Pathetic. (A Draco Malfoy fanfiction)

Chapter 32.

I thought it was the sun that blinded me when I opened my eyes, But I blinked at it a couple times and realized that it was the moon, directly above where I lay in the....whatever this is.
It shines brighter than I've ever seen before, illuminating the trees I can see surrounding me, and it begs the question,
"Where the fuck am I ?"

A small bird takes off at the sound of my voice, flying over the top of the hole I didn't realize I was in, and scaring the shit out of me.
I sit up, and realize that I was laying in dirt.
Fucking dirt.

How the hell did I get into this? Sitting in a hole in the middle of what looks to be a forest, but of course I can't really tell if I'm in the middle of it just going by sight because again, I'm in a fucking hole.

Where's Draco? Where are Hermione and Ron? Or anyone for that matter? Add those to my list of questions that's expanding every passing second, like this question, why am I still sitting in this hole?
Easy enough to answer, I don't fucking know.

I try to stand up, but the dirt underneath me is loose, and my legs are somewhat wobbly, so I just drag myself over the edge and onto the above ground, which is covered in pine needles, patches of dry grass, and ants, because that's exactly what I need right now, to be covered in fucking ants.

I sit myself up, and my legs go all fuzzy like when they wake themselves up after you've been sitting too long.
I'm completely surrounded by forest, though it seems eerily quiet.
No birds, no branches rustling, no leaves crunching under the feet of an animal, just complete and utter silence.
I can see a hawk or something on a branch high above me, but he seems to be completely frozen, his beak is stuck partially open with what looks like a mouse hanging out of it.
Why isn't it eating?
I glance back down at the ground around me and realize suddenly that the ants aren't moving either.
What the fuck is going on?

There was a bird up here....it flew when I spoke, where did it fly off to? Why is everything else frozen and that bird wasn't?
I hear somewhat of a mumble to my left, and it startles me so much, I nearly fall back into the hole, barely catching myself with my fingers in the dirt before my useless legs just slide back down.
I turn to look, and there's the bird, some sort of sparrow or something, and it's laying on the ground, almost as if it were dead.
But how could it have died in the time since I last saw it? Especially since everything else is frozen, what could've happened to it?

There's that mumbling again, it's soft, but distinctly human, and it makes my blood run cold.
There can't be somebody else here...I would've seen them by now...so what is it?
I strain my eyes and look closer at the bird, and I realize that it's beak is moving. The mumbling sound is coming from the bird.

My fingers pull against the dirt as I struggle to drag myself over to the little creature, the mumbling gets clearer and clearer as I near it, eventually becoming actual, full words,
"No peace...no rest...no rest for the unworthy..."
No what? No peace?
I've got two more questions now,
question one, what is it talking about?
And question two, why am I listening to a fucking bird?
I want to look away, I want to get onto my feet and go home, but somehow...I can't bring myself to turn my gaze off of that suddenly twisting, whispering bird.

"No peace....no peace...NO REST!"
It shouts, sending me crawling backwards in fear, pine needles fall all around us, having been unsettled from their branches by that horrible voice.

I watch it with blurring vision and a pounding heart, my ears ring like a grenade detonated beside me, the body writhes and pulses and...and grows? It's getting bigger with each passing second, the legs stretch out unnaturally and start to bend in the opposite direction, it's wings shed all of their feathers, it's beak begins to shorten.
I can only try my best to keep focusing on it, though my head spins at the sight, the horror of it makes me want to keel over and throw up.

Within a moment, the bird transformed into a man.
He is cloaked in dark rags, but as he continues to writhe in presumed pain, his leg becomes exposed, and I can see that it's covered in blood.
"W-what...wha-"
I can only babble like a child, my mouth opens and closes uncontrollably at the scene before me.
He whips his head towards me, thick eyebrows made up of tiny feathers, his eyes are inky black, filled with hatred and pain as he looks me over.
"No rest for the unworthy...."
he hisses, I know better than to respond.
He starts to crawl closer to me, so I have to frantically back up to try and get away.

"Live the life you have craved...live the life of my master....no rest.....not when he is dead....live with what you have created...."
it's voice no longer seems to come from it's mouth, though the lips move, it's...detached, almost. The movements are all wrong.

"Who-who is your master?"
I already know the answer to my question, I don't know why I asked, it won't bring me any comfort, I don't think anything can.
He makes a sound, a squeaking, forceful, choked screech, and for a moment I think he's changing again, but I catch sight of his mouth again, and I realize that he's laughing.

"The master you murdered...the true master of all....you know who I speak of....my master....our master..."
"Voldemort was not my master." I say, trying to keep my voice firm, even as terrified as I am.
It makes that noise again, but this time, it lets it drag out, letting it continue until he's out of breath, until it's nothing but a high pitched whine.
In an instant, it's hand is around my throat, and it's face is inches away from my own, I can see his teeth, as bloodstained as his leg, as bloodstained as the fingers around my neck, I can smell him, and he smells like death.

"He will be you master until the day you die! Ruling your thoughts....your decisions...everything you do....will be of his creation. No rest for the unworthy....no peace..."

"What are you?" I choke out, feeling myself get more lightheaded the longer I breathe in his scent.

"I am the necromancer.....stupid child...I am the bringer of life....I give loved ones back to their families...I drag souls back from the beyond and breathe air into their lungs...I am the decider of peace....I am the giver of rest...and you shall have none!"
In a burst of feathers, my throat is released, and the necromancer is gone.

I sputter with every breath and try to ground myself desperately, but that's rather difficult when you have no idea where you are.
Where was I, all this time? I couldn't have been...no, that's impossible. I couldn't have been...I gotta get home.