinked the burning in her eyes, cursing inwardly her stupid fragile emotions and Potter's stupid disappearance. She was fooling herself, that she could bear when her nights would, once again, get lonelier and her days dragged on; endless, monotonous and pointless in their ennui.
