A Beautiful and Terrible Truth

Chapter 12

I shook my head. He pressed the wand harder to my throat causing me to whine for a second. I looked straight into his beautiful grey eyes and saw no life. It was like everything had been sucked from him in the short amount of time that we had been apart. But what could’ve possibly happened?

“Your life?” I asked.

His eyes flooded with recognition before reversing to anger. “Stop talking. Just don’t open your fucking mouth. You got that? I’m tired of it and you’re just messing with my head.”

I shook my head again. “I’m not. I promise.”

“Stop.”

“What do you want me to say?” I asked, as he pulled away and looked over at Blaise, who was looking down at us from the top of the small knoll.

“She’s the hole in my head,” he muttered, looking up at me. “She’s the morning when it’s clear. She’s my night time fear.”

My heart skipped a beat. He knew it was me. He knew I was standing right in front of him. I knew that he recognized my voice. I smiled at him, which caused him to flinch a bit. I might have been the voice of the love of his life, but coming out of his archenemy must’ve been pretty weird. I reached out for him, but that recognition faded away once again. I would do anything for him to stay, the real him that I fell in love with.

“But she’s dead,” he said shakily. “She’s not-“

I couldn’t stop myself from closing the distance between us. I could take what he was saying. I was dead? The only thing I could do to stop myself from crying was to press my lips to his and let him know that I wasn’t dead. I was standing right beside him. Although, he could’ve meant that I was dead to him, meaning that he was angry with me. But why?

“What the hell?” exclaimed Blaise, which made me realize that I had made an impulsive move.

I was still not myself. I was still Harry, and I was kissing Draco. Before I could respond, Draco shoved me off him and backed clear away from me. He was shaking his head, obviously repulsed at the fact that Harry Potter had just kissed him even if it really wasn’t him.  I desperately wished that I could take it back, that I actually thought about my actions before I let them run wild.

“What the hell do you think you’re doing?!” Draco asked, dropping his wand to the ground.

My eyes followed it as it fell, which caused him to look and pick it up as soon as it hit the ground. Once it was back in his hand, he pointed it back to me. I was about to say something when something came rushing out of the brush and tackled Draco to the ground. It took me a moment to realize that it was Marcus, who was beating the shit out of the man that I loved. Blaise and I both rushed towards the scene at the same time. Each of us grabbed an arm of Marcus and pulled him off, which wasn’t easy.

“Marcus!” I screamed and he looked at me.

“I don’t know what came over me,” he said, stunned himself.

I looked over at my Draco lying on the ground unconscious with blood coming from his lips and his nose. Blaise was already working on stopping the bleeding, which made me feel better. Draco was really lucky to have Blaise in his life, and so wasn’t Kam. That’s when I felt an unpleasant tingling sensation that started in my toes that time and traveled up to my eyes. I felt myself shrink and my hair grow long. My weight on top was back and felt much more natural. My hips then widened and my bottom filled back out. I then realized that I was in fact much heavier than Harry. I could feel the weight just clinging to me.

“Courtney?” Blaise asked as he looked up at me from his work. “I knew it had to be you.”

I nodded. “Why did Draco say his life was over? He also said that I was dead…he did mean me, right?”

Blaise shrugged. “I wish I could say that I understood every word of that conversation, but I can’t. I haven’t been around him all summer, and I came back to find him to be changed and not for the better. We haven’t had much time to talk, but I promise I’ll find out all the answers to both of our questions.”

“Thank you, Blaise,” I smiled at him as Marcus put his arm around me.

“Come on, sis,” Marcus said, just looking over Draco. “Let’s get out of here.”

“Wait,” called Blaise, standing and walking over to me. “Will you give this to Kam? I wrote it a long time ago, but I hadn’t figured out a way to give it to her,” he handed me a piece of folded up parchment that he had taken out of his pocket, which I gladly took. “I’ll make sure You-Know-Who doesn’t find out about this,” he winked at me as I let my brother lead me away.

“Have your wand at the ready, we have to get a little ways away before I apparate us,” Marcus instructed, taking out his own wand.

I grimaced. “About that…”

“What?”

“I kind of dropped it when we were thrown off the broom,” I filled him in.

He shook his head. “I can’t believe what I have for a little sister,” he chuckled before sending us both through that tight pipe with me thinking about Draco.

My poor, poor Draco.