"Oh, I'll stop it. I'll end it now, Malfoy." He tried to shake his head. He tried to move his hands. He tried to do something. But all he could do was hang there and watch helplessly as she lay there below him, about to die.
She stared up at him, seeing the uncontrollable pain in his eyes as his body shuddered, struggling to move yet unable to. She could see now that this is what she meant to him. She could see that he would gladly trade places with her just so that she could live. He would die for her now, because she was worth it.
"Draco," she whispered. Out of the corner of her eye, she could see Weiler point his wand at her. "Draco..."
"No," he groaned. "No!"
"He's very lucky to even be alive, Narcissa. Mr. Zambini got him here on time."
"What will happen to him?"
"He will be carefully monitored for the next few days. Blood replenishing potions will be given, as well as bandage changes and potions. We did all we could about his appearance."
"He looks...he'll hate himself..."
"Had he been brought to me earlier, I could have done something to salvage his looks, but his body has been decomposing slowly over the past few days, being denied the right to die off right away. As I said, he's lucky to be alive and he should be grateful. But he will not look the same. His hair has grown back, though it isn't exactly platinum. His spine was repaired, but his bones will be weak. He might have a limp. His mouth will frown permanently and his face will hold scars."
"What about his eye?"
"I'm afraid there is nothing that can be done about it. An eye patch will have to be worn and potions taken to keep it from being infected. I'm very sorry about this whole affair, Mrs. Malfoy. From what I heard when he was brought in, he has been through a lot."
Ginny rounded the corner, rubbing her shoulder ruefully. It was still paining her from her encounter with Blaise's mother. Sighing, she stopped, catching sight of Harry and Ron. They walked over, frowning.
"Where've you been?" Harry asked. Ginny bit her lip, but before she could answer, someone else spoke.
"Potter, Weasley," Blaise barked from his spot in the shadows, staring out at them. Ginny began heading over when Ron grabbed her arm. She shook him off and continued over. Blaise gave her the tiniest smile before scowling at the two Gryffindor boys. "Potter, what do you know about the Dark Lord?" Harry's eyebrows rose in shock and apprehension. He eyed Blaise, unsure.
"What's it to you what I know?" he shot back and Blaise let out a short laugh, eyes serious.
"It's everything to you. I know about you and him. What Slytherin doesn't?" Harry took a step closer to him.
"What are you on about, Zambini?"
"I'm on about you, the Dark Lord and a little prophecy made about seventeen or so years ago. That ring any bells?" Even Ginny looked shocked.
"How the hell do you know about that?" Ron hissed, wand out. Blaise eyed him.
"My mother happens to be an Unspeakable, so I got access to the Revolving Room and the Chamber of Prophecies. Wasn't that hard to stumble upon one with Potter's name on it. Of course, I never touched it, but my mother knew some tricks in getting it to talk anyway." Harry's eyes narrowed, wand up.
"Why are you telling me this?" he demanded. Blaise shoved down the wand, stepping closer to Harry.
"Because like it or not, this war is starting and, like it or not, you need not only mine, but Draco Malfoy's help. We both have something of value on the line." Harry snorted.
"Oh really. What could you possibly have of value? Money? Manors? That stuff will be destroyed with the war." Blaise leaned forward, glancing at Ginny.
"Not all value is measured in silver and gold, Potter," he muttered so only Harry could hear. With that, he moved back and leaned against the wall, watching Harry's face carefully. Several looks crossed the raven-haired young man with the thunderbolt shaped scar on his forehead. First, confusion, then anger, and finally acceptance. He nodded solemnly, holding out his hand.
"Fine. You help us." Ron looked livid.
"You're just going to let him in!! Just like that?!!" Blaise took Harry's hand and shook it.
"Just like that," Harry told him, glancing at Ginny, who gave him a small smile, which he returned. Pulling Blaise in by the collar, he growled, "I won't tell Ron. That's between you and him. But you hurt her, and I'll break your neck myself, understood?" Blaise smirked, pushing Harry away.
"Walk this way," he told them. "There are a few things you need to know." Ron glanced around.
"First off, where's Hermione?"
The first thing he noticed was the deafening silence around him. Then, when he tried opening his eyes, he realized, with fear, that his world had become like coal. He tried to talk, but only a horrible gurgling sound uttered forth and he struggled, his arms and legs tied to the bed. Sounds hurried around him, trying to coax him into silence, trying to get him to be silent. But he would not. They were keeping him down and had him blinded. Again, he tried to speak, but could not, only managing to gurgle and moan like a trapped animal, whose foot was caught in steel teeth. He struggled even more, fear more than anything driving him to break free. The sounds around him made no sense, only that they were trying to be soothing and comforting. But he would not be soothed. He would not be comforted. Not until he was free.
Eventually, exhausted from struggling, he relaxed and quieted down. The sounds dropped to whispers and he strained his ears to hear what was being said.
"...need to get a monitor..."
"...a bit scared..."
"...take it off..."
Suddenly, he found himself encased in silence. But only for a moment, as the whispers came back and he could suddenly see. Or, at least he thought he could. It was only a few moments later that he realized that he was not seeing with both eyes, but only his right. He was about to struggle when he felt someone take hold of his arms, keeping him still. He fixed the person with his good eye, seeing that it was Madam Pomfrey, with the help of Harry Potter, Ronald Weasley and Blaise Zambini. He immediately stopped, staring at them in horror. He tried to talk again, but the horrible gurgle errupted and fear took him.
What was happening with his voice? he thought frantically. He looked around his good eye and saw that his hands and legs had been strapped to the bed. Something moved and he jumped. He could not see to the left of himself and nearly leapt out of his skin at the sight of his mother appearing out of no where. He attempted to talk once more but, after a startingly futile effort, gave up, drained, physically and mentally.
"What happened to him?" Potter asked, staring at him with a mixture of hatred and pure grotesque fasination. The same went for Ronald Weasley and Madam Pomfrey. Ginny, Blaise and his mother merely wore the latter. Madam Pomfrey let go of Draco's arm and pulled out his arm, pointing at his throat.
"Soaratis," she whispered. A warm feeling attacked Draco's throat and then disappeared. Draco opened his mouth once more, but a moan came out, followed by an awful gurgling. Ron wrinkled his nose in disgust.
"He can't talk, the bastard," he growled.
"Mr. Weasley!" Madam Pomfrey cried, turning to him. "Language, please!!" She shook her head and left for her office. Panic now filled Draco.
This isn't happening!! This isn't happening!!
Narcissa stared at her son in solemness, touching his arms gently.
"Draco, can you hear me?" Draco nodded vigorously and again pulled at his arms but his mother shook her head. "No, Draco. They can't do that. Not until the Ministry gets here." His heart stopped.
Oh. My. Giddy. Aunt.
Blaise seemed to read his friend's grimacing face. "You're in deep, Draco. Pomfrey caught sight of your Mark and you've been screwed over by someone in the Ministry. The Wizengemot was especially happy to hear that you were, at the moment, immobile. You're not wriggling out of this one." He closed his eye and a groan escaped him. He would go to Azkaban, there was no argument there. His family had too many enemies in the Ministry, thanks of years of discrimination towards anyone less than a pureblood. He was about to just keep his eye shut when a thought came to him. His eye flew open and it roved over them, paniced, frightened.
Oh Merlin, where is Hermione?!?!!
They all stared at him as he began struggling and Ginny's eyes widened when she saw tears rolling down his right cheek.
"Oh, Draco..." Narcissa sat down next to him, taking his hand and squeezing it tightly. His eye pleaded with her, begging her to tell him something. Anything. He would even accept a lie. Anything but the silence.
Because silence is the acceptance of things unsaid.
"Draco..." Ginny bit her lip, tears in her eyes also. Harry and Ron had moved away a bit, their faces darkening as they looked away. Blaise watched as Draco began shaking his head, the tears coming down harder. A gurgling sound errupted from him, beautiful and terrible in pain. "She was taken to St. Mungo's, Draco...they...Draco, you need to understand-" But Draco would not understand. He would not be coaxed and manipulated to believe something that wasn't real and what they wanted him to understand. Pain ran through him and images flashed of those moments of torture. Her eyes, pain-filled and beautiful, echoed back ten-fold, hitting him like a semi truck.
This isn't supposed to happen...you're a Malfoy!!!
"Draco," came his mother's voice, pleading for him to listen but he tuned them out. Their voices faded into the abyss and he let his mind wander to the last image he had of her before everything had gone blank.
Narcissa touched her son's arm but he did not move except for the up/down of his chest. She turned to the youths behind her, shaking her head.
"He won't listen," she told them. "He...I do believe he loved her." Something flashed across Ron's eyes, but it was soon gone, replaced and he nudged Harry.
"Let's get out of here," he murmured. Harry nodded and motioned to Ginny and Blaise to do the same. They left the infirmary and stood outside. Ginny broke down, but before any of the boys could get to her, she rushed down the corridor and out of sight. Blaise stared after her and then back into the infirmary.
"We've got a war going on," he whispered. "We can't afford to get sidetracked." Ron gaped at him.
"If you haven't noticed, we're kind of missing someone!!" he yelled at him, tears also in his eyes. "We can't do this without Hermione!!"
"Well she's not here, is she?" Blaise hissed, taking a step towards him. "Look, Weasley. We're not going to get along, I can get that. But I need you to get over the fact that, in war, you're going to lose people. Draco will get over this and we'll talk to him. But you need to suck it up and move on. Your family is one of the biggest targets, you need to start thinking about them!" Ron glared and stormed down the hall after his sister, leaving the Boy-Who-Lived and the Slytherin alone together. Harry stared at Blaise for moment.
"What do you plan to do, Zambini?" he asked. "This isn't exactly your war." Blaise nodded.
"I know that. But this is Red's war. And I'm not going to abandon her just because of it. Besides, I don't want that son of a bitch taking over the magical world. He's too depressing." Harry laughed and began down the hallway, pausing to look back.
"Guess I'm on my own, huh?" Blaise nodded.
"Yeah, you kind of are. But don't worry, you've got a great support group. Remember, though. This is war. And in war, you're going to lose people. Whether you like it or not."
It was silent in the room. Moonlight streamed through the window as soft drip of blood hit the floor and shattered the silence. A fear held the room cold, no matter how nice and homey they tried to make the place. Darkness gripped every corner as tears rolled onto the sheets.
It played over through the sterilized air, a rythme that floated around and plagued the very mind it came from. Images played, memories and future.
Nobody knew who she was. She was alone, and all she had was the voice in her head. That voice and the small bump on her stomach. They had left her there but someone had taken her. She now lay, alone, in an alleyway. They had thrown her out for dead.
Again, the silence was disturbed the soft drip of her blood on the floor.
Draco... These were her thoughts as she slipped into unconsciousness. The tiny lifeform inside her gave a tiny kick, begging her to live.
After all, there was a war brewing and her death would leave her friends in mourning and her loved one in pain.
A soft smile crossed the unconscious girl's face. She was loved, somewhere, by someone. And that would wake her in the morning. That would help her make her way back to reality. And into his arms. And into the arms of war.
Well, that's the end. I'm going to be for real, this was a BRILLIANT journey with you all, but I'm so sad it has to end like this...
snickers at gawking readers I'm totally serious. This is the end. snickers some more at cursing readers and laughs out loud.
Ok, so it's not the end. Sorry for those who think this is a bad ending. It is the end of this story, but the journey isn't over. There WILL BE A SEQUEL, PEOPLE!!! Sometime in the near future (it won't be more than a month) I'll write the next story for this one, but I need some ideas for a chapter title. This is all I've got:
The Two Roads of Death
The Two Roads of War
For You, I Will
Synopsis: As the war brews, Hogwarts prepares to come to a close, with only four months to go. With the Ministry watching him like a hawk and the Dark and Light side both questioning his loyalty, Draco Malfoy finds himself not only questioning his sanity, but also his loyalty to his newly found friends and his dead wife, who has been gone for a month. But is it that she's only dead to herself?
Actual blurb will probably say something like: In war, there are only two outcomes: the people who live to die, and the people who die to their lives...
Please respond with your views and suggestions. I hope to see you all very soon and MERRY CHRISTMAS AND A HAPPY NEW YEAR!!!