The Chosen One For Me - Draco Malfoy

31. Gone

Rebecca Sullivan:

He did it, Harry Potter killed Voldemort, he actually did it.

The grey fog that laid over Hogwarts was gone, it almost felt unreal.

I kept staring at everyone's faces, the death eaters were gone, Voldemort was gone, and Draco Malfoy was free.

He could be with me now, it felt like all my problems vanished with his death. I just needed to find him, I was standing in the crowded Great Hall, seeing people hugging, and crying. We didn't get out of this war without any victims of our own, unfortunately.

I saw bodies, laying on the floor, people crying at their knees.

As I walked further in, I felt sick to my stomach, where's Draco?

I felt bad for ignoring him earlier, but I just couldn't handle all the emotions I felt. I was mad. I was mad because he just left me, without telling me anything, even though he promised me he wouldn't leave me again. I honestly didn't know what to believe when I saw him carrying Harry's dead body, since he doesn't seem to trust me, how could I trust him?

I was still angry with him, but know I just needed to find him. I just wanted to hug him, feel his warmth, see his face. But I couldn't find him.

Where is he?

I could feel myself getting more and more anxious by every dead body I passed, I felt some sort of release as well, every time I saw that it wasn't a platinum-haired boy laying there. I kept walking, faster and faster with every step I took.

I saw Hermione comforting Ron, his brother Fred died. I couldn't even look at Ron, the pain I felt was surreal. I just kept moving. Trying to ignore it, but as I walked, I could feel tears tumbling down.

I rushed as I saw Blaise, sitting at the floor with his head in his hands.

"Blaise," I stressed.

As he looked up, I could see that he had been crying, "Blais, what is it?" I asked desperately.

"I'm glad you're ok, Rebecca," he whispered with a cracking voice as he held out his arms.

I hugged him tightly, "I'm glad you're ok too, Blaise," I said into his shoulders.

"We're ok," he said lowly.

Where is Sam? Where is Carlin? Where is Draco? Why is it only us two here?

"Blaise, where are the others?" I whispered, not sure if I wanted to hear the answer.

"I've been looking for them too, I haven't seen them, Bex. I haven't seen any of them, I'm not sure if I want to keep looking. I'm not sure if I want to find them," he answered as I could feel him sobbing into my shoulder.

He hasn't seen them either?

"We have to find them, Blaise," I spoke slowly.

"Don't leave me, Bex," Blaise pleaded.

"I won't, I promise. Come here," I said softly as I held out my hand to help him up onto his feet.

We walked hand in hand, pushing through the crowded hall, people celebrating and mourning.

With every dead body we were about to pass, I squeezed Blaise's hand a little harder.

No sign of them yet.

"Where could they be?" I whispered shakingly.

Blaise didn't answer, he kept looking straight ahead with determination. Looking through the crowd.