The Resistance (Dramione)

Chapter 1: Nightmares

Everything was dark. He couldn't see a thing. Sweat was sliding down his forehead, he could barely feel his left arm. He tried to stand up, but fell again to the ground, hitting his head hard against the floor. He was still holding his wand with his right hand, grabbing it so hard he felt his fingers going numb. He had to move, get up again, get again from there. He crawled until he reached the wall and used it to stand up. He followed it, looking for the door. He opened it and the light blinded him for a while. His heart hurt and he felt nauseous. When he managed to open his eyes again, everything was destroyed. The furniture was completely broken, pieces scattered all over the place, the chandelier was smashed against the floor, pieces of broken glass everywhere. He felt a sudden push on his left hear that pierced his head and made him fall again, hurting his knees. He must have hurt his ear, he couldn't hear properly, it was like being underwater. Then he heard a scream. He recognised that voice. He stood up as fast as he could, his hands covered in blood because of the broken glass. He tried to move fast, but his body didn't respond. He felt tears rolling down his bloodied cheeks. After what felt like an eternity, he reached the corridor and crawled to where his damaged ears told him the noise was coming from.

When he reached the room, the screams had stopped, the door was half opened. He pushed it and entered the room. Voldemort was there, with a few other Death Eaters waiting behind him. There was a figure laying on the floor, blond, dirty hair covering the face. He knew who that was. He looked at Voldemort again, his wand was raised, he followed the trail. There was a woman hanging in the air, writhing in pain, making guttural sounds, a puddle of blood under her. He tried to recognise that woman, his brain didn't seem to be working, he couldn't see properly. The tears didn't let him see. Why was he crying? That woman...

"MOTHER!" he heard the word coming out of his mouth, his voice broken. No, it couldn't be, no... no, please...

The woman screamed again, her body smashed suddenly against the floor, she wasn't moving anymore. Draco saw himself, crawling towards his mother. He held her head between his blooded hands, her face completely distorted in an expression of utter terror and pain. She was gone, dead, forever. He heard himself scream again and again.

Draco woke up, covered in sweat, crying. He looked around, he wasn't at the Malfoy Manor anymore. He was in a small apartment in London, he had left the house after... He covered his face with his hands, trying to erase those memories from his mind. He kept remembering that night, again and again, he remembered every single detail of it. The memory appearing in his sleep as soon as he closed his eyes to sleep, every single night for over three months.

He left his bed and went to the bathroom. The reflection in the mirror didn't look like him, not at all. His blond hair was way too long, sticking on his face and neck because of the sweat, his eyes were red and tired, the dark circles under them made him look older than he really was. He was only 21. He has spent the last few years fighting a war that didn't seem to have an ending, or a reason. He always thought that he would enjoy fighting, and he did, the adrenaline rush was incredibly addictive, and he loved close fights, his life depended completely on his spell abilities, his speed, his instincts... But fighting in this war... he hadn't enjoyed a single second, especially after his mother's death.

He undressed, the cold water coming out of the shower calmed him down a bit. He still had a few bruises in his abdomen and the wound on his left arm was still healing. He came out of the shower and... Someone was at his door. "Dammit" he completely forgot about it. He dressed quickly and rushed to the door.

"Hi...um... sorry, I was in the shower."

"It's okay. Don't worry Draco." Tonks was smiling at him. He had never thought that any kind of relationship would be possible between them, but everything has changed now. He was a secret member of the Potter's Order, smuggling all the information he could from Voldemort. That was even more unexpected. He had always hated Potter, and that Weasley guy... but things had changed.

"Draco... I'm not trying to be rude or anything, but you look terrible." Tonks was now on his couch, drinking a cup of tea.

Draco laughed, "Yeah, well, I haven't been sleeping much lately." He felt Tonks' worried gaze. "I'm okay. I just need some time to... you know." He had a knot on his throat.

"I'm sorry, Draco. I'm so sorry."