Broken

Chapter 21

       "We are basically risking ourselves for others"
       "Yes Ms. Diggory, no one believes that he is back. And we need to keep them safe, but this future battle can cause your life's"
       "How do we know when the time has come" said harry.
       "This will tell you" said Professor Dumbledore as he pointed to Harry's scar.
       "Now let's go back to the ceremony" said Professor Dumbledore. I was scared I'll admit it. After me knowing that I can die in this future battle, I started becoming even more stressed. When we got to the Hall Room I saw Draco still looking sad so I decided to sit with him since it was just Crabbe and Goyle sitting next to him.
       "Are you okay" I said as he looked up with a small smile.
       "Yea I'm just not in a mood" said Draco as I raised one eyebrow at him.
       "We both know you aren't okay" I said as i patted his back.
       "Worry about yourself, You just lost your father" he said as I looked down.
       "I know i lost both my brother and father but im trying to fight through the pain you know" I said "I'm officially lonely and broke. I'll get used to it I guess" I said as he smiled.
       "Your tough" he said as we both giggled
       "I wished I was" i replied back "My father once told me that happiness doesn't come when we ask for it, it comes from us trying, Oliver was my happiness after Cedric's death and now that we are no longer a thing, and then my father dead it makes me think that it's time to look for happiness again because if i just stand here doing nothing and just waiting for a fairy to come boom their wand and bam I got happiness i know that won't happen i need to try to look for happiness it it's just hard but you can look for happiness also you know" I said as Draco looked at me.
"Your easy to talk to I thought we would never end up being like this" he said as I gave him a smile.
"We both have stuff in common and we bearly noticed" I said as Draco just smiled.
"Well I'll see you around I need to go fix my things" I said as I got up and walked to my dorm room. I started thinking about my father and Cedric after I left from talking with Draco. It was tuff it really was it was tuff not having the only two people I cared for the most. I decided to walk into one of the girls restrooms that people hardly use because of moaning myrtle. I walked in and started crying. I swear if I had one wish it would be to bring both of them back. I stood next to a mirror and started looking at myself while crying. I didn't know why i would think about them out of the random but they would randomly come up in my mind. I started feeling sharp pain on my left fore arm for no reason. I lifted up my sleeve and saw a snake forming. I started panicking until I looked in the mirror and saw what people call Voldemort.
"Welcome to the death eaters Justice, you won't regret being here with us, you will come to Malfoy Manor tonight no questions to be asked or you will be... killed you got no choice", "Your ring" he continued but he ended up disappearing. I looked behind the mirror and saw no one. I thought I was day dreaming but no i tried taking off my ring but it was stuck It wouldn't come off and it turned form silver to black. I looked at myself in the mirror and let off a smile.
"Stop Justice stop" i said to myself as i fell to the ground against the wall and grabbed my head. I couldn't help but looking at myself in the mirror and i ended up seeing Voldemort killing both my brother and father. I didn't know to do so i punched the mirror until it broke causing my hands to bleed. I walked out the rest room with my hand bleeding I ran to the Slytherin common room and saw some people in there so I ran into my dorm room and locked the door. My taste in everything changed. I started hating everything around me even myself. I didn't know how I would be able to speak with Harry, Hermione, Ron, Luna, Ginny, and Neville while being a death eater what if they hate me and they never end up talking to me ever again. I had already lost everything now imagine me loosing them.