𝐀𝐌𝐀𝐑𝐀𝐍𝐓𝐇𝐈𝐍𝐄 ✔︎ ━ 𝖬𝖠𝖫𝖥𝖮𝖸

⚓︎ 𝙀𝙭𝙞𝙡𝙚𝙙 ⚓︎

Draco's POV;

Finally, my escape.

My father had gone away, on a business trip to Europe, and he had finally gained enough trust in me to leave me alone.

I'm going to find her, I'm going to find my doll.

I pulled the black suit jacket off my arms and tossed it onto the floor. I then loosened my tie and tugged it from my neck, following that by unbuttoning my black collared shirt.

I pulled on a dark green sweater and a pair of black jeans. I grabbed my wand from my bed and held it up to preform the teleportation spell that would take me to Hogsmeade.

"Apparition." I said calmly, holding the wand straight in front of my nose. Within moments, I went from a dark, gloomy bedroom, to a rainy and sunset-ridden Hogsmeade.

I smiled at the sight. It had been years, at least five since I had been here, and it was even more beautiful than I remembered. The streets were littered with people and cars, even some animals.

I looked around for a few moments, then decided to get on the task of finding her. I tucked my wand into my back pocket then got on it.

The sky was painted a beautiful deep orange and yellow color. Sunset is so incredibly beautiful here. I missed seeing it, the beauty of this place. I've been in the shadows, living in fear- darkness.

I inhaled a deep breath and decided to get on finding her. My first stop was her shop; Threads of Hogsmeade, but considering the time I was unsure if she would be there or not.

I walked in that direction, my feet stepping through the puddles of the rain that had fallen- and that were still falling.

My heart and stomach were in pits. I was unsure if she would remember me, or even recognize me. It's been so long, five years too long. I can still see her face, but I'm not sure if she can see mine.

I eventually arrived in front of the shop- her shop, but the closed sign on the door noted that she wasn't in. But, a very good clue to her whereabouts was that the bell on the door still rung, ever so slightly, so she had just left.

I turned around and walked further down the sidewalk, toward the city. The sidewalks stretched on and on for many blocks, so I presumed using a shortcut would be my best option.

I cut through one of the dark, back alleyways, hoping it would give me a quicker route. But, the alleyway was empty, completely free of any person or anything.

I weaved out of the alleyway and through another one. This one was covered, so no rain managed to seep through. It was dark, gloomy, it reminded me of where I had come from.

I entered through it, and just as quickly as I entered I wept.

A body, the body of a girl had fallen in the slightest bit of light peering through the roof. She looked dead- or perhaps dying. Another figure, that of a girl has run moments after she fell- that was who I assumed the killer was.

I ran to the body, wrapping my hands around her shoulders, bringing my head toward me so I could see her features.

A soft face, delicate, innocent. Beautiful eyes that could tell a million stories. It was her.

My doll.

She was dying. My hands trembled, shaked, as they held her wounds. She had two that I could see, two large wounds that almost looked as though knives had been dragged down her stomach.

She whispered something. So softly, so quietly I almost didn't hear it. "I love you." Is what she said. Her voice was quivering. Maybe with fear, maybe with pain, maybe with both.

My eyes swelled up, so much I could barely see her face, but I forced myself to look. This is the last time I'll ever see her.

Tears flooded my face, my pale skin was streaked with water. "I love you more, doll." I said back, my voice shuddering with pain, sadness, anger. All of it, everything was circling inside of me.

She was dying in my arms, with me hovering over her. I heard her last breath, her last gasp of air, painful and hurting. She inhaled her final pool of oxygen.

And then she was dead.

My only, my everything, my love, my doll. She was gone, right between my fingertips.

I couldn't stay here, I couldn't be here. Someone could see me with her, and possibly think it was me who had done the deed.

I took one last look at her ethereal face, and then I got up and ran, I ran toward the person, the girl, that had done this to my love.

I already had a few suspects in mind. Pansy, Bella, or even Esme, but since Pansy and Bella are brunette I could only assume it was them. But Bella could never do such a thing, she has too much guilt. So it must've been the wicked Pansy looking for revenge.

I grasped my wand like a lifeline, sprinting toward where I had last seen Pansy turn.

I saw her figure, a brunette girl wearing all black. She still held her wand, walking quickly toward something, perhaps a person, maybe a thing, maybe even a place.

I slowed down a few paces, clutching my wand. My breath was heaving. I knew this would be my only chance for revenge, my only chance to hurt her like she hurt me.

She turned down an alleyway, a dark one, that was completely empty. She slowed to a slow walk, which gave me just enough leverage.

I grabbed her arm, her upper arm, with so much force her wand flung from her hand and onto the muddy ground we stood on.

Her face was horrified, bewitched, like she had just seen a ghost. It had been five years, so I wasn't surprised to see her so concerned and frightened.

"You killed her. You filthy, filthy little girl." I said between gritted teeth, my voice harnessed with anger. She killed her, my love, there's no way I'm going to let her walk free.

"What are you going to do to me?" She asked with a petrified tone. My fingers around her arm tightened, I knew exactly what I'd do- exactly what my love would want me to do.

I'd send her to Azkaban.

"I'm taking you to the ministry of magic so they can send you to Azkaban. And you'll never, ever be coming back here." I said forcefully, my tone angry and hostile.

Though she's dead, my love is dead, I got revenge.