Change The Formality

Chapter 17: Draco's close death

⚠️WARNING⚠️
BLOODY STUFF HAPPENING HERE, DON'T READ IF YOU'RE UNCOMFORTABLE WITH IT

Draco's POV:

"Bird?" I whispered trying not to gag again and this time I didn't gag. I crawled over to him seeing that his wing was missing and blood all over him, the huge scar on his chest. I looked at him sad, thinking that it was my fault that this happened. But what did I do? How did he die? Was I responsible for this? Is it because I left them? I question myself again, enough to give me a headache already.

I got up ready to leave, only to get grabbed by my arm and pull me down on the grass floor. I looked up seeing Birds eye lits, flashing and glowing, he looked at me as I was starting to get frightened of what's happening. I got up again only to be blocked by a huge wing and dropped me down on the floor again. Bird still looking at me lifeless sat up, his arms around me hugging me like I was a child being bullied and needed comfort. I didn't like being hugged but it was comforting, a little, but the fact I'm being hugged by a dead corpse isn't so nice at all. I tried pushing him away but he wouldn't let go. "sh it's alright" he whispered, "everything's going to be okay". I was confused, what is he trying to say? I tried kicking him, biting him, and nothing worked, he just won't go away. "It's not your fault" he whispered "don't fight please, you're making it harder for me" he started tearing up and I fought more but still, he had a firm grip on me. I gave up trying to escaped and stayed there, Bird was quiet all the time and I have a feeling something bad is going to happen.
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