The nightmares did not vanish entirely. They continued to torment me in the darkest hours of the night, and the guilt I felt did not vanish either.
Some night I stayed awake listening to the gentle sounds of the ocean as the waves rolled onto the shore, and as I listened I thought about the people I betrayed; the people I loved. I could not shake the fact that I was capable of such dark things; of murder, but I had to put all that behind me.
The tattoo on my arm would soon fade to nothing more than a scar, but it would serve as a reminder to not tell lies as my parents once did to me. It was a reminder that I was a good person, not bad, for I had only done bad things.
Our final night at the beach home was one of relaxation. Lucius made sure it was safe to return to the manor, and that Draco and I would be able to attend Hogwarts to makeup our missed education.
I was glad to have stayed in the beach home, but I missed Hogwarts, too, and had a lot to catch up on.
I only hoped the year went by well.
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FanfictionIris Éclatant is a bright eyed girl from France who is unconvincingly told by the sorting hat she belongs in Ravenclaw. Her Pureblood family history proves to be a troublesome factor in her life, and when Voldemort is on the rise again, things only...
