• gryffιndor • under heavy editing

15. Misunderstood Friend

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Y/N means Your Name
M/N means Middle Name
L/N means Last Name
F/C means Favorite Color
E/C means Eye Color

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●Y/N's POV●

I stand there, hands trembling, tears threatening to fall and an unbearable pain on my breastplate. "George.." I whisper, as my sobs are exiting my throat violently.

"Don't cry Y/N. We'll get him back." Fred says reassuringly. However, I'm not convinced. I have this gut-feeling which I trust, unfortunately, causing me to lose hope.

"It's alright. He's alright." Fred tells me. "Is it Fred? Is it? The whole castle knows I'm the daughter of two Monsters, who swear to rule us in any cost." I argue.

"Y/N, look at me! It's going to be okay! This isn't the real you!" he shakes me by my shoulders. Snape kneels to my side and picks me up. I hug him, not letting go, missing the comforting hugs my Muggle parents would give me.

"Uncle Severus, I miss mum." I sob on his black shirt. "I know.." he whispers at me. "Now control your feelings." he warns me. I stop sobbing by force and sniff. I look around, supporting my weight by uncle Severus's hand.

Every professor is now standing in a circle around me. McGonagall has a sympathetic look on her face, along with Dumbledore. Fred rises to his feet and sighs.

"Go change into something simpler and come to Dumbledore's office." he says, abandoning me devastated. I look down to my feet, feeling empty.

"Fred...?" I call out to him. He looks up from his feet and takes two steps towards me. "Will you come with me..?" I ask him. He nods once and I take his hand, as I exit the two tall doors of the Great Hall.

Silent tears fall, as my eyes keep overflowing, repeating the same with the previous tears, like a circle. We enter the Fat Lady's portrait and make our way to the girls' dorm, where I left my clothes.

I turn the doorknob and Fred enters, closing the door behind him. "Can you please unzip this?" I request him and his hands reach up to my back. His knuckles touch my skin, as he grabs the zipper.

It screeches as it falls lower and lower. It stops at my waist and I remove the straps, looking over my shoulder. Fred is looking at me with red cheeks and quickly turns around, his back now facing me.

I swallow, letting my dress fall to the floor, creating a pool of fabric. I step over it and remove my heels, placing them gently on the floor.

I pull up my school skirt and my sweater follows. I wear my simple shoes, picking up my jacket aftewards. I wear it in a hurry, untying my hair.

"I'm done." I simply inform Fred. He turns to look at me, whilst opening the door. I exit at a quick pace, hearing Fred's steps following. He walks beside me after catching up.

"Why did you hug Snape? And why was he being so tender with you?" Fred breaks the silence. "I'll explain later. Right now, we have to focus on getting to George before they hurt him." I say boldly, all emotions remaining in our brains as faraway memories.

I reach the statue that guards Dumbledore's office, but when I make one more step, the pain immediately returns, existing even more intense than before.

I kneel, unable to stand from the difficulty to breathe. "Y/N?" Fred says panicked.

Everything goes black....

I begin to hear voices, but they're so blurry. I can't figure out what they're saying, but at least I can tell whose voice it is; Dumbledore's.

He says something, but what? Am I unconscious again? Another voice takes the lead. It sounds so familiar but.... No. It can't be.. I'm not talking right now! I'm unconscious! How can I possibly talk?!

Snape's voice begins to talk, but Mad-Eye Moody interrupts. The voices fade. Existing as memorable echoes.

After a few seconds, I hear Draco. I force my self to open my eyes and after many failed attempts, I make it.

Draco gasps and jumps a bit, while his wide eyes stare into mine. "Your eyes!" he tells me. "Oh, Draco!" I cry out and jump in his arms. "I can't take this anymore! I'm sick of being me! I've made a huge mistake!" I sob on his white shirt.

He's startled by the sudden hug, but he recovers and pats my back awkwardly, yet sympathetically. "Y/N.. I know how you feel..." he murmurs, causing me to look up. "I know how this feels. It's like you fell into a lake, slowly falling deeper and deeper, unable to swim to the surface again, whilst looking down, seeing the monsters of the deep waters waiting for you.." he says hoarsely..

"I still have the Time Turner, but I don't know when to use it! How back do I have to go? And what do I do to fix all this..?" sob, whilst my E/C orbs are boring into his grey ones.

His expression is soft and his stance shows and requests mercy at the same time. "I can try to help you. But not yet. Don't use the Time Turner yet. Only when things go terribly wrong. When the circumstances turn out even worse than now."

I nod twice. "Thank you." I whisper, giving him a tired smile. He looks away. "No. Nobody thanks a terrible person like me." he murmurs.

"Draco, you're not a bad person. You're a unique and nice person. You're just misunderstood, because of your father! I'm the terrible person. I've been selfish and self-centered over the last days. And this leads where(?); Here." I tell him.

He looks at me once more. He nods and hugs me tight. "You're the priceless friend I ever had.." he whispers.

I feel my knees weak, as I struggle to keep my ground. "Draco..." I painfully say. He pulls back and looks at me, his expression unreadable. My feet collapse. "What is happening to me?" I say to myself.

I feel the terrible pain return. I grab my blouse and pull it, as my expression reveals my pain. I moan in pain, as tears form on my eyes. "Y/N! Are you alright? Just tell me what you feel!" Draco tells at me, grabbing my wrists, searching for my gaze.

I keep my eyes closed, as the pain keeps existing. "Breastplate" I manage to choke out in the many tears and saliva into my mouth.

He quickly picks me up bridal style and runs at the Hospital Wing. "Madame Pomfrey! Someone, help her!" Draco yells in panic. His forehead is sweaty and his hands hold me tightly, keeping me close to his chest.

I feel safe....