"Mom?" I said softly, and went upstairs, nobody was answering, and the house was pretty dark, and cold. "Mom where are you?" I asked softly.

The cold got bigger, my arms were already freezing, I had to embrace my own arms to keep myself warm.

I found myself in a hallway that, in the darkness, seemed unrecognizable, even the smell was strange and unfamiliar.

I thought twice about stepping forward, and was about to go back, thinking I may have got wrong in the way to my mother's room for some reason, until I heard a whisper.

I couldn't quite say what he was saying, it was too low, almost just like wind blowing, soft waves, but, it was actually a voice, and such voice made me lost control of myself, and walked towards from where it came.

The most I stepped forward, the most the room got colder, and darker, soon enough and I would be without vision at all.

The whispers got louder at each step I give, and now, I was almost wondering throught an unknown path, with no light to guide me, just darkness beneath my eyes.

I reached a point where I could decipher what the voice was whispering among the cold breeze, and these empty walls, it was my name.

"...Lara..." I heard the voice whispering my name, almost as begging for help, it was a female voice, but extremely frail, it looked like...like it was dying.

The voice didn't even looked human at all, it was so muffled and deep, that it made my spine shivered.

Somehow, I knew, or better, my body knew where to go, the voice was leading me somewhere I could feel it, even though this looked like the worst scenario, a stupid girl, who follows a creepy and unfamiliar voice never ends up well, but, there was something in this voice, something that made my own body move by itself, move by it's calling.

The whispers were now loud enough, they didn't stopped calling my name, and suddenly, I saw a light turn on my left, illuminating nothing more, than a green, rusty door from where was hanged.

"...Lara..." The voice kept calling and calling.

I slowly, walked towards the door, and my hand slowly reached for the golden and old, doorknob, and twisted it, opening the door.

As soon as I pushed the door slowly open, the whispers imediatly got louder, whoever - or whatever - was calling me, was in this very room.

"...Lara..." The voice called.

I stepped in the room, and I felt my heart drop, when I saw my mother, layed in the bed, taking her last breaths.

Blood was coming out of her mouth as she coughed some more, her pillow was painted red already, and her skin was more than just pale.

"Mom!" I yelled as I ranned towards her, I grabbed her hand, and the whispering stopped, my eyes were already stained in tears.

"Blackwell? What's happening?"

I heard an outsider voice, this one looked like a male, and quite familiar, couldn't tell from where it came from.

"Mom! No, don't leave me!" I cried out, but she didn't respond, she didn't even seemed to regonize my touch anymore, she didn't even looked at me, she seemed already lifeless in her bed, only her soul remained intact.

"Blackwell! Please..." The same outsider voice screamed.

I saw my mom's eyes closed, and the strength and pulsation from her hand dissappear.

"Mom!" I yelled in despair.

She was gone.

"Blackwell, please, wake up!" I heard the same outsider, male voice yell, and suddenly, the room where I was standing besides my mom's body, started to fade away, and I felt myself coming back to reality...

I opened my eyes fastly, and the first thing I saw was the skylight, still with stars shinning on it, and a figure in the middle of them, I couldn't quite see everything was still blurry.

But them I really woke up, realizing that everything that just happened was just a nightmare, a terrible nightmare...

Draco's face was on top of mine, his hands were on my shoulders, trying to wake me up, and his eyebrowns were knitted together, he looked worried, very worried.

"Blackwell, what happened?!" Draco asked, as I sit up, and he placed both hands on my cheeks, I was sweaty, and I felt tears accumulated in my eyes. "You were screaming, and calling for your mother, what happened?!" Draco asked firmly, rubbing both his thumbs on my wet cheeks, and his face inches away from mine.

"I-I had a nightmare." I said while calming down. "I saw my-my mom and then she-she was-" I cried out, and couldn't complete my sentence as flashes from my mother covered in blood, appeared in my mind over and over again.

"Shhhh..." Draco said softly as he wrapped his arms around me, pulling me into his body, as I sobbed into his chest.

His chin was resting on the top of my head, and he was slowly stroking my hair, humming a melody, that I never heard before, calming me down.

His voice was like a bird singing in the nature, his touch was rare as gold, his body warm as the sun, like fire touching ice, melting it, and bringing back the water to the surface.

"It's okay...you're okay...everything is okay, you're with me, you're safe." Draco whispered against my head.

I didn't said anything, we stayed like that on what it felt like hours, until I stopped sobbing, and Draco was always by my side, gently stroking my hair, humming me a song that I still hadn't deciphered yet.

I slowly lifted my head from his chest, and locked my gaze with his grey angel eyes, his soft hands were slowly cupping my cheeks, which were stained by dry tears.

"What was the song you were singing?" I asked softly.

"My mother used to sing it for me, when I was younger, it calmed me down and I hoped it would in you too." He said softly, and I smiled at his words.

He sat at my side this time, and removed his hands off my face, being layed down by supporting his upper body by this elbows.

"For how much time was I sleeping?" I asked as my gaze went to the sky again, seeing if the day was already up, but no sunlights were visible at that moment.

"Not long, half-hour perhaps." He said softly, and I nodded. "Come here."

He stood up softly, and extended his arm to me, and I took it, without thinking twice.

He helped me climb down the roof, and step through the windown, seeing myself back to his bedroom, and he climbed down as well, and took my hand, leading us away.

He took us through a different way so we didn't need to pass through the party, and I soon enough I found myself outside the Manor, and the lake of peacocks right a few steps besides us.

"Why did you brought us here?" I asked softly, as he slowly walked towards the small lake.

"I thought you would like to have a better view of the maze." Draco said softly, as he sat besides the lake.

"Well, you're right, this is beautiful." I said softly as I sat besides him.

We were silently watching the peacocks mover between each other, they were at least five peacocks in this lake, I'm sure they have other ones.

"Do you want to go back to the party?" I asked softly and he let out a sort of sarcastic laugh.

"What? That party? Yeah, I would never comeback if I could, I hate this." He said firmly, and I felt he close away from me again, and about to lock himself in his ice cage when I spoke.

"Tell me why." I said firmly and his gaze drove to me. "Why do you hate this party so much?"

"Because it's a fucking facade, Blackwell." Draco said firmly. "This hideous party serves only to show the little rich family Malfoy, to show people how the Malfoys don't have any problem on life because they're rich..." He let out a sarcastic snort. "...Little do they know...it's all a lie, my mother does it with good intentions, to coexist and socialize, but I know what they always end up being..." He said firmly, and I was listening every word carefully, glad for him to open up.

"And what do they end up being?" I asked softly, wanting to hear more of his voice and his story.

"Appearances, Blackwell...appearances, that's all people care about this days, if the house is clean, if it's big, if you have rich things, they don't care if you're a good person or not, as long as you are rich, trust me when I tell you that a lot of people will want to be your friend Blackwell...that's why I hate people, at least the stars I know that will always appear in the sky." He said firmly looking up at the sky.

"You're right." I said softly, looking at the sky as well.

A silence spread itself between us, not a awkward silence, we didn't need words to speak with each other, the silence itself spoke for us, our mere presence was all that we wanted.

I let the wind kiss my body swiftly, letting the cold breeze pass through my body, and let my eyes being take by the beauty landscape I was presented to.

"But..." Draco said, breaking the silence between us. "...you're different...you see beauty were others don't, you can see kindness were others claim to not exist, you see a person were others see a monster...and I realized that you are not so different from me." Draco said, but didn't looked at me, instead, he kept his gaze focused on the sky.

"I guess you are as broken as me." I said, but he didn't replied. "Sometimes I think people think that I am weird." I said, and gave a small laugh.

"We're not weird, we just see the world in a different way, how the world really is." Draco said softly.

"Yeah, that's true." I said smiling, and it felt good smile for a while, I don't do that in quite a time.

I looked at Draco, he was staring at me, with a wide smile on his lips, his gaze between my lips and emerald eyes.

"Why are you looking at me like that?" I asked softly.

"I just like to see you smile." He said, and his gaze finally stopped looking between my lips and eyes, locking it with my gaze.

It didn't took no more than five seconds, for him to grabb my face gently, and smash his lips, passionately against mine.

Everytime I kissed him, I felt the whole world crashing away, it was just us, two souls, destined to be found in the ruin of how this world is.

Suddenly, I jumped out of scared when a "POP!" occurred besides me, and I saw an house-elf standing besides me.

"Foppy, what's going on?" Draco asked, the elf looked quite young, short and skinny, big green eyes, pointed, bat-like ears, a really shabby robe, that looked more like some sort of a sack, rather than clothes itself.

"Foppy had come to tell Master Draco, that Mister Blackwell wishes Miss Blackwell by his side at once." The voice was very sharp, but cute at the same time, she looked really young.

"Why? What happened?" I asked abruptly, thinking already of the worse.

"Foppy is not knowing, Foppy has only come to deliver a message." She said softly.

"Where are they?" Draco asked.

"Mister Blackwell told Foppy, for Miss Blackwell met him in the living room." She said.

"Okay, thank you Foppy, you may go." Draco said, and the elf disapparated.

Draco helped me stood up, and we went back inside the quickest we could, Draco was always grabbing my hand, trying to keep me calm.

But calm was a feeling that wasn't in me.

Flashes from my nightmare appeared in my head, my mother covered in blood, her frail voice calling my name, the way she was almost as pale as pure snow, the way she barely seemed to regonize me, and specially the feeling of my nightmare start becoming a reality.

My father was standing near the place where we separated, and I ranned into him, he didn't looked upset or worried.

"Dad, what happened?" I asked concerned. "Is mom okay?"

"Oh, my dear sorry if I concerned you, yes your mother is well, I just wanted to ask you, if you want to go home already, or wait for the end of the party." My father said softly, and I felt relief wash over my body.

My mother was well - despite of her currently state of course - what it means she is still the same way as we left her.

I remember the healers arriving to out home, they were just two, a man and a woman, my father kept on calling the bests healers available to stay, and to treat my mother, he has always wanted the best for her and me, he's always telling us that we are the most important thing to him.

My mother seemed to trust on the healers after listening them, apparently from what my father told me, my mother forbid any more healers to step in our house since summer.

I know that decision was due to my grandma death, I didn't get to know her, and now that I think about it, my mother never got to tell me from what she died for...

I heard she was ill, and ended up dying way before her time, and for some reason, my mother blames the healers for that, I just don't know exactly why, and never asked because my mother always got too emotional while speaking of this, so I avoided since then having this conversation with her, and this moment wasn't the time either, she isn't in a state to speak.

I looked at Draco before answering, I wanted to be with him, but, on the other side, I wanted to see my mother, I was divided I didn't know what to choose.

"Go now, Blackwell, you need to see your mother." Draco said softly.

"Draco..." I said softly, thinking of how bored and upset he would be in this party without me.

"I'm won't be here for much longer, my mother only wants me to at least greet the guests and then I can go upstairs so, this was probably the most time I spent in this party, before locking myself in my room." He said, and burried both hands in his pockets.

"I don't want to leave you here." I said.

"But you will, or I'm the one who is going to be mad at you." Draco said firmly, and when I was about to speak, he cut me off. "There's no arguments, you will go."

I nodded and murmured a thank you to him, and he gave me a smile in return, and he followed me and my father to the door.

"Oh and Blackwell..." He said, and I turned around to face him. "Answer my letters, yes?" He said amusingly and I gave a small laugh but nodded.