Love Through My Memories

Chapter 7: Two memories and one letter

DISCLAIMER: I DO NOT OWN THE CHARACTERS. THOSE BELONG TO J., THE GREAT LADY. I ONLY OWN THIS INTERESTING PLOT!

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Draco p.o.v

I turned. The loud cheering suddenly seemed like silence in my ears. All I could see was the beaming faces of two blond ladies. One with watery blue eyes staring straight at me, the other was green. Suddenly, their smiles turned into grimaces of horror. I didn't understand. Then-

Black. Everything was black. I never liked black - it reminded me of my father. I didn't know how long it had been black but it felt like forever. I saw a pair of eyes and long silver hair. I thought it was him, Lucius Abraxas Malfoy. I just wanted to die right there. But it wasn't.

Suddenly, everything was bright. Blindingly white. I had no idea where I was. All I know was that I was standing in front of the great Albus Dumbledore. I must be dead.

Shit.

Professor Dumbledore smiled at me. Was he mad?

"Am I dead?" I croaked, my throat hoarse.

He didn't reply, just continued smiling. Before I knew it, I felt like I was being sucked out of that place. I was now outside a small wooden house. Beside me was a great Oak tree and a swing. A small boy with white blonde hair similar to mine was sitting on the ground, swinging his fat fist at what I supposed was a muggle camera. I realised that I was in someone's memory... A young lady with brown hair approached me. Then, I felt myself moving without any conscious effort. I walked inside the house. It was small but cosy. Nothing like the manor of course...

Suddenly, I awoke. I saw a face of a young lady with brown hair, almost an exact copy of the lady I saw earlier but younger! I could not recognise the face. I mumbled a few incoherent words. Then, I saw a group of people poring over me. I immediately recognised my mother and Astoria. Potter and his wife were also there.

I realised what must have happened. Probably a bludger accident.

"What happened exactly?" My voice quivered as I asked my mother.

She related the whole story to me and I was shocked at how calm I was as my mother recounted my near-death experience. I could no longer see the brown haired lady. She was gone.

I wondered who she was. She seemed familiar but... I racked my brains but the only product of that was a throbbing headache.

Two days later (and I never saw that lady again) I was back home. It felt good to be back after that accident. Having been so near death, I now savoured every breath I took, every step I took. I had no lost memories but I always felt like something was missing, like I had forgotten something important. I wondered what it was.

I was walking down the streets of diagon alley once again. The first time I came here, I was a little boy, no more than 3 years old. My mother and father had been with me, and we were choosing toy broomsticks. They took me to our vault in gringotts and I vaguely remembered feeling amazed at the sheer amount of gold in the vault. As a teen, I was used to it, sometimes even wondering why there wasn't more. Now, I didn't really care. I was going to give most of it away anyway. Money meant nothing to me after living as a rich man for such a long time.

Suddenly, I saw a whole different 'first time' in my mind.

I was with Hagrid. I had just found out I was a witch (I was in a muggle girl's memory!). Now, I had a small bag of gold in my hands, those weird huge gold coins. I walked into Ollivanders, everything looked so happy! Soon, I had my wand, vine wood. I got all my books. I couldn't wait to start reading them! I sat at Fortescue's ice cream parlour, savouring the taste of the delicious chocolate. I had my new robes and everything I needed. I couldn't wait to try everything. As I looked around -

I was out of the memory before I could even find out who I was. I was frustrated. But at least i had a few facts about this person. Her wand was made of vine and dragon heartstring. And she was muggle born.

I continued on with my shopping at diagon alley. The Weasley's shop was going quite well, with the twins producing more and more items. Their wives, Angelina Johnson and Katie Bell were also helping them in the manufacturing department, especially with the making of more red-heads. I was, of course, completely surprised when a little brown haired boy responded to the call of Sterling Weasley. Apparently, the latest brood of Weasleys weren't all carrot tops. I wondered what weaselbee's children looked like, then I realised that he would never have children because he died in the war.

All of a sudden, I fell into a heavy depression. It was my fault that Ron Weasley was dead. If Potter didn't try to save me, Weasley would still be alive. I recollected the incident over and over again, all the way home. The way Potter - no Harry - had flew past the huge fire snake to get me, how Ron had tried to get Goyle on. But Goyle didn't care that Ron had just saved him. He wanted to do it himself and pushed the ginger off his broom. I recalled Granger's cries as the boy fell into the midst of the fiendfyre. And the worst part was that Goyle didn't even care. He flew out of the room and back into the sanctuary of his people, the Death Eaters. I was wrecked with guilt, wven though I knew I couldn't help. But I should have tried! If only I had helped, if only he hadn't. If only.. Those must be the saddest words ..

I only realised my surroundings when a small barn owl pecked my cheek. It was carrying a small parcel. It's green eyes made it look so unusual, so unique. I untied it and the steel grey owl flew off - it was so free. I unwrapped the little jet black box to find a small pendant nestled in blue silk. It was an owl, with tiny emerald stones for eyes. It was made of steel, an exact replica of the owl which had brought it to me. A square piece of parchment was attached. The fine handwriting was slanted but very neat, almost like a script. It read:

To Draco Malfoy,

This is a small gift from me. I am not allowed to reveal my name but I feel obliged to get to know you, seeing as I donated blood to you. The owl's name is Jules. If you want it to stay, just tell him. Of course he would have flown off by now but just in case, for the future occasions, you know how to stop him.

Yours truly,

Blood donor.

I liked the charm very much so I attached it to a chain and wore it permanently. I was more grateful to this kind soul than anyone would ever know. And I really wanted a chance to get to know her and thank her personally.

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