They say that love can make you do crazy things.
Lorelai herself never thought she would ever fall in love with anyone until one day she was paired up with a certain blond haired Slytherin.
[Golden Trio Era]
[Draco x OC]
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Time flowed like cement. Lorelai glanced at her wrist watch for the time. A minute had passed since she last checked an hour ago, or so it seemed. Sitting there with nothing to stare at but the inside of an old tent was excruciatingly dull and there was no telling when something minimally interesting would happen. It was so pointless too. Leave the confort of your family to hunt Horcruxes, nearly five months passed and nothing changed, nearly dying countless times, living in constant fear of being caught. She began to drift into an unpleasant daydream or was it a paranoid fantasy? It helped pass the time and she wasn't one for entertaining herself with optimism. Better to be prepared for the worst to happen.
In this unpleasant daydream she was in a dark cellar, much like the cellar she was in at the Malfoy Manor, but this time, Draco wasn't there. She was being held in a kneeling position on the cold, damp ground and in front of her was her dad, brother, Hermione, Ron and Harry. One by one they were being tortured until they couldn't handle the pain anymore and collapsed onto the ground. They were still alive, but barely. Then they were killed, starting with Ron and ending with her father. Their lives were taken from them one by one. Once they were all killed, a masked Death Eater turned to her and killed her.
It wasn't the first time that Lorelai would drift away into these unpleasant daydreams, it happened more times that she would like to admit. Hermione was the only person she confided in and she would normally be the person to snap her out of them. So today when Hermione noticed that her friend was staring at nothing with a dull look on her face, she knew why right away. She got up from the snow covered ground and walked up to Lorelai, shaking her to snap her out of it.
"What the— blimey, Hermione! Don't have to shake me so hard." Lorelai complained.
"Yes I do." She snaps back. "You shouldn't drift off like that. You're only making yourself more depressed than you already are."
"We're all depressed."
"Well seeing you more depressed only makes me more depressed." Hermione stressed.
"You're right, I'm sorry."
Hermione didn't answer, instead she went back to reading the book she took from Bathilda's house. The book by Rita Skeeter about Dumbledore's supposed lies. Since the fire was dying out, Lorelai went on the hunt for a few more twigs to throw in there. It wasn't very hard to find them, considering they were in the middle of the forest. When she was finished, the fire went from being just smoke to a small flame, it wasn't much, but it was better than smoke. They hear twigs snap behind them and turn around to see Harry walking up to them. He had been resting in the tent.
"Wow." Harry gaped, taking in his surroundings. They arrived last night and Harry only left the tent just know, while Lorelai and Hermione had been awake for hours. He hadn't seen the forest yet.
"Are you feeling better?" Hermione asks.
"You've outdone yourself this time, Hermione."
"The forest of Dean. I came here once with mum and dad... years ago. It's just how I remember it. The trees, the river — everything. Like nothing's changed." She remembered.
