Unwritten Destiny | Drarry

Chapter 12

The last few days since the attack had been awful. I was barely sleeping. When I did, I was plagued by nightmares or another vision. The nightmares were particularly nasty. Even if they weren't as realistic as the visions, I would wake terrified either way.

After the attack it was as if my mind had been thrown back at those vision of my future as a death eater. Even if now, I was safe, and everything was different. The images I tried to ignore kept haunting me. The screams of agony of the torture people, my own screams of pain, my mother's pleas and that twisted face of You-Know-Who kept repeating in my dreams.

Sometimes, I would be back at the manor relieving the awful screams of those tortured souls, trying to escape the place but always ending back at the same place. Eventually, I would be face to face with You-Know-Who. Most of the times, my father was right next to him pointing his wand at me. Sometimes, Bellatrix Black would appear, her manic laugh echoing in the walls.

It became a habit to wake up drenched in sweat, my heart pounding so violently I thought it might burst from my chest. There was one nightmare in particular that terrified me. I was looking at myself in the mirror. I see myself, cloaked in black and a mask hiding my face. You-Know-Who would be right beside me, with a hand in my shoulder and a twisted smile.

Then, there was the new vision that kept replaying constantly during my sleep. It occurred at an old cemetery. The graveyard was deathly quiet, save for the distant rustle of leaves and the occasional hoot of an owl. The air seemed to thrum with an unnatural energy, and I felt a chill run down my spine.

Peter Pettigrew was there, the same man rumored to be dead, the same one that everyone including me believed had been killed. His rat-like features contorted with a mix of fear and anticipation. He carried a bundle in his arms — a grotesque, infant-like creature that sent waves of revulsion through me. I knew who that thing in his arms was: You-Know-Who.

Harry Potter was there too, his eyes wide with confusion and fear. He was dusty and sweaty. He was wearing something different, it had the colors of his house, looked like some time of uniform. There was a cup a few feet from him. The cup's handles, shaped like dragon wings, it glowed in a blue color.

This vision repeated quite a few times in the last days. It was always the same. I didn't see nothing much than that. So, I didn't have any clue of what was about. I waited for anything new to appear in the vision. But it didn't, only the same thing over and over. Maybe it was because the future wasn't clear enough yet. Or maybe the visions were just vague. It made me remember mothers' words about the visions not being always precise.

I can't remember the last time I had a peaceful night's sleep. Every time I close my eyes, the darkness wraps around me like a suffocating shroud, dragging me into an abyss of twisted visions and chilling nightmares.

The toll on my mind and body is undeniable. Sleep has become an enemy, a gateway to my deepest fears. I avoid it, staying up as long as I can until exhaustion claims me. But even then, sleep offers no respite, only more horrors. My eyes had dark circles etched beneath them. No skincare in the world could fix it, only a good night of sleep.

To make matters worse, I received a letter from Blaise as soon as I arrived from the World Cup. He told me everything that happened on his met with Theo. Asked me to meet him at his house on the weekend – it's today. I felt relieved that he reached Theo. But on the other hand, I felt extremely guilty, this feeling was eating me up.

I couldn't shake the image from my mind. The vision of Mr. Nott anger, the way his face contorted in rage, and the way he lashed out at Theo. It played on a loop in my head, tormenting me with every passing second. I had seen it, I had known it would happen, and I did nothing. What would he think if he knew? Would he think I didn't care? Would he feel abandoned by the one person who could have stopped it?