[Wattys '13 FINALIST] How Can I Love You When I Hate You So Much? (Draco Malfoy)

How Can I Love You When I Hate You So Much? (Draco Malfoy) Chapter 35

A/N I decided to change the end of the last chapter, so here is what is different. It's not much, but I thought it wouldn't make sense if I didn't explain the change.

“What — ?” said Voldemort, staring around. And then he breathed, “Dumbledore!” Voldemort pushed me backward, raising his wand to the old man. I fell hard to the ground, my head glancing the edge of the fountain, and everything went fuzzy. I was only able to catch flashes of what went on around me. I could hear people shouting, but none of the words seems to fit together. It was like the bits and pieces you catch when flipping television channels.

“If death is nothing, Dumbledore, kill the boy...” hissed a strange voice out of Harry's mouth. I looked around and did not see Voldemort anywhere.  My head was still spinning, but I stood. Suddenly, Harry fell limp to the floor. Voldemort appeared at my side suddenly.

"I have everything I need right here. Come, Jezabel." My vision played again in my head. Harry was lying on the floor, gasping for breath, tears streaming down his face. He looked thoroughly betrayed as he spat in my direction before Dumbledore pulled him to his feet. Then, all at once, we disappeared.

Chapter 35 Closing time. You don't have to go hom but you can't stay here

I fell to the floor as we landed, my knees too weak to support me anymore. Voldemort let me fall, seemingly unfazed by it. He stepped forward and sat in a large chair near a fireplace.

"Bellatrix, take young Jezabel to her room. I am not ready for her yet." he said in a suprisingly soft tone. My uncle's murderer grabbed me roughly by the sleeve of my robes and drug me from the room quickly.

"I know what you're thinking, Black. But I am the Dark Lord's favorite, and there is nothing you can do to change that." she hissed. I rolled my eyes half heartedly but said nothing.

Why? Why did Snape want me here? Why did Voldemort? Where was Draco? I couldn't seem to think all my questions at the same time. It felt like my brain was overloaded.

Bellatrix once again threw me down onto the floor of a bedroom, scoffed at me, and slammed the door. I stood slowly, throwing myself this time onto the bed, and fell asleep almost instantly.

I awoke the next morning to Kreacher the house elf wandering around the room, tidying.

"The morphing freak is here again. Kreacher cannot understand why the Dark Lord has such interest in her. She is nothing near Lady Helene. How I miss her. But Lady Narcissa insists..." I sighed and rolled over, sitting up slightly. Kreacher jumped at my movement and bowed low.

"Good morning, Miss Jezabel. Kreacher has brought breakfast for you, miss." he said loudly. I looked at the table next to the bed, but the thought of food repulsed me. I grabbed the Daily Prophet from next to the tray and couldn't help but eye the large print emblazoned across the front page.

HE-WHO-MUST-NOT-BE-NAMED RETURNS

In a brief statement Friday night, Minister of Magic Cornelius Fudge confirmed that He-Who-Must-Not-Be Named has returned to this country and is active once more.

“It is with great regret that I must confirm that the wizard styling himself Lord — well, you know who I mean — is alive and among us again,” said Fudge, looking tired and flustered as he addressed reporters. “It is with almost equal regret that we report the mass revolt of the dementors of Azkaban, who have shown themselves averse to continuing in the Ministry’s employ. We believe that the dementors are currently taking direction from Lord — Thingy." I couldn't help but laugh. Lord Thingy.

“We urge the magical population to remain vigilant. The Ministry is currently publishing guides to elementary home and personal defense that will be delivered free to all Wizarding homes within the coming month.” The Minister’s statement was met with dismay and alarm from the Wizarding community, which as recently as last Wednesday was receiving Ministry assurances that there was “no truth whatsoever in these persistent rumors that You-Know-Who is operating amongst us once more.”