my slytherin

pug face pansy

TWO YEARS LATER

Hogwarts Express started moving to take us away from anything ordinary and back to what we knew best: magic. Watching the steadily darkening light in the sky and the moving landscape, I thought that it was only two years ago that I had first met this world. Glaring at the appearing stars, I thought of all the things that had happened in these two years.

I had found out what true home means, as I had found my one true house, Hogwarts. I had found out what true friendship means. Luna, cho, katherine and matt  were my true friends. I had learned so many things about both magic and life and there wasn't a day that I wasn't grateful enough for that.

Every time I looked up into the sky I was sure that my parents were somewhere up there and they were smiling at me and every day of my life I was trying to make them proud whether that was by earning another point for Ravenclaw or by finishing up another book.

Funny thing is - and I would never expect to think that - sometimes I needed a break from the magic world. I would open up a book that strangely was not about a famous wizard and or read a muggle newspaper that did not have any moving pictures. I liked being transferred to the world I wish i had known when my parents were alive, thinking of how my father would disprove of that new Republican President in the States every time he turned on the telly. Of course, Draco Malfoy would catch me in these moments of muggleness in the Astronomy Tower, scoff at the uninteresting, motionless newspaper and then call me a mudblood all the way through. Let's say it was our Monday ritual.

Of course, thanks to his regular attempts, in these two years, Draco was never out of my mind. Of course, he didn't leave me much of a choice but to hate him. What pained me most however was that in the two years that he was tormenting me, he had never even wondered what my name was. To him it was the Mudblood was my first name and Ravenclaw was my last name. The thought was boosting my ego and suddenly I was telling myself that every thought I had for him, good or bad, had to stop altogether.

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But how can you stop thinking about him when he's sitting just in front of you?

Luna and I were late again and we got on the train just 10 minutes before it left. As last time, there were no seats left except a few, which were near Draco's. We agreed that we had to sit there before these seats were taken as well.

And now I had to know that he was sitting near me for an about 7 hours' ride. What's worse is that Pansy Parkinson was sitting next to him, giving him small kisses in his cheek (thank God, nowhere else) every once in a while. A parade of smiles, kisses, hugs and holding hands.

I had the time to study his face. This boy was getting sadder and sadder every time I looked at him and was it my idea or was he very annoyed by Pansy's little kisses and hugs?

Half an hour passed and Pansy kept leaning by Draco, not leaving an inch free between them. I kept on watching the view outside my window ignoring her naughty comments. Draco on the other side, who didn't seem very comfortable with her behavior, didn't react. On the contrary, it was like he was trying to breathe but he couldn't. He breathed heavier and heavier every second and I started wondering why that would be.

"Oh, for goodness sake, Pansy. I think you'll drown me at some point! I can't breathe," he finally said after four hours of patience and drew himself back from her. He seemed like he... couldn't stand her anymore.

"What?" she asked in surprise, opening her eyes widely.

"Didn't you hear me? I can't breathe!" he pushed her slightly. He tried not to speak too loud and make it sound like a whisper, but his voice was hard to get sweeter. He was still bitter with Pansy. I understand him perfectly, I wouldn't want a girl hitting on me that much in public either, but he was rude anyway.

"You want me to go away?"

"Pansy, please, stop shouting. Don't make a scene."

"Don't make a scene? You just told me to go away, Draco!" she shouted and by that time, half the train was looking at Pansy shouting and Draco looking at him as if she was overreacting. And she was! 

"Well, it's not bad for someone wanting to breathe. And you had stuck me in the corner."

"Right... I suppose I'm too tiring for you!" she got up with this ugly face of anger. She stopped for a moment hoping that Draco would do something to stop her from moving to another seat but when he didn't react she ran through the corridor quickly.

It seemed that Draco and Pansy were not together. It's just that Pansy was hitting on Draco while Draco was trying to avoid her. I had never been in this situation but I could only imagine that it would be very stressful if a girl was hitting on you so hard even though you only despise her.

Luna whispered with a kind smile. "You would think that they are together..."

"I thought that, too," I said, trying to show her I didn't even care even though my heart was sinking into a deep ocean of sadness and pain only by knowing that these two were together.

By the time we stopped talking I was trying so hard not to look at him but as always, it was so hard. Fifteen minutes passed and I was still fighting with myself.

"I think I need some air..."

I walked down the corridor as quickly as I could. I ran to the nearest window and watched the rain hitting the glass. Let's count the raindrops, Anne! That's what my mother would tell me to do whenever I was upset over a book. Let's take our minds off it for a moment. Oh, look! That raindrop is so big and so fast, it's going to reach these two!

I was calmer now.

Suddenly, with a bang, the train stopped. I lost my balance for an instant and when I looked out of the window I saw black worn, hooded men getting on the train. They seemed enormous and it seemed to me like their feet were not touching the ground. Could it be just the mist that made them look as if they were floating? I got a bit closer touching the glass, before I felt my hand getting very cold. When I looked again, the glass was frozen and white as ice.

I knew that something like this couldn't be good. I decided to go back to my seat to see if Luna had any idea of what was happening. I walked and opened the door of the compartment when I saw all the students off their seat, looking out of their windows.

"Luna, what happened? We can't be there yet, right?" I said but I didn't sit down yet and remained in the middle of the corridor.

"No... but it must-" she stopped when she turned to look at me. A few seconds later all the students had turned and looked at me with their eyes more scared than ever. I looked closer to understand that they were not looking at me. Their eyes were following something or someone that was behind me.

I slowly turned to face a tall man in a cloak, one of which I'd watched getting on the train. It seemed more like a shadow but it was looking at me. Not with eyes, though; there were no eyes. I could feel my feet being raised from the ground and watched motionless, unable to shake away, as the shadow was drawing me closer and closer. What was worse, was the feeling or, better say, the absence of feeling. I would never see the daylight again, I could hear myself saying inside my head.

I could hear a loud bang echoing in my ears, like a car crashing on a wall. Or was it a book, falling full speed to the wet ground. In any case, it was the most terrible sound I had ever heard. The sound was finished with a sob; a woman's sob. This sound was not terrible; it could never be terrible. It was however, as sad as it could be.