Chasing Shadows || Draco Malfoy x OC

Year 6- Ch. 189

A few weeks past and Céline was at the Slytherin table with Daphne and Tracey. Harry was just walking into the Great Hall, making his way to the Gryffindor table when he saw down the aisle, Katie Bell. He quickly made her way to her. His movements caught the eye of Céline. When she looked she saw he was approaching Katie Bell.

"Katie is back." Céline muttered to herself. "I'll be right back." She says to her friends as she stands up and heads over to the other side of the Great Hall where they were. She could see Katie shake her head to something he said. Knowing Harry, she knew he probably asked her if she remembered anything.

As of her senses tingled, something told her to look at the entrance of the Great Hall. When she turned her head she saw Draco walking in, looking sickly as has been recently. She stopped in her tracks as she watches him look in the direction of the Gryffindor table. She followed his gaze and it was at Harry and Katie. When Katie looks behind Harry, it seemed as those he caught her eyes and she paled.

For Céline it was like it all happened in slow motion. Katie saw Draco, Harry followed her gaze. Céline looked to Draco and his face seemed slightly panicked and... Guilty? She couldn't quite place it. Draco turned around and quickly made his way out of the Great Hall. She looked back to Harry and Katie and Harry was already going after him. Céline's heart dropped suddenly and she had the nagging feeling to follow after them. She ran after Harry out of the Great Hall but he was running now, and there were a lot of students heading down for dinner, so Céline was dodging passed them.

She tried calling out to Harry, but he couldn't hear her. She pushed passed the other students apologizing along the way. She followed them up the grand staircase. She could barely see him through the crowd of students. Suddenly she bumps into a second year Ravenclaw that dropped her books and scrolls. Céline gasped and turned to the student. "I'm so sorry." She said as she crouched down to help the student pick up her things. Céline helps her quickly gather her things and hands them to the student before turning back around and running up the stairs.

When she gets to the sixth floor landing she stops to look down the corridor and then up the stairs thinking of where they might have gone. Céline looked back to the 6th floor and started walking hastily down the hallway. "Harry?" She calls out. As she walks further down the corridor she hears thing breaking and crashing. She quickly follows the sounds towards the bathrooms. She runs over and reaches for the door handle.

Her heart was racing, scared to know what she's going to find, but she pushed through and carefully opened the door to the boys bathroom. It was dim, the sound of faucets running, the floors were covered in water, stalls were broken and then she hears the sound of gurgling. She walks through and turns the corner of the stall, and I'm the center of the bathroom where the sinks sprayed with water from broken faucets, was Harry crouched over, his back to her, panicked, and  muttering to himself.

"Harry?" She says quietly. Céline carefully stepped over to him and looked over his shoulder. Her eyes widened as she sees the familiar platinum blonde hair of Draco. Her heart plummets down to her stomach as she sees laying in the waterlogged floors, Draco, twitching and gurgling. His body covers in large laceration and behind him a pool of his own blood mixing with the water.

Harry's head snaps up to her, his eyes wide with panic and guilt. He shakes his head. "Céline... I didn't mean to.. I--" his voice was shaky and panicked. Just then, cutting him off the door opened and Professor Snake rushes in, passing Céline and pushing Harry out of the way. Harry shuffles back, the water under him splashing and sloshing with his movements.. Céline couldn't take her eyes off of Draco's body on the floor.

Professor Snake traces the slashes on Draco's body and face muttering an incantation that seemed to ease the flow of blood coming out of his body. He repeats it and now the slashes seemed to be knitting themselves up, slowly disappearing and being replaced by thin barely visible silver lines on Draco's pale skin.