The Girl Who Lived ☆ D. MALFOY

Chapter 58

A/N- hi guys! this chapter is kinda all over the place, but i hope you have fun with it. it's certainly very... revealing. i wrote this instead of my twelve-page essay due in like three hours lol. enjoy!

Word Count: 1409

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"Harry, Y/n, how could you?" Hermione wailed as I slid down the wall to sit beside Harry who was still holding the back of his head. I summoned ice from the refrigerator for him but said nothing in the process. I closed my eyes and rested my head against the wall behind me.

I just hurt my godfather, the closest thing I'd ever had, or would ever have, to a father. Not only did I hurt him, but I also used my "powers" on him. Powers that I clearly can't fully control, and I could have done more than push him into a table.

However, the most terrifying part of it all was the fact that I wanted to. I'd wanted to hurt him for what he said and what he did to Harry. I was already angry at anything and everything because the slightly less than ideal situation we're in, but him running away from a family that so many wished they could have was the last straw.

I couldn't be with the love of my life, and my parents couldn't be with me. And yet, with the privilege he had of being with the ones he loves, he wanted to run away.

"Parents," said Harry from my left, "shouldn't leave their kids unless they've got to."

I violently wiped away the angry tears that had slipped over my cheeks before nodding in response. Broken images of my past, though darker than before, were flashing through my mind. Sirius falling through the veil with the ghost of a grin still gracing his prematurely aged features, the lifeless eyes of Cedric Diggory on the ground as his parents let out cries of anguish. The most predominant were memories of the astronomy tower. In my head, darkness seeped into the already gruelling images of Draco's tear-stained face, Dumbledore's lifeless body suspended in the air under the Dark Mark.

"Y/n..." said Hermione tentatively.

"What?" I snapped. She flinched backwards.

"Your hands..."

I glanced down to see wisps of black licking my fingertips and crawling up my arms. The floor underneath me started to fade from its normal brown colour to black. It was almost as if the wood was being drained of life as the cracks in it grew larger and more jagged and the colour faded. The surface of the floor beneath my hands was no longer sleek and stained but dried out and older looking than ever.

I pulled my hands from the ground immediately with a start and the wisps immediately faded but the floorboards stayed destroyed and decayed.

Without looking at any of the others or acknowledging their calls, I rushed to the nearest bathroom where I locked the door and leaned over the sink. My body trembled to no extent and it took all of my willpower and energy to refrain from draining the life out of everything around me. I could feel the shadows around me pulling at my soul and moulding with my body. I was scared, to say the least. I felt less than human. 

I turned on every light possible in an attempt to extinguish the darkness. My breathing was shallow and was making my head hurt even after my pulse began to steady itself. I sat on the edge of the sink with my hands cradled to my chest, thinking.

I don't remember dozing off, but I know it happened. Even if only for a few minutes, the scene in my mind was enough to cause my hands to tremor nearly as violently as before.

I could tell that I was on my knees and in some sort of restraints despite being unable to move. Figures were on all sides of me, but the fact that I didn't know who they were made me even more uneasy. I felt trapped.