Faith is Stronger (Harry Potter Fan fiction)

Chp. 9 Curses and Condemnation

The most important author’s note you’ll ever read in this chapter: I’ve said it before and I’ll say it again. I love bold letters. They’re so…in your face!

This is in honour of my friend Mimi cause I miss her tons and she will never be in another English class with me :/

Sad day, I know. But this chapter is in memory and honour of her amazing self. I hope she had a fun day today too!

Read on my darlings! Read on! (This is Draco’s P.o.V. of the day from the previous chapter.)

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“Do not brood over your past mistakes and failures as this will only fill your mind with grief, regret and depression. Do not repeat them in the future.” – Sivananda

Draco’s P.o.V.

I glared at Goyle as he reluctantly took the proffered goblet. I didn’t care that he didn’t want to. He had to. I had to get this necklace to Dumbledore or the Dark Lord would punish my family. And I can’t believe he expected this to work. The security was too tight. Thankfully, I had it sent to Rosmerta, who was already under my control.

I shuddered at the thought. Using the Imperius curse was a powerful feeling at first, but after a while it was horrible. Every move you made affected the person under your control and I felt like some dictator, forcing her to do my every whim. Something that no longer appealed to me.

I watched as Goyle transformed painfully into me.

“Head to McGonagall’s classroom. You only have an hour of detention. Get back as quickly as possible and hide in the bathroom until you’ve changed back. Got it?” I ordered. I used the voice changing spell as well because there was no way McGonagall would miss that and sent him on his way. I pulled on my own cloak and made sure it obscured my face before heading off to Hogsmeade, sneaking past Filch thanks to Pansy.

She was an annoyance, but useful.

It was possibly four in the afternoon. The rain had picked up again and it was hard to see. I pulled the cloak tighter around me and hurried up.

“Just one thing first.” I looked around as I passed the Quidditch Pitch. There was a couple embracing there. I knew that voice. Finnegan?

I smiled vindictively. Wait until Grace hears about this. He was messing around with another girl! Should keep her away from him. The thought had satisfaction well up inside me. I melted in the shadows, not wanting to be a creeper and watch them make out.

“Wow” I wrinkled my nose at the word. Who says wow after a kiss? I listened as he said a few more things and was about to walk out again when I heard the girl speak. My jaw almost hit the ground. Grace?!

I peeked around the corner and saw her unmistakable eyes as she blushed prettily. I felt my head hissing at me to take Finnegan and jinx him until he was nothing but a pile of ash. How dare he kiss her! She was not supposed to be kissed by anyone but me!

I fell back against the stadium as I had another panic attack. What the hell was I thinking? She wasn’t mine. She would never be mine. I was an idiot for even thinking that.

I watched furiously as they walked to Hogsmeade. It took me about half an hour to even get myself to move, after blasting the ground with my wand, scorching it amidst the rain.

I was nearly blind with rage and only barely managed to hide my face as I entered the pub. Seeing Grace and Finnegan cuddled up in the corner made me want to punch something again so I turned to Rosmerta. I had my wand hidden in my cloak, trained on her, working the curse. Her eyes blanked and she listened blindly to my commands. She slipped the package out from under the bar and I told her to give it to the first student that goes into the restroom. I watched her walk away and turned and headed out of the pub. Phase one complete.

I waited hidden in the dark alley for another twenty minutes. I leaned against the wall, watching people go by without getting seen. It was interesting, people-watching. It took my mind off my wretched life for a few minutes. Like Grace and Finnegan going out. The anger clenching my stomach was irritating me. What was going on with me? Why was this girl, who I had never even known existed before this year, having such an effect on me now? It was severely pissing me off.

“Katie’s been cursed.” I jerked to attention at the sound of the Weasley girl’s voice. I met instantly with Grace’s eyes. They were clouded with disappointment and heartbreak. It was the final emotion that tore through me most. Condemnation.

I couldn’t understand it but she knew. How in Salazar’s name did she know!? I tore my eyes away from the agony in her eyes, irrevocable guilt overwhelming me as I melted back into the alleyway to make a very hurried dash to the castle. I had to escape those storm clouds that wrested my guilt through my body.

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End Note: I wish 90 votes, if you please. To ease my poor aching heart from the moving of my friend. You all have great, compassionate hearts and I know you shall vote accordingly because of that reason. :)

Love you all, you’ve each made my day. Stay magical and wicked my darlings!

p.s. The amazing world of Harry Potter belongs to J.K. Rowling. Just my own characters and plot belong to me.