Promise You'll Never Forget

Chapter 29

The halls were empty with most students at a last minute quidditch match set up between Hufflepuff and Slytherin. Only a few loitering children saw me weeping as I walked towards the Astronomy tower. The ones that did shot concerning stares and sympathetic smiles my way, assuming by now the cause of my cries was probably the blonde slytherin that was back in hospital bed 6.

What he just told me, it shocked me, sickened me, how he could've been behind those attacks. I walked with anger and hurt and betrayal laced in my steps, the feeling of being lied to haunted me from when I was little, my dad always manipulating me into believing I'm the bad guy, bending the truth in his favour, since he's left I have sworn I'd never lie, and I would never put up with lying from a friend or more.

Something deep inside me screamed that he didn't lie at all, that he simply avoided the truth to save an uncomfortable and complicated conversation.

Still, did he break my trust?

The metal bars were chilled under the touch of my hands, the summer breeze nipping at my skin as the essence of the storm a few hours away crept into the air around Hogwarts.

Beads of water formed in the corners of my eyes, trying to comprehend how someone I know and cared for so deeply could ever do such a sinister thing as to hurt students, of which they've known for years.

The thoughts turned in my head, like a hurricane of wrongs and rights, the good and the bad, actions and intentions. They manifested into a whirlwind of everything said by Draco, whenever I asked, whenever there was a slight mention of doing his 'own things' or taking care of something else, all the little comments throughout the year that hinted there was something more going on that I didn't know about became outstandingly suspicious.

It called to question if I really knew him at all, or whether he put on an Oscar worthy performance that even had him believing at times.

The weather started to turn for the worse as the claps of thunder took less time to follow its counterparts of the storm as it crept closer to the school. The clouds had grown a deep grey, painting pictures of heinous battlefields that were littered with death and destruction.

The cries I once wept had dried, my hair now loose and free of moisture being swept behind me by the wind as I face the incoming worsening conditions, putting me in a trance as the thoughts in my brain stirred.

Did he expect me to keep this to myself? To know full well what happened to Katie and Ron and not tell them, or a professor or anyone. The anxiety of holding the truth from all these clueless students would surely take a toll on my sanity. Withholding the truth from someone in dire need of knowing is despicable, it's no better lying.

A loud crack of a floorboard followed by heavy panting spooked me from my hypnotic state. Whipping my head around I see Dumbledore draped over the sizeably smaller Harry Potter, obviously wounded badly.

"We need to get you to the hospital wing sir, to Madam Pomfrey." Harry spoke urgently, pleading for Dumbledore to follow his suggestions.

"No, Severus, Severus is who I need, tell him what happened, speak to no one else."

"Harry? Dumbledore?" I locked eyes with the pair as their heads spun around at the sound of a third voice in the seemingly empty tower.

"Miss Fay? What are you doing here?" Dumbledore asked visibly confused at why I was here.