Star-Crossed | Draco Malfoy

.05

Natalie

Vernon was true to his word.

In just three days they all had left Little Whining and had arrived on a little rock of an island, somewhere just off the coast.

They stayed in a tall rickety shack, for lack of a better word.

The minute they stepped foot on that island and Natalie looked at the cabin, she decided there was no way to call that thing a house.

It looked as though the wind might blow it over with a single gust.

At the current moment, however, all of her thoughts were completely disproven.

It was in the middle of the night, Dudley and the other Durselys were dead asleep in the middle of the raging storm battering the shack.

She and Harry were sharing a tattered old, moth-bitten blanket and had been fighting to sleep for what seemed like hours.

But the press of the uncomfortable sandy ground into their backs proved to make it a difficult feat.

Harry had given up, but Natalie still lay on her side, attempting to force herself into the reaches of her dreams.

She'd found herself enjoying them as of late. They weren't the harrowing nightmares she was so used to.

Some were warm, almost carrying a feeling of home about them.

The one she'd grown most attached to was the one of the field of wildflowers and that old dilapidated mansion.

And the boy. A boy she could never quite concretely make out as he was somehow always distorted, always blurry in these images flicking in her mind's eye.

But he was there nonetheless. And she felt like she'd known him for centuries. For all her life and maybe then some.

A laugh swept through those dreams. Her's was recognisable, but his was familiar and unfamiliar at the same time.

The warmest spring breeze coating her skin and brushing her bones. Then always, the dream ended just as abruptly as it had begun.

Without warning. And she was left in the agony of the real world.

But tonight she hadn't even seen a glimpse of that rolling field, and the thought of it almost had sorrow welling in the pit of her stomach. Like she was missing an old friend.

Dudley was knocked out cold on the couch above the twins, despite the raging winds and rain and the thunder pelting the house from all sides.

Natalie turned herself over, grumbling and groaning a string of complaints as she heaved herself onto her elbows, curious to see what her brother had been doing this whole time.

"Harry..." She whispered, sighing as she rubbed her bleary eyes, "What on earth are you doing?"

"Look." He turned to her, smiling softly as he pointed to a drawing he'd etched into the sandy ground above their heads.

A birthday cake scrawled into the dirt, reading Happy Birthday Harry and Natalie.

Warmth spread through her chest as she gazed at it. Bless her brother's pure soul.

"Has..." She laid her head on his shoulder, grinning wide and unrestrained, "This is wonderful."

It didn't matter that the cake wasn't real. Her brother had made it, for them both and that was far sweeter than any icing or sugary sponge.