Skill and Seclusion [2] || Harry Potter x OC x Draco Malfoy

162. Distanced

DISCLAIMER

I do not own Harry Potter ... but the angst is back baby

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The nightmare was always the same.

Voices – dozens of them – screamed her name. Over and over and over again.

Harry, Ron, Hermione.

Riley, Ollie, Tia.

Remus, Dumbledore, Sirius.

Lucas and Willow.

Cedric.

Draco.

And finally, Voldemort himself.

They each had a different tone of voice as they yelled for her.

Some were in pain, some were desperate, some were taunting.

Nothing she could do would stop them from screaming. Her own throat was always closed up, unable to make a sound.

She just had to sit there and listen, to watch as her mind replayed the darkest memories she had hidden away.

Cedric's lifeless body, her father killing her mother, Harry's soul being taken by the dementors, Hermione lying petrified, Ron being thrown to the ground, Barty Crouch Junior's sneering face as he cast unforgivable curse after unforgivable curse.

Then, she would feel it. That excruciating pain she had experienced over and over again.

It was so overwhelming, it never failed to be the thing to finally wake her from the nightmare, returning her to consciousness.

At that point, she would be free of the pain, only having to calm her rapid breathing and cool down.

But she found that this time was different. The pain was still there.

When her eyes shot open, Bel found herself lying on her bed in her room at headquarters.

A headache was one thing – this felt as though someone had slammed an axe down into her skull and was sawing it back and forth.

However, the worst of it was coming from her torso. A sharp stabbing pain was emitting from the area right underneath her left ribcage, spreading around her side to her back.

Slightly confused, Bel lifted the bedsheet up and pulled back the mustard yellow jumper with a black 'B' sewn on the front to see her torso wrapped entirely in white bandage.

How did that get there?

A question she soon got an answer to as her memories returned to her.

Reeter's house, the Death Eater, the spell, the blood.

Bel moved to sit up in her bed, hissing at the movement on her injury, having panic return to her.

Was Remus alright?

Had Cade Reeter fully escaped?

Had Dumbledore been told about the attack?

Were they aware another ally had now become an enemy?

"You're awake."

The voice came from her right side, and Bel turned her head to look in the corner of her room.

Sat on a small chair was Harry Potter.

Your distraction.

Remember?