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Restless. by sweetredrose
Chapter 1 : You're The Ghost Haunting Through Her Heart
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Disclaimer: Anything you recognise belongs to JKR.

I recommend you listen to 'Restless' by Within Temptation whilst reading this.


Her feet thundered with every footfall, but she could barely hear them over the frantic beating of her heart. Twigs were snapped as she charged over them. Branches broke as she tore through the trees. Faster, she willed her legs to move. But they were becoming numb; she was rapidly losing control.

He was catching up. She could feel his presence. Hear his footsteps. His were much softer than her own – like those of a cat, padding silently through the dark forest. Any minute now, he’d have her. She had nowhere to run; nowhere to hide.

Not caring where she was headed, she allowed her legs to carry her. It didn’t matter any more. He was going to capture her one way or another.

You may as well give up, her conscience spoke, give in, give in.

She shook her head, pushing herself deeper into the forest. She would not give up. Not now.

Why was he doing this? After all those nights spent curled together beneath the sheets – she’d have expected him to be loyal to her rather than to him. Clearly, he favoured his own life above hers. His reputation was far too valuable to him. What did that make her? Just another notch on his bedpost? Had he been lying all this time? About his feelings towards her?

She hadn’t been lying. Her words were true.


“I love you.” She’d whispered, curled into his chest.

“I love you, too,” he’d murmured, kissing her forehead, “I’ll never let any harm come to you.”


She realised now, as he pounded after her, ready to take her life, that she’d been foolish. His words were false. How could she have been so naïve? She’d heard the stories, ignored their warnings.

But no one had known.

All those nights spent sneaking into one another’s arms. She’d known all along. Known it was going to end badly. She was a muggleborn… and he was a supporter of Voldemort. So stupid, she cursed herself.

It happened in slow motion. Her left foot became lodged beneath a root. Eyes wide, terrified expression carved across her face; she fell. Quickly scrambling to her knees, she began crawling. She would not give in. She would not stop.

She couldn’t muster the energy to stand.

He laughed. A cruel bark. So unlike the soft chuckle she was used to. Memories of cold winter nights, snuggled up by the fire filled her memory. Her hand over his beating heart. The vibrations that rippled through his chest when he laughed. Were they just illusions?

A hand gripped her waist. She cried out in terror, as she was hauled to her feet, and slammed against a thick trunk.

“Please, no.” she whimpered.

“I have no choice.” He replied, lifting his wand.

“Please,” she repeated, “don’t do this.”

She was caught. He had one hand pressed against the tree behind her. The other holding his wand, which he was pressing hard against her throat.

“Y-You don’t have to do this,” she whispered, “remember all the times we’ve spent together. Remember!”

For a moment, she thought she saw a flicker of something in his dark eyes.

“Those nights meant nothing.” His words were cold.

So kill me,” she breathed, daring him. Her face was inches from his own.

He hesitated.

“You can’t do it,” She whispered, eyes wide.

“I’m waiting for the right moment,” he replied, pushing the wand deeper, “anything you’d like to say before you go?”

“You’re a coward, Antonin Dolohov.” She hissed.

He snarled in fury.

“I am no coward!” he declared, “I’ll prove it, shall I?”

He raised his wand.

Wait,” she murmured, lifting her hand to clasp it around his thick wrist. He paused.

“You have the chance to back out, Antonin,” she spoke quietly, staring deep within the depths of his eyes, “remember what I told you about the order? They’ll take you on, you know. They’ll offer you protection. You don’t have to do this.”

“I want to do this.” He hissed in response.

“Why?” She asked, her hand still wrapped around his wrist. He was strong enough to throw her off without effort, but he didn’t. “We’re young, Dolohov. Our lives don’t need to be ruined right now.”

Shut up,” he ordered, releasing his wrist from her grip, “I’ll do what I want to, alright? You have no say in what I do, you insufferable mudblood wench!”


Neither of them spoke for a moment. Stood like statues; his arm in the air, wand raised, eyes cold; her arms resting at her sides in defeat.

She was the first to break the silence, her words echoing around the forest, rebounding off every leaf.

“What about those things you told me?” She whispered, “You swore you loved me. What happened?”

“I’ve been ordered to get rid of you,” he spoke, ignoring her words, “and I’m going to do it.”

“Why? So you can run back to your puppet master and receive a pat on the head?” She glared at him, her eyes shooting daggers, “You’re a ruddy coward Dolohov.”

He growled, suddenly grabbing her by the waist around hurling her to the forest floor.

“You’re finished.” He spoke, raising his wand for the final time that evening.

He whispered the words.

Avada Kadavra!

Her eyes grew wide as the curse hit her chest, knocking the colour from her face as her head hit the soil.

Never call a man a coward. He knelt beside her lifeless body, pushing a strand of hair from her face. He was ashamed of himself.

What have I done? He was terrified. He'd lost her. Wake up, wake up!

But he knew it was no use. Wiping his eyes with the back of his hand, he stood up.

I love you.

He turned, to face his master.

“It gets easier.” The low hiss caressed the young man’s ears, “Good work. Don’t give up."


This short story's been playing out in my mind for a while now. The song Restless by Within Temptation originally conjured up a few of the scenes - the beginning (being chased through a dark forest) and the part where she says "so kill me."

I don't think I've done my imagination justice. I think you'd have to be inside my head to experience this story properly. I'm not entirely happy with the finished product, but I tried my best.

Thanks for reading.
Reviews are always appreciated.

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