sway sway slytherin

Chapter 15

We land on a beach. Not that I can really see for I am in and out of conciseness, but I can feel the cool waves lapping up on my body. The strong sent of salt is all around me. I have lost a lot of blood. Fuzzy figures carry me in the house and lay me on a bed. 

For the next few days. I see blurs whizzing around me and fiddling with my leg. It doesn't hurt though since I am barely awake. People are talking to me too, but I don't bother trying to figure out what they are saying. I know Harry comes, but he soon leaves again after I ignore him.

I am just trying, for a least a little while, to hold on to the precious moments I got to spend with Draco. His wonderful smell that I can only associate with him, his blonde hair that is much softer then you would think, and his lips, oh his wonderful lips, with there pale color, but gentle warmness. 

It is as if a bus hits me. I sit up wildly. My head then starts spinning like a top, but I only allow myself a moment of balance. Then I stand up, my weak leg cripples under me. So I take to hopping. I make my way to the top of the steps before someone hears me. Fleur is here. She guides me back into my room and sets me on my bed. 

"No you don't understand. I have to get to him. I have to find him." I say. "Who do zo ave to find?" She says softly, restraining me form getting up which is much harder then you would think.

"Him! I have to get to him. I will never get to tell him! I'll never..." I feel myself slipping. Then I black out.

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My eyes flutter open. This time I don't try and get up. I know that Fleur will be there in a moment if she hears me hobbling. I crunch the bed sheets between my fingers. I try and close my eyes but the moment that do nightmares creep into my dreams. 

Bellatrix is slashing me open with her knife as Draco stands there sobbing. It seems silly but I try to comfort him with my eyes as I am being torn apart by a blade. The more pain she causes, the worse he gets, but we seem to be separated by a glass wall.

He is banging into the wall with all his might. His fists turn bloody he smashes his whole body against the wall over and over. I yell for him to stop, but I don't have a voice, I glance up to see Bellatrix has driven the knife into my vocal cords. I try and yell for him but only a sputtering sound comes out which make him hit the wall harder. 

I can hear his screams of agony and I try and reach for him only to find a gushing stub of where my arm used to be. My strawberry blonde hair is now dark red with my own crimson blood. 

I scream myself awake to find I am covered in sweat. It is dark outside and I have to remind myself of where I am. Fleur comes into my room. She looks very worried as she sits beside me and helps me. "Shh. You are ok. You are safe." She soothes me with a warm washcloth. I don't answer her instead I allow her to redress my wound in bandages. 

I know she is trying to help and in a way she is but I know that she won't be able to help me feel the pain inside only one person could, but that is out of the question. "Where is Harry?" I ask after a minute. She hesitates after a moment. 

"Is zis who you are z trying to find?" She asks. "No." I know I shouldn't be frustrated at her, but I huff anyway. She has no idea who I need right now. I just repeat my question, "Where is Harry?" I can see she doesn't want to tell me because she might be afraid I may go and seek him out. 

After a long moment she says, "I don't know where he ziz now, but last I eard he zas going to zry and break into Gringotts with ze goblin. He was looking for zomething there." She says softly.  

What could Harry want from Gringotts? I wonder about this for the rest of the night for there is surely no more sleep to come. After a while of no speaking Fleur leaves me to my thoughts. I can tell she thinks I have gone mad which I probably have. 

I wonder why my wound is taking so long to heal and Fleur answers this too, for the wound caused by the knife was far too deep to be cured fully by magic so they are having to nurse it the way muggles would.