"I was a fool to think I could ever stay away from you as a kid. Just a taste of temptation and you'll have its sweetness on your lips forever."
Draco Malfoy and Estelle Vaile were allowed to care about each other once. How long can you ignore the...
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❝With the power of the old religion,
my reign will last
eternally.❞
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Chapter 34
Sweet dreams
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Sunday, June 27th:
I was wearing a gown, and it was freezing. My body laid in a pool of icy water that made the thick gown so heavy I couldn't move. It felt like being buried alive in wet velvet. Even with my brain swirling around in my skull, I understood that any dress weighing me down so suffocatingly must have been cursed. My hair clung to my skin, and across my face like a web. Everything around me bled into each other until I could only make out blurs of dark colors. Even my eyelashes were drenched enough that the desperate fluttering open and shut of my eyes rained droplets onto my cheeks.
The sound of footsteps on top of puddles and stones started to echo around me. Terror sept into my skin, poisonings the blood in my veins and killing the last flickers of warmth in my body. I had to get out of here but the heaviness of my dress increased with every movement. Blinded by my daze, my hearing was hypersensitive. The sounds of the footsteps were too intense. If I could move, I'm sure I would be clawing the side of my ears for some sense of relief.
The feet stopped next to me and I could make out the figure of a tall, pale man peering down at me. The point of a dress shoe dug into my cheek until I was looking up. Tears started to stream out the corners of my eyes into my hairline.
The figure laughed. There was no warmth in the laughter. It was more of a hiss or a growl. The blur of dark robes swooped down to my level. Without wasting a moment, a massive hand knotted a tight grip on the hair at the top of my head and yanked my body upward.
My cry made the laughter more maniacal. I was a limp puppet in his grip flailing weakly to escape the pain. A finger slowly trailed across my face and gathered the thick droplets of tears. I heard a sucking noise, and I screamed again, but this time I had the strength to sputter out a cry for help.
"Your friends are dead. Ginny Weasley is dead. Harry Potter is dead. I killed Ginny's brother, and that pathetic professor. No one even knows where the Chamber is hidden, do they? Gryffindors are so predictably rash," He sneered, dropping me.
