Snake fangs || D.M

Eighteen

Lunchtime the next day, I quietly sat by myself eating soup and studying for potions. It was oddly comforting, I could still hear the other students around me, the soup was so warm, and I liked how the pages of the book sounded when I turned them over. I was at ease.

This serenity lasted until I saw Harry Potter and a jolt of anger went through me, however, I carried on with my own business.The boy with a dark messy mane sat down opposite me, rested his hands on the table and stared at me through round glasses.

"I never meant to hurt him, I mean, Merlin I hate Draco, but I'd never do it on purpose" Harry explained quietly
"You might have already mentioned that Potter. Why do you keep apologising to me when Draco is in the hospital wing?" I acknowledged in a bored tone and didn't look up from the black and white pages.
Harry leaned his head into a tanned hand and sighed deeply "you saw it all happen, it must've been hard since you clearly care about him".
"Of course, I care about him!" I slammed my book shut and shot my eyes upwards to look at Harry "I've never cared about anyone more in my life, I love him. Have you ever watched someone you love get taken away from you in an instant because someone was so cruel to do so?" I frowned but bit my lip in embarrassment when realising he knew the feeling all too well.
With mournful eyes, Harry scanned my face then nodded sincerely. "Then, why?" I croak almost inaudible.
"Because I know what he's up to Thea. He's dealing with dark magic, and I know he has something to do with Katy" Harry replied.
"You are so close to a punch in the jaw" I said through clenched teeth.
"I've explained already, I just don't think you should be around him, he's trouble I'm telling you" Harry expressed his concerns.
"I can tell the wrong sort for myself self thanks" I hissed
"I'm trying to help you" Harry frowned.
"Because who am I to deny help from Harry Potter? I know you've seen a thing or two, but I am more willing to trust Draco- someone I have a relationship with- over some randomer. I don't know you, and you don't know me yet you're telling me to stay away from him! Who could ever go against the best interest of the distraught golden boy, and his petty childish feuds with his classmate?" I glared.

There was a moment of silence.

"What if I'm right? What then?" Harry asked, and I stared at him through scared eyes "I may not be the brightest wizard, but I know dark when I see it" he sighed pointing at his scar.  I didn't reply I just sat there my heart beating heavily in my chest trying to escape its cage.

"I haven't thought of that" I reply quietly.
"You don't want to believe it, that's why" Harry sighed and stood up "just think about it" he said before leaving.

I gathered my things and attempted to push out the rining of thoughts that were echoing my mind.
I clutched my potions book to my chest and walked out of the castle while being oblivious to the greetings I was given.

I sat on the green near the lake, my legs felt like jelly, and I was glad to finally be sitting.
While sitting, my head began to ache. It felt like an unmatchable force was trying to rip through my skull and skin. I held onto my head, screaming from the pain.

Everything went black, for a while.

Then I could see Draco, he held himself proudly and had a devious smirk across his face. It looked so real, I could almost reach out and hold onto his black suit.
His eyes threw me off, they were almost clear, and something was chilling about them. The room was dark. In the shadows stood a tall figure whose voice was high and clear.
"Well done Draco" its voice rang in my ears. The dark figure stood out of the shadows, and my heart stopped.

It was him, he who must not be named, he was as pale as that of a corpse, and his eyes were red and snake-like. He had two slits in the place where a nose should be adding to his reptile-like demeanour. His teeth were yellow and crooked.

I was terrified and paralyzed in my fear. He walked closer to Draco.
"Don't touch him!" I screamed, but neither of them flinched, it was as though I wasn't there at all.
"Thank you my Dark Lord" Draco bowed, and Voldemort looked down at him with importance. I gulped. I didn't want to believe it, but what I feared was happening right in front of me.
"Thea" Voldemort began, and I flinch at the use of my name "is a distraction to you Draco, and she's working with Harry Potter" he walked towards a chained girl who's brown hair was matted and covering her face.

Voldemort grabbed her hair, and she whimpered. She had cuts all around her face, and her Hogwarts uniform was ripped and dirty. She was me.
"You know what you have to do" Voldemort said darkly
"Yes my Lord" Draco said with no emotion in his voice whatsoever.
"Draco, please no" the other me cried with horror on her face "please no, please no, please no" she begged.
She didn't know what to do with her self, she rattled the chains trying to set free and I felt my skin burn watching her.
"Draco now!" Voldemort yelled exasperated, and without another thought, Draco flicked his wand pronouncing clearly
"Avada kedavra" and the other me screamed as a green light hit her chest.

Tears fell down my face, and not because I could see my life come to an end, it was because of how willing Draco was to hurt me.

My whole attention was on Draco, and not once did he show emotion. No sadness. No guilt. No anything.
I knew it wasn't real, but something convinced me otherwise. Something told me I was nothing and that I was slowly falling in love with a death eater that could never love me back.