Chapter 54

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Weeks have passed, and if I thought that Draco was nervous that day ago, then I definitely didn't saw how he has been in these last few days.

Everytime I see him at the Great Hall, he is sweating and fixing his tie like if he's not used to wear it, his gaze always focused on the staff table.

A thought that hasn't left my mind, was what I overheard at the party, the conversation with Draco and Snape, nothing of what they said make sense, who was she, and who would hurt her, those are my first questions, asides from the reason that Snape is risking his life to protect Draco.

I woke up, early in the weekend, I wasn't expecting to go somewhere, so I decided to enjoy my time alone to give a walk through the castle.

I dressed some comfy clothes, placed my necklace, protected underneath it, Charlotte wasn't in her bed, what it means she woke even earlier in the morning.

I walked through the whole castle, watching the sunrise, but also intrigued on why was the school all gossiping around, at least it was what it seemed like.

I sat in the benchs outside the school, but the sky didn't looked pretty, it was all grey, it didn't even looked like a morning, it looked night, or if it was about to rain, but it wasn't, it was just these mad times that made it turn grey, a war was about to come, I could feel it, everybody cold, even the wind that before kissed oir bodies sent shivers through our spine.

Suddenly shadow appeared in front of my eyes, peering down at me, covering the little amount of light the sun was disposing to illuminate.

"Good morning." Blaise said as he sat down. "You see, I was right." He said and I furrowed my eyebrows.

"Right about what? What did I miss?" I asked.

"About the love potions." He said, but I kept my confused face on. "Oh come on, you haven't heard yet?" He asked abruptly.

"Heard what?" I asked, already curious to know what was going on, that apparently the all school knew except for me.

"Weasley was under a love potion, and when Potter took him to Slughorn office to heal him...he almost died." Blaise said, and my face got shocked at his words.

"What?! You're kidding right?" I said abruptly, it's shocking how a student almost died inside the school itself.

"Go see for yourself, he's currently at the hospital wing." Blaise said and I imediatly stood up, worried if he was okay.

First Katie, now Ron, I'm wondering and I came to an end where I'm not sure anymore if Hogwarts is really the safest place in the world.

When I got to the hospital wing, there was Harry, who was standing next to Ron bed, Hermione and Ginny who were sat besides him while Madame Pomprey checked Ron's temperature.

"Harry." I called and Harry turned his gaze at me. "I heard what happened, how's Ron." I asked softly as I saw Ron who was tied to the bed.

"He's getting better, thanks for the concerning." Harry said coldly.

Of course I haven't forgot about our latest conversation, but that doesn't mean that I'm not worried about Ron, well not exactly him, I'm more worried by the fact that someone dangerous is trying to kill the students, this was obviously another scheme of Voldemort.

Suddenly, the Dumbledore entered the Great Hall, capturing all of our attention, bringing McGonagall, Snape and Slughorn with him.

They stared at Ron, horrified by the news thet also heard.

"Quick thinking on your part, Harry, using a bezoar." Dumbledore said firmly and Harry nodded. "You must be very proud of your student Horace."

"Hmm...oh yes, very proud." Slughorn said.

"I think we agree, Potter's actions were heroics the question is, why were they necessary?" McGonagall said firmly.

"Why indeed?" Dumbledore walked in direction to Slughorn, who was grabbing a bottle of mead. "This appears to be a gift, Horace..." Dumbledore said as he grabbed the bottle Slughorn was holding in his hands. "You don't remember who gave you this bottle?" Slughorn shaked his head at Dumbledore's question and he smelled the liquid contained inside the botlle"By the way possesses remarkable subtle hints off licorice and cherry...when not polluted with poison." Dumbledore said firmly as he handed the bottle at Snape, who smelled it as well.

"Actually, I had intended to give it as a gift myself." Slughorn said firmly.

"To who may I ask." Dumbledore said.

"To you Headmaster." Slughorn said, and the room got quiet at his words.

"Reminds you of someone that could have do this, Lara?" Harry whispered in my ear. "Or you still think it wasn't him." His words echoed in my head like a tornado, as I couldn't stand to be in this room anymore.

Without saying anything, I stormed out of the room, and accidentally bumping into Lavender Brown as I did so.

"Oh I'm...sorry." It was like she didn't even noticed that she bumped into me, and ranned away before I even finished my sentence.

"Where is he? Where's my Won-Won?" I heard Lavender shout as I stepped out of the hospital wing, and didn't watched the rest of the scene.

My steps were slow as I was only focused on my thoughts, I could go straight to slam my face in a wall and don't even notice, it was like even my eyes could see my thoughts and not my path.

It was the second time of an attempting to murder Dumbledore, not the students, until now, all these incidents were attempts to kill Dumbledore indirectly, someone inside the school, but I had no idea who could it be.

Harry was being mental that I knew, like I knew he was whispering about Draco being part of this, which is a lie, Draco wasn't capable of such.

He had no proof, no evidence, nothing, he was just saying that to convince himself that he was right, Draco had no reason to kill someone, and even if he did, he's not the type of person everybody thinks he is.

"Lara!" It wasn't even necessary to turn my head to know it was Harry calling for my name.

"Go away, Harry." I said firmly, letting the rage he created by his words take over me.

I started speeding up my pace when I heard his steps behind me getting close, but he did the same, and even if I started running he was faster than me, and would catch me anyways.

"So, disturbed by what your boyfriend almost succeeded to do." Harry said in a amused tone when he was already besides me, but I didn't dared to look at him. "You don't talk now is that it?" He asked firmly.

"You're being insane, Harry." I said firmly, keeping my gaze focused on my path, trying to go to the Slytherin common room where Harry couldn't put a straw of hair in without having all the Slytherin house pursuing him down.

"Okay, Lara come on, you know as well as I am that he's acting odd lately." Harry said calmly, and I finally came to an halt.

"That doesn't make of him a murder." I said firmly, looking right at his face.

"Then you must know why he is acting so odd." Harry said firmly, and crossed his arms in front of his chest while I took my time to answer.

"And do you?" I asked firmly.

"Yes I do, he's like this because he's busy trying to kill Dumbledore, while you, who I thought was by my side, keep defending him." Harry said angrily.

"There are no sides, Harry." I said clearly. "The world doesn't end in either good or bad, every person makes mistakes...and the ones that never learn from them." I said firmly and he replied nothing to me.

He swallowed as if swallowing everything he still had to say to me, and looked down at the floor in embarrassment.

"So like you see, Harry...there are no sides, you yourself are no close to be a Saint, and are as innocent as Draco is." I said firmly and stepped away from him, leaving him there, speechless.

As I walked back to the Slytherin common, I was lucky that not a lot of people were there, and so I sat in the couch, looking at the fireplace, thinking this through.

Harry is misjudging Draco, like I have misjudged him, Harry wasn't different from everybody else, he was just like them, judging people from their mistakes in the past, putting on blame in their shoulders because of it, instead of trying to understand them, and only contributing to the make of the person they say they are.

There are storytellers, story makers and story readers in this story.

Storytellers, are the ones that take the tales from story makers and beautify the story at their own pleasure, manipulating the story readers into a facade.

I remember of wise words that my mother once said to me.

"Rather be a story maker than a storyteller, because the story their telling, will end, and they'll hit the deep ground, and you, will always have more stories to make."

Litlle did I know what she meant at that time.

Story makers are usually hated by who read the story that has been tell by the storytellers, because they choose to believe in who tells than who makes.

At this moment, I don't know in what position I am, I still wonder if I'm a story maker or a story reader, I know the truth behind the story that has been told, but not all of it, perhaps not even half...

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I woke up, and realized that had fell asleep in the couch, my all body was stretched out in the couch, I could see the night already reflected in the windows that showed the black lake, and soon realized that I wasn't alone.

I slowly lift my head from the couch I was layed in, to peek to whoever was behind me.

It was Draco, he was walking straight to the exit from the common room, he definitely didn't knew I was watching him, he wasn't in his black suit, this time, he was dressed in his school robes.

He stopped his tracks, and waited for the wall to open the passage so he could get out of the room.

I thought about following him, but he's probably going to the same place he disappears to every night, so it would be a waste of time.

The passage appeared, and he passed through it without even taking his time, he was in a rush.

It was the perfect opportunity to follow him, but I wouldn't do that, not this time.

It's not like I could be faster and caught him going to the place he goes every night...

The passage started closing.

I stood up abruptly from the couch, and followed his steps, before the wall could fully close, and passed my body through the small crack that still remained on the wall.

I imediatly hid my body on the wall, fearing that he might have heard me and my rushed steps, but fortunately, he was too focused on something else to noticed that.

He went through the same path he made last time, the same floor, the same corners, except...

He stopped halfway, as so did I, and hid my bosy behind a wall, while I watched him take a bird out of one of the birds cages, only Merlin knows what he's going to do with it.

I followed him just a few steps behind him, but as soon as I saw him turning in the same corner from where I have lost him last time, I quickened my pace, don't even caring if he would hear me.

What I found odd, was the fact that I could feel a third person in this, someone following us both, but I shoved that thought deep in my mind, it was just my mind trying to make me look back, preventing me from finding out what has been itching and lingering in my mind for months.

As I reached the end of the corner, I saw him stepping in a door, but I've never saw that door here, it wasn't here last time, unless it was...

The Room of Requirement.

So much it made sense now, it's the room I used to practice with the Dumbledore's army last year, the come and go room, that's why I thought Draco had disappeared that day, but a new question appeared, why was he using it.

Before the door could close, I made a risky decision, as I moved my body to step in.

As I heard the room transforms itself into what the person is needing the most, perhaps he thought of a place from where he could watch the stars, perhaps a place that looked like his bedroom even.

A room full of piles of furniture, all confusingly mixed up.

Well, that's unexpected coming from him, he definitely couldn't see the night sky from here, the piles of thousand of furniture almost touched the roof from how tall it was.

It looked like old furniture, like statues, old school tables, every kind of things.

I would have to walk really close to him, if I losted the sight of him, perhaps I would be lost in here from how confused it was, I didn't had a vision of the room I was in, just really the piles of furniture.

My steps while following him had to be really cautious, one bad step, and I would trip over some furniture displayed in the floor, moving his attention to me, which I didn't wanted to happen, not until I found out what he's being up to.

However, the bird he carried made everything way easier, I could simply follow it's singing through the whole room.

He stopped a few steps away from a cloak that seemed to be covering something, and I hid my body behind a pile of furniture, making sure he wouldn't see me.

He pulled the cloak off, revealing some sort of old cabinet underneath it, a peculiar object for him to have interest in.

He opened it, and placed the bird inside, closing it again, as he did so, he watched carefully a feather that flew away from his hand, and flew towards me, luckily his gaze didn't followed the feather as he took out his wand and pointed it to the cabinet.

"Harmonia Nectere Passus." He chanted eerily.

Those seemed to be the words of some enchantment or incantation I've never heard off, but that's the least of the mystery lingering on my head as watching this scene.

Suddenly, the sound of the bird singing vanished, which made Draco open the door for a few seconds until closing it again, leaving me no chance to see what was inside of it.

He closed his eyes for a moment, as trying to sense something, as I watched him carefully open the door again, his eyes were now full of broken hope, but such hope was replaced by despair and sorrowful.

He locked his gaze with whatever was inside of the cabinet, and I tilted my head just a few inches foward to try to see what it was, but it was impossible to do it, I couldn't see anything.

Draco seemed both disappointed and hopeless when he started sobbing as he stared at what was inside the cabinet.

The sight of him sobbing made my body almost feel his pain, and guilty for not stepping out of my hiding place, and give him the tightest hug ever, letting him feel how broken I was as well.

But I couldn't, if I wanted Draco to trust me his secrets, and open himself to me, I would have to show him of how he can trust me, and following him wasn't a way to demonstrate that, this is the moments were I hate myself for following what my head thinks it's the best, or simply my curiosity.

He placed the cloak over the cabinet again, not even caring to fully cover it, as he rushed away while still sobbing.

A imediatly hid away from him before he could see me, and waited for the sound of the door appearing on the wall, and for his steps to disappear from the room.

I walked over the cabinet after certifying that he wasn't in the room.

The cloak was badly positioned on the top of the cabinet, covering only it's sides and leaving the aperture completely at sight.

I studied the cabinet carefully, passing my fingers over the top of the different patterns on it, trying to see if I ever saw a cabinet like this before, or why was Draco so interested in it.

Finding no clue of what this ordinary cabinet was, I reached to open it, to see what had made Draco sob the way he did, and I got shocked by what my eyes sighted.

The white bird was dead.

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