The Dark Mark (The Girl Who Lived part II)

The Unfriendly Fiendfyre

**Draco's Point of View**

Potter grabbed a hold of my hand and hoisted me up onto the back of his broom. By now, the Vanishing Cabinet was nearly reduced to rubble. I stared hard into the flames, but there was no movement whatsoever besides the sizzle and crackle of the fire. Once we reached safety out of the Room of Requirement, I shoved Potter off the broom. It may have been too late for Crabbe, but it couldn't be for her. She had to be alive. I made a 180 degree turn, so I now faced the inflamed Room of Requirement. I was about to take off when Oliver Wood flew in above at lightening speed into the room, the doors closing behind him, and disappeared not a moment after. I unmounted the broom and beat my fists on the now nonexistent door as if that'd make the door return. "Scarlet!" I screamed. At the moment, I didn't care if Potter, that Weasley, and the mudblood Granger, saw my weakness. I just needed Scarlet to be alive. 

"Malfoy, where's Scarlet?" "Scarlet!". I yelled again. I knew that this action would do nothing. but it gave me somewhat of a comfort. When I refused to answer Potter's useless question, I felt a weight on my shoulder. I whipped around, and slapped his hand away. "What'd you do to Scarlet!" He shrieked, more than asked. He clearly had no manners. "What gives you the impression that it was my fault?" I scoffed. Just then, the pudgy one grabbed me by the collar. His clenched fist less than an inch away from my face. "I swear-" The pudgy curmudgeon began, but never finished. I had cut him off. There was no threat that could strike fear into me. Well, maybe except one. "What are you going to do, sit on me?" I responded. All of the possible threats he could've made against me were empty. Well, maybe except for the one where he ends up crushing me under all his weight. Just that alone, would be enough to make me talk. "Don't play dumb, Malfoy! I want to know where Scarlet, and I want to know now! If she's in danger because of you-". The usually collected Potter was desperate. This was tearing him apart. As much as I would've loved to have had mocked him for it, I was distracted by my own internal battle.  My emotions were running rampant. The many voices inside my head that normally have conflicting opinions, had teamed up, and had turned on me. They screeched their terrible shrieks about what I had done. How, no matter how indirectly, I'd killed Scarlet. There was no proof whether she was alive or dead, so this wasn't confirmed, but chances were slim that she survived the inferno within the Room of Requirement. "I knew I should've forbid her from seeing you. You were her family at a time, so I tried to be patient. Tolerant. But no more. I've come to the realization that even with Scarlet, you're a threat. Wherever you go, danger follows". Said Potter. I was snapped out of my internal crisis when he said these words. How dare he have the gall to say this. "You've got some nerve, Potter. As if you, "The Boy Who Lived",  haven't had your fair share of danger. Many times, you've dragged Scarlet along with you.  Allow me to refresh your memory. The Philosopher's Stone, the Chamber of Secrets with the battle against the Basilisk, Sirius Black who escaped from Azkaban which caused dementors to enter Hogwarts, dragging Scarlet into the second portion of the Triwizard Tournament, letting Scarlet take your place in detention with Umbridge who made her use the blood quill, getting her kidnapped, allowing Scarlet to get kidnapped and eventually tortured, and bringing this battle between you and Voldemort to Hogwarts". I could've gone on. But then again, I also could've gone on about how I'd brought her danger. But in a way, it was more of Potter's fault than mine. If Potter acted like a normal boyfriend and wasn't as clingy as he is, Scarlet wouldn't have faltered. I've seen the way he looks at her, and in turn, the way she looks at him. She was beginning to love him, as he did her. If she hadn't fallen, this ordeal would've ended by now. But she saved him countless times. Prevented Voldemort from brutally murdering him time after time. If Potter weren't alive, Hogwarts wouldn't be under siege, there wouldn't be a search for the Horcrux's, and Scarlet would be here with me. Potter was quiet. He wasn't sure of how to respond. Because he knew I was right. But he didn't have to, as the doors to the Room of Requirement appeared again.