Everlasting 2 (Draco Malfoy x Reader)

Mental Scar

"Where is everyone?" You cried out, grabbing onto Hermione, who was scarcely calm. There she stood, in one of the hallways, and you were more than glad to have found her, despite her panicked state.

"They rushed off - " She breathed out. "[F/n], what the hell is happening?"

"And where is Harry?"

"He went after - I don't know!"

"Alright," you nodded, your eyes burning with determination, "go out and keep everyone safe. Harry and I will manage these dumb fucks."

"[F/n]!" She cried out, grabbing onto your arm quickly before you could rush off. "You're insane." She exhaled. "Be careful."

"And you."

And with this, you rushed off further into the castle. Harry had said he was going after the Death Eaters, but where were they? Yes - the question was easily answered when, from within the Great Hall, you heard a loud explosion, followed by the devilish cackle of Bellatrix. The bitch - of course. Thus, you rushed straight in the direction of the Great Hall, feeling your forehead prickle with sweat and nerves. As terrified as you were, a hint of you felt satisfaction from the thrill. You were an addict of adrenaline; only this way could your absurd and bizarre desires be met - through your own recklessness. Thus, you slid straight into the Great Hall, where you had already found it empty, but utterly destroyed.

"Shit, I'm late - how are they so fucking fast?" You whispered to yourself. "Piss take, mate."

The enlarged window at the back of the hall was in complete shatters, with a horrible open space revealed into the dark night sky, with the moon peering in solemnly. You met the moon's eyes, the two of you gazing at each other through Bellatrix's destruction, and you understood completely what it was telling you to do. It was time to fight.

"[F/n], look at me," Lupin quickly said, sitting you down onto the sofa at Grimmauld Place, "look at me."

Weakly, you slouched in the chair and looked up at him with your blurry vision.

Lupin? Yes ... it's Lupin. Say something - speak, [F/n]. Tell him that you are fine. But am I? Am I fine? I can't feel my legs, nor my lips, I can't speak. I can't stop crying. I'm so scared.

You widened your eyes, realising that your heart rate had painfully increased, thumping in your ears and blocking all the sounds around. You cleared your throat, attempting to get a grip of yourself, but the ringing in your ears began to increase as the ground began to sway beneath you, as the world began to twirl around you mockingly.

I killed Sirius Black! I killed Sirius Black! Are you coming after me?

"Argh!" You cried out, grabbing onto your head. "Fuck off!"

You're as hopeless as that dead scum, Sirius Black!

"He wasn't hopeless, nor scum!" You cried out again, hitting your own head. "Get out! Get out! Get out!"

With your knees giving in beneath you, you crumbled down and slammed them down on the ground. You hit the ground harshly, falling just before the shattered glass, as you watched the world fall with you. It was back - the pain. The electric pain of the Cruciatus Curse - the mental strain. You knew very well that it was coming back, for, as you began to writhe in pain on the floor, groaning out and tensing your neck and jaw, you began to see the images of your own dead body again.

You were on the cold ground, alone, with your limbs twisted around and your head twisted on your body. Blood was smudged on your face, yet it was all dried; the eyes were open and white, faded of colour and any sign of consciousness. Your mouth hung loosely, gently ripped at the sides, as roaches began to crawl out and invade the entirety of your decomposing face. Flies soon began to swarm your body, sitting at your eyes and your corpse. This was no longer your body. This was now a corpse - a corpse of the dead, which belonged to these insects as their source of nutrition.