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𓆙𝑓𝑖𝑓𝑡𝑦 𝑒𝑖𝑔ℎ𝑡𓆙

"Where am I?"

I ask as I slowly wake up.

My body is lying on the cold cement. My head is pounding, I must have been hit by the head. All I remember is calling out for Draco during the war before arriving here.

"Hello, Celeste."

I hear my grandfather greet as he stands in front of me.

I hear a muggle train pass by from afar, meaning that I am in the muggle world. I clutch my head as I look around. We are both in a dark, empty ally way.

"Why did you?"

I ask, but I am interrupted shortly.

"I can't let you live on like that, betraying your own kind."

He says with disappointment.

"I would rather betray my own kind than to live as an puppet for the dark lord."

I spat back as I slowly sit up against the cement.

"You let my mother die and now you are going to kill your granddaughter too?"

I ask, hate and rage filling up my words.

"Your mother had to be killed!"

He yells, some pain in his voice.

"If she had just obeyed us, she wouldn't have been killed."

He explains as he looks down to his shoes, some sorrow in his eyes.

I kick his ankle, causing him to drop his wand to the floor. I step on it, causing a small sound of a snap to be heard. At least some damage was done before he picks it up.

"I would rather rebel than to be under the rules of the dark lord."

I say, my eyes glaring into his.

He stares at me for a moment. For a moment it looked like remorse, reminding me that he is still a human being, that he is still my grandfather. He covers it up with his emotionless stare quickly, making the small amount of feeling vanish in a second.

"This is why I must do this."

He says as he closes his eyes.

"Do what?"

I ask.

"Obliviate"

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"Female, can't be over the age of thirty."

A paramedic says as they rush Celeste in a hospital.

Celeste is unconscious as she lies on the stretcher. She is a mystery, and will forever be a mystery in the muggle world.

"Low bp, no signs of serious lacerations."

Another paramedic says as they rush her in.

Everything is blurry, from her vision to her hearing. Celeste hears the health care workers treat her as she gains consciousness. She listens to the nurses yell out to another as she opens her eyes.

"You will be alright, just keep on breathing."

A doctor says as she checks for any signs of injuries.

"Where am I?'

Celeste mutters.

"You're in the Saint Lutheran hospital in London, you were laying in an alleyway. Do you remember your name?"

A nurse asks from afar as the doctor checks Celeste's eyes with a flash light.

Celeste shakes her head as her eyes squint.

"We could not find any personal identifications on her, only a bundle of cash and a emerald necklace."

Another worker calls out as they all rush around.

The hospital is hectic, it is a hospital in the middle of London after all. Celeste watches in a daze as everybody moves around. She doesn't know how and why she is here. She also doesn't understand who and what she is.

"The light is too bright."

Celeste whines as she covers her eyes.

"Alright, sorry."

A doctor says as she puts away her light.

"She has a concussion and shows signs of severe amnesia."

The doctor says.

"I need to go."

Celeste says.

The doctor and nurses stop her, making her lay back down. Celeste doesn't know where to go, or even how to get there. The only thing she knows is that someone is out there waiting for her, so she has to go.

"Where? Do you know any names right now?"

One of the nurses asks.

Celeste stares out front. No names at the moment pops up, nothing pops up.

𓆙𓆙𓆙𓆙𓆙𓆙𓆙𓆙𓆙𓆙𓆙𓆙𓆙

Celeste clutches onto the emerald necklace. She feels like she should remember something, something so major and important. She felt like a chunk of her soul was stripped away, she felt so empty. She could only remember a faint feeling, a faint feeling of something she couldn't explain.

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During this time back at Hogwarts, Draco stares at the other side. In his pocket he has the second emerald necklace that he gave to Celeste, he found it on the rubble ground. He is clutching a wand, a wand that would could change everything.

He stares at the presumably dead, Harry Potter. He hopes in his heart that he is still alive, that everything wont be over like this.

"Draco."

Lucius calls to Draco.

Draco only stares at him, he doesn't want to join back. He fought so hard, he fought against 'his' people.

"Draco, come."

Narcissa asks, her voice soft.

I'm sorry.

Draco apologizes in his head to Celeste as he walks over to the other side.

"Ah, well done, Draco."

Voldemort praises as he keeps his arms open.

"Well done."

He says again as they exchange a cold hug.

Draco feels sick, he wants to vomit. He doesn't want to be touched nor even seen by the dark lord. He doesn't want to be apart of this, he never did. Yet he always found himself wrapped within it like a curse.

He stands next to his mother as he stares at the ground with shame. He is lost in his own world, in his own time. He doesn't even realize that Neville began to speak as he just thinks. He clutches on the emerald that his lover that he adores once wore around her neck. It was only a couple of hours ago, yet it feels like it happened a month ago. He wondered if he would have caved in if Celeste was here, if she would have stopped this.

As if his wish came true, as if he wished it upon a star, Harry pushes Voldemort away from him.

This is it, this is my last chance.

Draco thinks as he begins to sprint towards Harry. His hand unclutches the emerald necklace before clutching a wand.

"Potter!"

He yells as he throws the wand to Harry.

Harry catches it as he runs.

I did it and everything was for you.