CHAPTER FIFTY-SIX ───── ⋆⋅☆⋅⋆ ───── "Now...you must pay the consequences."
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─── Y/N POV ───
I was lost. I didn't realize it until now, but I had absolutely nowhere to go. My first instinct was to contact Harry, but I had no idea where he or the others were at this point.
My legs felt numb, a signal that I needed to sit down and rest. I looked around, finding myself in the middle of a plain, empty field. I lowered myself to the ground, the cold earth a harsh contrast to the panic inside me. I stared at the horizon, the distant clouds in the sky, but my thoughts were far from peaceful.
I had to find Draco.
I had to tell him what's happened.
The thought pounded in my head. Even though I'd be risking my life — hell, everything — I had to go to Malfoy Manor. It was the only chance I had of understanding whether my family was truly aligned with the Dark Lord, or if they were being held accountable for something much bigger.
But Malfoy Manor...it was so far. Walking there was out of the question. My body was already too drained, my mind too scattered. Apparition was my only option.
My father showed me how to preform this when I was a child, and I can distinctively remember his words:
"You have to remember The Three D's: Destination, Determination and Deliberation. One must be completely determined to reach one's destination, and move without haste, but with deliberation. Are you ready?"
I blinked back the stinging in my eyes as the memory faded. Memories of my father, my family, were becoming harder to push away. But I couldn't afford to dwell on the past, not now.
"Maybe....." I said and pulled my wand out of my back pocket. "No."
Hermione had wiped her parents' memories to protect them. Could I do the same to myself? Could I erase all of this to escape the pain? But I'd heard stories about people who'd used memory charms on themselves. Some had erased everything, even the things they needed most. I couldn't risk that.
"Focus, y/n." I told myself while placing my wand back in my pocket.
I closed my eyes, inhaling deeply as I visualized Malfoy Manor. I could picture its dark structure perfectly, looming in the distance like a fortress. With a sharp twist, I felt my body tighten, as if I were being forced through a narrow, rubber tube.
