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Chapter 17 : Answers to save a life
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Coma…hexes and curses…cannot heal…nothing I can do…
I gaped at the school nurse before the reality of the news sank in and I turned and fled from the Hospital Wing, batting away the tears that were falling from my wide eyes.
I ran and ran, not knowing where I was going. I heard the whispers from the other students but ignored them as I sped past.
Eventually I reached the large oak doors that lead to the grounds. I weakly pushed them open and continued running away from the sight that kept flashing in front of my eyes. Of Hermione lying motionless and barely alive. I ran until I exhausted myself and I stumbled and fell flat of my face. I didn’t have the strength to get up so I just laid there with tears flowing down my face onto the green grass and gasping for each breath.
How could this happen?! I thought we were safe!!! She can’t die...I need her! I love her!
I don’t know how long I laid there. All I know was that it soon got dark and the Quidditch Pitch stadium lights were shining brightly. My tears had long since dried up when someone sat down next to me and placed a gentle hand on my back.
I looked up weakly into the grave face of Albus Dumbledore. Tears I didn’t know I still had leaked out of my bloodshot eyes and Dumbledore wrapped his aging arms around me as I gripped his cloak and cried into his chest.
He rubbed circles on my back and softly rocked me back and forth while whispering soothing words in my ear.
“Sir...she...she can’t d-d-die! I n-need h-her. I-I’m s-so scared...I-It’s my f-fault. If s-she w-wasn’t with m-me then L-Lucius w-wouldn’t g-go after h-her!”
Dumbledore held me tighter as I trembled harder and muttered the words into his wet cloak.
“No Draco. Listen to me. This is not your fault. Hermione knew what she was doing. It is Lucius’ fault, not yours. Do you understand?”
Dumbledore gently pulled my face up to meet his and I nodded slowly as he used his thumbs to wipe away my tears.
“Let’s get you up to the castle shall we. You’re exhausted. You cannot help Hermione if you make yourself sick.”
I nodded numbly and allowed myself to be helped up to the castle where I was taken straight to the Head’s common room.
Dumbledore set me on the plush couch and conjured up a roaring fire in the fireplace. I shivered dreadfully until I felt a blanket being pulled around me.
“I suggest Draco that you get warmed up then go to sleep. Hermione will need all of our help to get her better.”
“Thankyou sir. For everything.”
“I’ll see you in the morning Draco. Goodnight.”
Dumbledore let himself out and I sunk back into the soft furniture.
Not my fault...Lucius...
I scrambled up from the couch and leaped toward the fireplace, grabbing a handful of floo powder from the mantle before throwing it into the now-green flames and yelling...
I stumbled out of the fireplace at Malfoy Manor and took in my surroundings. I was in the formal sitting room. I glanced around and not seeing any sign of Lucius, I exited the posh room and headed up the stairs quietly to his private study.
I padded softly down the hall and when I reached the door I was looking for, I flung it open and took great pleasure in seeing my father spray his mouthful of fire whiskey all over his desk.
Before he even had time to respond, I tied him securely to his leather desk chair using the handy Incarsarus spell. I watch in fascination as he struggles to free himself and at his expression of shock plastered on his face.
“Draco...what are you doing? Release me at once!” Lucius sneered, trying to regain some of his composure.
“No Lucius I don’t think I will.”
I walked over to him and sat on his desk in front of him. I watch him glance uneasily between his wand and my own pointed at his heart.
“You will tell me what I want to know. You will tell me what curses you used on my girlfriend. DO YOU HEAR ME!!!”
Lucius smirked evilly as my wand hand began to shake.
“Draco, my boy. Your emotions make you weak. This Mudblood has shamed your reputation...the Malfoy name! I will tell you nothing. She will die and you will follow our Dark Lord.”
“No Lucius. I won’t follow some lunatic. I’m ashamed to have once called you father. I will live my life the way I want, away from you. Who are you to control me? Not anymore Lucius, or have you forgotten that you’re the one tied up. Now, tell me what curses you used!”
“You leave me no choice...CRUCIO!”
I pointed my wand at my father and didn’t move a muscle as he screamed in pain. I don’t know how long I kept the curse on him for but when I released it, he still refused to tell me so I cast it again...and again.
It felt so unreal. It was like I couldn’t control my own body. I swore to myself that I would never sink as low as to use Unforgivables but here I was. My eyes were wide as I watched Lucius struggle against his bonds and scream until his voice grew hoarse.
“Please stop...son…” He panted mid-scream.
“You are no father of mine!” I poured all of my hatred for him into the curse and he screamed louder. “When I was younger, I was proud to be a Malfoy but now all I want to do is rid myself of the name that has caused so much pain.”
Just as Lucius was about to pass out, I lifted the curse and asked if he was ready to tell me yet.
“Okay, Draco. I’ll tell you what you want to know.” Lucius’ shoulders slumped and his voice trembled as he spoke as his nerves were shattered beyond repair.
I found a quill and charmed it to copy what my father said word – for – word onto the piece of parchment that I took from his desk.
Lucius started mumbling out dark curses and hexes and what they did. By the time he had finished compiling his list he was pale and unsteady. I grabbed the list and scanned it quickly. I glanced at the man still tied up and raised my wand again.
“Draco...what are you doing? I gave you what you wanted. Let me go.”
“No. You’ve hurt me too much in my life.” My voice was not my own. I tried to stop myself from doing what I had never wanted to do in my life but I couldn’t. My wand was trained at his heart and I heard myself utter those two words that make me sick to the stomach.
Lucius’ eyes opened wide in astonishment before the green light consumed him and his body fell forward, lifeless.
I regained control of myself and promptly threw up onto the carpeted floor. I stumbled back until I reached the door. I wrenched it open and quickly fled down the halls and down the stairs until I got back to the sitting room where I had arrived. I threw in the floo powder and whispered the floo address to Hogwarts infirmary.
I whizzed around and clenched my eyes shut until I fell out of the fireplace and fell to the ground in an exhausted and trembling heap. Madam Pomfrey hastily rushed over to where I had collapsed and gently helped me up onto a bed.
I just gaped at her with frightened eyes while she tried to ask me what happened. I shook violently before I started sobbing uncontrollably. Pomfrey looked stunned but ran to her office to retrieve some potions to help me.
When she returned I was hugging my knees to my chest and rocking myself, back and forth. She carefully grabbed my face and tilted it up so that she could administer a calming draught and dreamless sleep potion.
She rubbed my neck soothingly to get me to swallow and just as my eyes began to close, I weakly fumbled in my pocket and withdrew that piece of parchment. The nurse’s eyes widened as she took it from me and that’s when everything finally went black.
Poor Draco but Lucius got everything he deserved...don't you think? I love reading your comments on the story so feel free to leave one before you leave!! Its great to get ur feedback and any ideas u have.
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