the war is over and things are finally getting back to normal at hogwarts but what happens when foes are forced together? not the normal fanfic new character
I would love your feedback I decided to add pictures to this chapter once again I'm sorry that it's short ************** Draco's POV ***************
I walk through the empty halls of the manor. A chill runs up my spine. I don't know if it's due to the cold or the quietness, not even my foot steps make a sound. I walk aimlessly like usual not having a real destination. The further I walked the colder it seemed to get. Frost climbs the windows, and my breathe turns to fog in front of me. Suddenly the deafening silence is broken by a woman's scream. I run. Feet pounding against the floor. I run. But I don't seem to get anywhere, the door at the end of the hall seeming so far away now. Then suddenly it's right in front of me. I slam into the solid wood door, fumbling with the door handle not being able to get a grip. All the while the screams continue, seeming to get more and more desperate. Then all is quiet. The door slowly creaks open and I'm greeted with darkness. I take a cautious step forward. Then another and another. Suddenly the door slams behind me. I pull out my wand and whisper, "lumos." A small light emits from my wand barely filling the room. My body shakes due to a mixture of fear and the freezing cold. Before me is a scene that I have seen many times in my dreams, that's what this must be. It must be a dream, but that doesn't make it any less real. The fear and pain are very real. I see and feel the dementor in front of me. My skin prickles with the wrongness of this creature. I feel the blood draining from my face as I see what lies below it. There lays my fathers cold, pale body, but what brings me to my knees is my mother. Her body crouches over my father as if she had thrown herself in front of him. It was her screams. It always is. She shifts, and raises her head. Her eyes meet mine and a small part of me wishes she wasn't alive so I wouldn't have to see the fear and pain in her eyes. So she wouldn't have to suffer anymore. The dementor moves toward her and her face fill with more pain, if that's even possible, as it begins to feed again. Her screams once again fill the room, I try to get to her but I'm rooted to the spot. I scream her name but that doesn't change a thing. "A beautiful thing, the kiss of a dementor, isn't it Draco?" a voice whispers behind me. A voice that sends chills up my already frozen spine. I see him walk from the shadows. The man who haunts so many wizards dreams. No, not a man, a monster. " don't look so surprised, did you really think I Voldemort could die?" He leaned forward and whispered, " I live in you." He then took a step back his head twitching from side to side. Then it wasn't his face at all, the person who stood before me was a reflection of myself.
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" you are not me," I say desperately, " I am nothing like you."
"Oh, but aren't you? Weren't you just wishing for your mother to die?"
"Not to end her life but to end her pain!" I scream, " I'm not you! You're not me!"
As he backs into the shadows flickering between the face of a monster and a reflection of myself he simply says, "say goodbye." Then disappears, his voice echoing through the air. My body is then able to move. I run to my mother but my body seems to run into an invisible wall stopping me mere feet away from her. I scream for her, banging on the barrier between us as I watch pieces of her soul float from her mouth. She let out one last scream then- Then nothing, she disappeared before me, the cold gone. The pain gone. The last thing I remember is a flash of red hair and blue eyes as I drift into a dreamless sleep.
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