My One and Only True Love
The time was here. It had been long enough I suppose. Two weeks in the Dark Lords Dungeon eating and drinking nothing but stale bread and dirty dishwater. I lost so much weight. I’m a skeletal, almost as bad as the Dark Lord himself. Death seems like the best thing in the world right now. I saw Draco for the first time in two weeks, when he had tried to save me, two weeks ago, a life time ago. He looked horrible, almost as bad as I did. I looked as if they beat him, since he had many cuts and bruises all over him. He didn’t have to be beat so much, but he said he didn’t want me to get hurt, so he took it for himself. I couldn’t talk to him since I saw him for only a second before they put the blind fold on me. I felt someone grab my arm then a squeezing sensation then a cold bitter wind. I knew we had just apperated but to were? The person was still holding onto my arm as they pushed me forward. Their grip was very strong. If I was to live through this I knew I’d have a huge bruise there. After 20 minuets of walking through bushes and nasty snares we finally came to a stop. I heard muttering, chains falling, and two gate doors opening. We were almost there. I was gripped harder I knew that it meant to move forward. So I did. I could hear the blood rushing to my head and my heart beating faster with every step. I kept thinking this is the end, this is the end of my life, my young life that hasn’t even started. I started to remember things from the past: my father leaving, my mother being killed, my lonely birthdays with friends, my father coming back saying he’s sorry then being killed like my mother, my grandparents being killed, my sister killing herself, my brother leaving for the war, me and Draco’s first kiss, the moonlight walk, Draco telling me he loved me, news of my pregnancy, the birth of our son, the day Draco’s parents found out about our affair and our son, protecting our son from the attackers, the day me and Draco eloped, fleeing the Dark Lords followers, leaving my son with his godparents, getting caught, getting dragged into the dungeons… There had been many sad things that happened as well as happier ones. Soon I can be with my family, or not. We stopped soon after. I was thrown to the ground as well as some one else. I knew it was Draco. I wanted to go over to him. I wanted to hug him, to kiss him and to tell him everything was going to be okay, but it wasn’t. I couldn’t move either I knew there we’re his followers around us, so as much as I wanted to go over to him I couldn’t. There were people talking or chanting. I didn’t know. I tuned them out since I didn’t want to hear them talking of my death. I couldn’t understand them anyway even if I tried to listen. The next thing I knew I was being pulled from the ground and onto my feet. The time of my death was here and I couldn’t do anything to stop it. I was pushes closer and closer to the chanting people. The person stopped me and took off my blindfold. I noticed we were in a graveyard. There were many people around, his followers. They were all wearing black cloaks. I saw Draco being pushed across from me. We were too far away, 20 meters away, too far, I needed him beside me to hold me and tell me everything was going to be okay. The Dark Lord came out and stood on my other side so that we were in a triangle. In the middle there was a stone table with three drinks on it, one for each of us. The potion that would kill me, and Draco so that the Dark Lord could have all our power, life force, and souls. The Dark Lord started saying a spell, as old as time it’s self while the drinks were brought forward. As they were I noticed movement in the shadows. I knew it was a messenger sent ahead. Help was going to be too late I thought as the follower with my cup reached me. He quickly handed me the cup and almost ran back to his place in the circle of followers around us. The Dark Lord almost finished the spell. He brought the cup to his lips as did Draco and I. With one last look at Draco, he was looking right back, we all drank. I dropped the cup immediately. I started to feel dizzy then a lifting sensation. I noticed that we were rising and bathed in a golden glow. Wait a minute! The glow is supposed to be red. What’s happening? I looked around, the Dark Lord looked shocked and angry. Draco looked exactly like I must’ve, shocked and confused. Suddenly my eyes shut there was a scream and I felt as if I were falling. I felt some one catch me before I fell to the ground. Next I heard Draco’s voice calling my name but it was growing fainter and fainter. Then I finally passed out. I woke up two weeks later. Strange it feels as if it was only and hour ago. I opened my eyes and I saw Draco there, with our son, he noticed I was awake and hugged me and kissed me. My friends, and my brother, the last of my family, flooded in. I spent the next hour fining out what happened. I found out the Dark Lord was still alive and looking for us, the worst news. ….
…I narrowly escaped Death once…
…Will I be able to again?
By: Ivana Pirsic
tell me if its good... part of my draco-love time thinking of writing more....
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