The Adventures of a Death Eater

Chapter 14: Your Betrayal

 This is definitely almost all new material. The first little bit is out of the second notebook, but after that it's all been created while sitting up at college in between my classes.

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Artemis

Malfoy stared at me. I could feel his blue gray eyes on me even though I couldn’t see him. My entire face was buried in my arms. We sat at the Great Hall for breakfast, but once again, I found myself not hungry.

“You gon’ die,” Malfoy stated.

I glared up at him. “I’m not going to die.”

“Eat something,” Malfoy demanded.

“I’m not hungry.” I turned my head away, burying it in my arms once again.

Malfoy grabbed a bowl of pudding and stuck it under my nose. “It’s butterscotch!” He waved it under my nose, as I had my forehead resting on the edge of the table.

“Draco!” I complained. “Get that pudding away from me!” I shook my head. “I’m not in the mood… for anything.” And with that, I got up and walked away.

I wasn’t in the mood for people. Everyone was happy… except me. I just wanted to be left alone. I wasn’t paying attention to where I was going and as I turned the corner, I ran into someone. I was about to apologize when I saw it was Audrey.

“Oh… um… hi, Artemis,” she muttered.

“Hi,” I mumbled back.

She shook her head after a few moments of being silent and pushed past me, bumping me hard. I didn’t turn around. I stayed there a moment, feeling her hard bump on my shoulder. I wanted to feel it, needed to feel it. It stung…

I stalked off to Slytherin’s common room. Once I reached the dorm, I collapsed onto my bed, screaming into my pillow. Maybe I should just suffocate myself. I wouldn’t have to worry about murdering anyone, or girls. And that Potions test could be avoided. But as I held my face to the pillow, I realized I couldn’t breathe. And that wasn’t a happy feeling. Attempt one at ending my life: fail. I wasn’t going to do it anyways. I did feel better though.

I sat up and sighed. I needed to tell Voldemort I was finished. I hated to admit it, even to myself, but I… needed Audrey in my life. I wasn’t sure why I did. I felt like a part of me was missing, like it had withered up and died. Both fortunately and unfortunately, I thought Audrey was “the one” for me. Unfortunately, because I know I had really pissed her off. Fortunately, kind of, because I knew she still liked me. But she wasn’t going to talk to me. She was giving me the cold shoulder.

I shook my head again. I needed help. I debated who I could go to. Definitely not Malfoy; he just wanted me to eat. Obviously Audrey was out. My options were getting slimmer by the second. The only person I could think of was Harry, and I was hoping he wouldn’t turn me away.

I left my dormitory, rushing back to the Great Hall where I was sure I could find Harry. Half way there, I realized I couldn’t tell him half the story, but it was too late for that. I approached Harry and his friends with single-minded determination.

“Harry,” I breathed, “I need help.”

He raised an eyebrow. “With what?”

“Personal problems,” I muttered, almost inaudibly.

Harry glanced at Ron and Hermione, who instinctively left the table. He motioned for me to sit down, and I sat in front of him. He stared at me, waiting for me to start explaining. “So what is it?”