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Chapter 8 : Flowers
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Disclaimer: You guys know the drill. I don't own Harry Potter or this wonderful world that they live in. That all belongs to the wonderful JK Rowling. And as previously stated, I don't own Beauty and the Beast. Credit could go to either Gabrielle-Suzanne Barbot de Villeneuve or Jeanne-Marie Le Prince de Beaumont.
I’d messed things up, that much I knew. And I’d thought things were going so well… until she’d kissed me. At that point, I knew I would do something stupid.
This mess was growing larger by the day. So much I’d told her were complete and utter lies, but I couldn’t tell her the truth.
I hadn’t expected everything to go wrong so fast. I’d try so hard to prevent it.
~*~*~ Flashback: earlier that summer ~*~*~
I’d finally managed to lose my mother in one of the shops. We were walking around Diagon Alley and Nocturn Alley, not really searching for anything in particular. I was about to step out of Nocturn Alley when I heard someone whisper behind me.
“Draco Malfoy.” The voice said, nearly hissing and sending voices down my spine.
I turned to face the voice and nearly leapt backwards. It was a woman, her face grossly disfigured. Her left eye was nearly swollen shut because of a large growth that took up most of that side of her face. Her right side seemed to be almost drooping, the right side of her mouth turned down in a frown. I felt myself flinch involuntarily.
“What do you want?” I asked, managing to barely keep my voice steady.
“I’m here to teach you a lesson.” She hissed out, her mouth barely moving.
“Tea-teach me a lesson?” I stuttered out, not knowing where she was going with this. Was I supposed to know this woman?
She nodded, “Oh, boy, I know who you are. And I know who you aren’t.” She looked me up and down and shook her head. “I know that deep down, you are far better than you give yourself credit for. If someone doesn’t teach you a lesson, you’ll never learn on your own.” Her hand extended towards mine and I couldn’t help but flinch back.
“Now stand still boy.” She hissed, and I took off running into Diagon Alley. I turned to look behind me, not seeing the woman anywhere and ran straight into the pole that held the signs “Diagon Alley” and “Nocturn Alley”, pointing to their locations. I fell to the ground and quickly jumped up, not bothering to brush myself off.
I burst into the book shop to find my mother down one of the aisles, looking at some romance novel. She glanced up at me and upon seeing my face, set the book down and grabbed my arm, walking me out of the store.
~*~*~ Current Time ~*~*~
I shuddered at the memory, not wanting to recall that moment. Though, it wouldn't be the last time I heard from that woman. As the days had slipped by, I'd figured it would be the only time I would ever see that woman. But I was sadly mistaken.
~*~*~* Flashback: 1 week into summer ~*~*~
Voldemort was supposed to be coming tonight. He'd officially decided our house was to be his new headquarters. It was his way of making my father pay since I hadn't died when killing Dumbledore.
I wandered the woods, an attempt to distract myself from what was going on at the house. A loud crack sounded not too far away and I froze. I knew I had just stepped out of the "bounds" of my home, but most people couldn't locate this no matter how hard they tried.
"We meet again." Someone hissed from behind me. My heart stopped, it was the woman. I turned slowly and she was smiling. A glint of something I couldn't quite fathom in her eyes.
"Don't try and run this time boy. You're all alone now. I'm far more powerful than you are. Don't test me." She smirked slightly and I nearly stopped breathing. Somehow I knew she wasn't bluffing but it didn't stop me from running.
I made it about two feet before I heard a "Ha!" from behind and something was bound around my ankles, causing me to fall to the ground. I twisted my upper body to look and saw that tree roots were gripping my legs from my calf down. I struggled to try and free myself, but it was no use.
The woman took a few steps forward so she was standing over me. "Again, Draco?" she said, clicking her tongue, "I thought you'd learn. I'm going to untie you now, don't bother running." The roots on my legs released and I immediately jumped up, instinctively taking a few steps back and backing straight into a tree.
"Now, let's have a chat, shall we?" She asked waving her arm. She turned away and started walking to a small table with two chairs that now stood in the small clearing. I hesitantly took a step forward, followed my another before I found myself sitting at the table across from her not knowing what to expect.
"Now, now... No need to be so frightened. Well, maybe there is." I took a deep breath and closed my eyes for a couple seconds, attempting to calm myself. She laughed and for the first time, saw that her eyes were a piercing silver color. They seemed to glitter in the sun coming through the trees. I looked down at the table.
"Tea?" She asked. I shook my head, not wanting anything at the moment. She snapped her fingers and a tea pot with two small cups appeared, "I insist." She hissed, pouring me a cup and handing it to me, along with a pitcher of cream and bowl of sugar I hadn't noticed before.
I absentmindedly made the tea to my liking, and took a sip. I was surprised that I immediately felt calm after I'd taken a drink and distantly wondered what she had given me. After that point, I didn't remember much. I remember her saying one thing or another and standing over me, knowing I was lying on the ground.
I awoke in my bedroom and realized the sun was setting. I tried to remember what had happened but was only getting blurry snippets and they didn't help me at all. I sat up and saw a note on the pillow next to me. It was folded into a small square that read "Draco", and that was all. Growing nervous, I reached for it and began to read.
Well, boy, I must say that was far easier than I had expected. You took the tea without a fight and I didn't have to do anything. All I needed was to touch your arm and do some spells, I knew that I wouldn't be able to do that with you conscious so this was the only way.
I suppose you'd probably want to know what it is I did, huh? Well, for starters, you're now connected to the one you love. And don't ask me, you know as well as I do who that is. And what I mean by connected is that you are responsible for her well-being. I've given you two roses. One for her, and one for you. They will both bloom as long as she's safe. If you're cruel to her, a petal will fall. When she's hurt, the flower will wilt slightly. When she's better, it will be full and lively.
Through whatever means necessary, keep her safe. Give her one flower, and you keep the other. If you don't get that flower to her, it will slowly cause the petals to fall. The rose you keep will allow you to gage how she is doing if you aren't in control of her situation. You'll be able to tell when she's sick, injured, in pain, all of that.
There's more. When she feels pain, you will feel the same pain. If she dies, you will not die, but become an empty hallow shell forced to watch the rose wither away, knowing it was up to you to keep it safe.
I'll be in contact with you later, don't you worry.
X?! That was all I got for the woman's name? And what had she done? What was the point of all this?? I shook my head, thinking it was impossible. That was when I saw the roses.
~*~*~* Present time ~*~*~*
In all honesty, even when I'd given her the rose, I hadn't believed in what the woman had told me. Until the incident with the bathroom when she'd hit her head. I nearly fell over when the pain from the fall hit me, barely able to see through the blinding pain. I stumbled into the bathroom, regaining my composure best I could before scooping her up and putting her to bed. After a brief conversation with her I made my way back to my bedroom and cringed when I saw the roses on the nightstand. A perfectly healthy petal lay beneath each. I scooper them up and threw them, cursing everything that had happened.
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