My perspective

14|Playing with fire

!!!MENTION OF BLOOD!!!!

"Come with me." She had told me. "We'll have some fun." Her eerie smile growing larger. "A-alright." I said, afraid as to what she would do if I said no. Bellatrix gave me a long robe, blacker than the night. "Put on the hood and make sure your face isn't seen." She tells me sternly. "Why?" I ask curiously. "Do you want to go to Azkaban?" I didnt ask anymore questions. Me, Bellatrix, Barty and Fenrir walked through the streets of Diagon Alley. Bellatrix pointed to a lonely shop called "Tanner's quills and letters" the sign was worn out, and you could barely read the words. The streets were busy, but none of the wizards or witches paid attention to the shop. As if it was invisble. Fenrir barged through the back door. The one person in the store, which I'm guessing was Mr. Tanner, jumps up out of his desk seat. "What do we have here?" Bellatrix laughs, making both me and  Mr. Tanner uncomfortable. Fenrir walks up the stairs of the shop. "Looks like a filthy mudblood!" Barty yells. I wince at the name. "I-if you n-need any-yth-ing-" "Silence!" Bellatrix's booming voice interrupts the scrawny, old man. I stand in the door frame, unsure of what to do. I hear an explosion upstairs. "Crucio!" Barty's voice shouts, and a bright red stream of light escapes his wand. The poor man falls off his feet, landing in the dusty old floor. I gasp in shock. I start to smell smoke. I finally take a look around me, to see Bellatrix setting the bloody place on fire. The flames grow bigger, bigger. The man's screams ring in my ears. Barty's laughs interrupt the screams. Then Fenrir comes stomping down, adding more fuel to the fire by casting the Diffindo spell on the man. The man stops shaking, and small cuts litter his body. Blood slowly starts pouring out of the cuts, making a deep red puddle around his body. The blood leaks from his eyes, ears, mouth, nose. I dont know what to do, so I watch. By this time the witches and wizards outside have noticed the fire trapping the store. More screams. Mr. Tanner pounds his fist at the ground, splattering his blood on my shoes. He clutches his chest, and moans out in agony. Tears well up in my eyes. More footsteps are heard. "We're done here." Barty states. Bellatrix steps over the bleeding man's body, not caring of she steps on him or not. She grabs my arm and speed walks out of the store. Before Fenrir closes the door, I hear one word come from the half dead man's mouth. "Maria......" and then his eyes close. He stops moving. He lays there, in his own puddle of blood, surrounded by flames. 

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That was 3 weeks ago. Ever since my first meeting, I've been moving from the Malfoy manor to the Ira manor. Both of my parents are off somewhere doing "business". I spend most of my time with the Malfoy's. I even have my own room. I walk through the halls of the Malfoy manor. I eat the same meals as Narcissa, Lucius, and Draco. And on the occasion, Bellatrix. I still cant look her in the eye after what she did. I couldnt shake the words of the man. He was so innocent. Was Maria his wife? Or perhaps his daughter. Nevermind, it shouldn't matter anyway. But it did, to me. Most nights I would get woken up by the same dream. Mr. Tanner, the flames, his last moments. I couldn't imagine how much grief Maria must have right now, carrying the loss of a loved one. The dreams arent always the same. Sometimes, instead of Mr. Tanner, its Hermione. I know she's a muggle born. This could definitely happen to her. What of it already did? I havent heard anything about it in the Daily Prophet. Everytime I would lay my head on my pillow, I would hear the screams, smell the smoke. See his bloody hands. I would scream, trying to make it stop. And when it wouldn't, I would scream louder. Waking up Narcissa and Lucius. They would send Ranoo, their house elf over to my room to tell me to be queit. 

"Master Lucius said......"

"Mistress Narcissa said......"

"I have been called to come here...."

Each time I would say sorry but the next night would be completely the same. After about 2 days, everytime I would wake up screaming, drenched in sweat, Draco would come into my room, lay down in my bed with me and comfort me. Instead of telling me to shut up he would say

"It's only a dream......"

"I'm here........" 

You're okay, dont be scared...."

He would brush my hair aside, wrap his arm around my waist. I eventually did get some sleep, after feeling perfectly secure and protected by Draco. Me and him have gotten much closer these past few weeks. Every morning  we would eat breakfast together, walk the gardens together, read books in the library together. Wherever I was, he was also. "Draco seems like a nice boy, don't you think?" My mother says, picking up her eggs with a fork. I'm currently sitting at the dinner table in the Ira manor. It's been some time since I've seen my parents, not that I'm complaining. I look up from my own eggs and tomatoes. "I know what you're thinking about mother, and it's not going to happen." I say the last part clearly and loudly. "But Cassiopeia,  your time to marry is nearing." She negotiates. "No, me and Draco's relationship is perfectly fine as it is." I say, standing and turning towards the door. "That's not what he thinks." My father states innocently. I stop in my tracks and turn around. "What?" "Cassiopeia, your mother's right. You are coming of age and Draco is the perfect gentleman to-" "To what?!" I snap. "Escort me? Marry me off to?" My parents sit their in shock. "Did you ever once think to ask what I want?" I storm up the stairs. I'm about to go into my room when Cassian's catches my eyes. I take my wand from my pocket and whisper "Alohamora." Under my breath. I open the door and close it behind me. My nose is immediately filled with the scent of fresh apples and honey. The white bed is made, with an empty nightstand at its side. There's a desk, with papers and drawings. The drawings are big and colorful. One of his owl, Felicity. One of Sabine Macy Rue, his favorite painting at Hogwarts. One of me and him when we were young. I walk over to the bookshelf, which is filled with books about jinxes and hexes, pranks and candy. I put a hand on the bed. It's cold and hard. I sit down. Blonde curly hair, stubby nose, lime green crystal eyes. I put my feet on the bed. Laughter, fireworks, and a golden dog. I put my head down on the pillow. "Let's do and say we didn't."