The Girl Who Lived ☆ D. MALFOY

Chapter 33

A/N- ahahaha... whoops.

Word Count: 1119

Y/n's POV:
"Where is he? I want to see him," I say, throwing the covers off of myself and stumbling out of bed. My legs, upon meeting the floor, gave out from under me. Draco tried to help me up from the ground, but I swatted at his hands. "Don't touch me, I could hurt you!"
"You're not going to hurt me, I know you won't," he replied calmly, but I shook my head furiously.
"I hurt Harry, I could easily do the same to you. I want to see him." I forced my fatigued body to my feet and walked to the door. Turning the handle, I found it to be locked, and when I reached in my pocket for my wand, it wasn't there. It wasn't on the bedside table or the floor, either. "Draco, where is my wand? And why is the door locked?" I asked in a deadly-calm voice. He doesn't answer, so I turn to look at him. "Draco," I repeat more forcefully.
"They took it," he answered simply and in an almost-whisper. I felt my fingers twitching with power before he stood and took my shoulders in his hands.
"Calm down." I loved how he was stern, but not rude. He was helpful and real... but not cruel. Just the sound of his voice was enough to make me relax. I didn't really know what to do, so I just laid my forehead on his chest. I could feel him chuckle as he rubbed my arms. "It's all right, darling. Are you okay now?" I nodded, though it was slightly more difficult with the current position I was in. "I think I can get you to see your brother, but only to see the condition he's in," he whispered, his breath tickling my ear.
Instead of responding, I nodded my head, though it's nearly imperceptible. He uses his wand (since mine is still nowhere in sight) to unlock the door with a far more complicated spell than alohomora. They, very evidently, did not want me to leave. I couldn't help but feel infuriated, but at the same time, I knew they were right to try keeping me away from everyone else. Especially Harry. I winced in remembrance of the event, hating myself more and more for losing control. We entered the room where Harry lay, bringing me out of my hateful thoughts. He was deathly pale, but the steady rise and fall of his chest gave me some reassurance. "H-How did I do this?" I whisper to no one.
I scramble back out of the room, not waiting for Draco. Once back in my secluded room, I curl up into a ball on top of the covers, hugging my knees to my chest. Draco rushes in after me and sits at the edge of the bed, not moving any closer. I didn't mention how I noticed him lock the door back because I knew he had reason to do so. "I'm a monster," I grumble, muffled slightly by my arm in front of my face.
"No, you're not," he answers immediately. I throw my arms down, and look at him through tear filled eyes.
"Yes, I am," I snap, "You saw him. He could have died, and it would have been my fault. I could very well do the same thing to someone else I love."
"You don't know what you're saying," he says looking at me sternly.
"No, you don't know what you're saying. You don't know what this is, you don't know what it's like to be scared of yourself-"
"You think I don't know?" he shouts, startling me into silence. "You know what I am. You know what I've done and what I can do, and you think I don't know what it's like to hate yourself day in and day out for what you've become? I am always scared of myself." I flinch backward at nearly every word, growing more scared and more angry.
"At least you know what you're doing! At least you know what you're capable of! I have nothing, absolutely nothing! Just a power I can't understand and can't control, and I'm scared!" My voice breaks, but I don't care. All I care about is stopping the flow of energy I can feel building up inside. I catch Draco glance down at my hands, then take a hesitant step backwards. Looking down, I see the same dark wisps coming off my finger tips, but this time I'm able to suppress it. My anger subsides and is replaced by sadness and betrayal.
"Even you're scared of me," I whisper, and without waiting for a response, I burst through the doors of my room. More like my prison... I did everything I could to control myself, and I knew I was becoming more stable, but I was still on edge. My body was drained, but I couldn't stop, I couldn't sleep, not until I was away from people I could hurt. I needed help. I let my feet pump faster and faster despite the burning pain throughout my body, and I barely noticed where my feet were carrying me until I met the gargoyles at the entrance of Dumbledore's study.
"Are you going to give me the password or not?"
"Ah, acid pops." I choke out, hoping and praying the password is correct. When the door slides open in front of me, I release the breath I didn't know I had been holding.
Stepping through the threshold, I let the moving steps carry me up to the headmaster's study. I had barely knocked once when I heard a muffled 'enter' from inside. I walked in slowly, stumbling over my own feet slightly before I stood in front of professor Dumbledore.
"Ah, Miss Potter, I was wondering when I'd be seeing you," he said all too calmly. I found myself at a loss for words.
"Uh, I-" I stuttered out, "I need help."
An explanation came tumbling off of my tongue before I could even stop it. Halfway through, the headmaster holds up his hand, so I shut my mouth thinking I've said far too much. "What's wrong with me?" I ask weakly after a moment of silence.
"Miss Potter, what's happening to you is not normal," he starts, and I don't bother fighting the urge to roll my eyes," but it can be controlled. I've known of a few others who can do what you do, and not all have chosen to use it for good, but I know that you can." I inhale, not knowing how to respond.
"Teach me," I blurt. "Help me to fix what I've done and make sure it doesn't happen again."