"Undo the charms, Luna" Astoria's voice boomed around the Slytherin common room.
Luna simply smiled, her eyes trailing back to the jumbled words of the Quibbler.
It actually baffled Luna, how the words seemed right to her when they were upside down. Somehow, it made her feel that words can be weird too, not just her.
"Luna. He will kill himself" Draco pleaded, his voice sounded like a that of a siren's. It was strong, but it did not hold the meaning, a siren's held.
"He will not, I know it"
Draco massaged his temples. Again with the vague words.
Before Astoria or Draco could stop him, Theo had stormed into his dorm room smashing the door shut and locking it with a wave of his hand.
Moreover, Luna had personally charmed the door so that it couldn't be opened from the outside.
Draco feared for Theo's life.
Because Theo held no regard for his own.
The dorm room that was always decorated with splashes of paint, coated with the ashy charcoal crayon dust covering the sketch books, the damp smell paper covered in water colors and freshly painted canvas.
Was now mourning with it's occupant. Theo was seated near the door, his back touching the cold wall. His hands were bleeding and his nails were covered in blood.
There was a blank look in his eyes. An emptiness of a corpse as he stared unblinking at the numerous canvases in front of him.
Constellations on her cheeks and shoulders.
A smile so wide, it was truly a shame that his hands couldn't capture the beauty.
An ethereal being, a divinity
His goddess
Gods didn't die, Theo remembered. She must be alive
She had to be
" You promised you wouldn't leave " he sobbed choking on his own words
When he looked back, even a month later, Harry found he had only scattered memories of the next few days. It was as though he had been through too much to take in any more. The recollections he did have were very painful.
They had given him the sack of gold after Diggory refused to take anything.
Harry returned to Gryffindor Tower the following evening. From what Hermione and Ron told him, Dumbledore had spoken to the school that morning at breakfast. He had merely requested that they leave Harry alone, that nobody ask him questions or badger him to tell the story of what had happened in the maze. Most people, he noticed, were skirting him in the corridors, avoiding
his eyes. Some whispered behind their hands as he passed.
It was with a heavy heart that Harry packed his trunk up in the dormitory on the night before his return to Privet Drive. He was dreading the Leaving Feast, which was usually a cause for celebration, when the winner of the Inter-House Championship would be announced. He had avoided being in the Great Hall when it was full ever since he had left the hospital wing, preferring to eat when it was nearly empty to avoid the stares of his fellow students.
When he, Ron, and Hermione entered the Hall, they saw at once that the usual decorations were missing. The Great Hall was normally decorated with the winning House’s colors for the Leaving Feast. Tonight, however, there were black drapes on the wall behind the teachers’ table.
Harry knew instantly that they were there as a mark of respect to his sister.
She wasn't dead. This was bullshit and not needed.
Harry glanced at the huge wooden doors of the great hall, half expecting Camelia to burst through them, burst a few crackers with the Weasley twins and yell gleefully at the shocked faces
'Missed me fuckers?"
Ya. That was his sister. She was definitely going to do that.
“The end,” said Dumbledore, looking around at them all, “of another year.”
He paused, and his eyes fell upon the Slytherin table and then to the Gryffindor.
“There is much that I would like to say to you all tonight,” said Dumbledore, “but I must first
acknowledge the loss of a very fine person, who should be sitting here,” he gestured toward the Slytherins, “enjoying our feast with us. I would like you all, please, to stand, and raise your glasses, to Camelia Potter.”
KLANK!
Heads turned towards the end of the Slytherin table. A boy, so beautiful had turned absolutely unrecognisable.
His once neatly-messy hair was now just a stack of hay, his eyes no more held the ocean - rather it was devoid of any water. There wasn't an ounce of life in those eyes. Darkened hallows under his eyes and his disheveled uniform.
"She's not dead. Shut up" Theo said very softly
Maybe, the room was too silent.
Or maybe his words were too loud.
Either way, the entire hall heard it.
"My dear boy......"
"SHUT UP" Harry shouted.
For the first time since the maze, had he talked so loudly. He agreed with Theo. His sister was alive. She was his twin. Of course he'd know if anything happened to her
A twin's bond never lied.
The chair screeched against the floor and Harry stormed out of the great hall.
He'd rather cry in front of Hedwig than these dumbnicks who wouldn't even try to get him.
The only people he wanted to talk to were the Weasley and Patil twins. They understood him. They related to him
And because of them, he was sure that the twin's bond wasn't something superficial.
It was real
And it was still beating.
The trees ran back and the train left the greens of Scotland. The carriage was dark, even though the sunlight shone brightly on their skins.
It was quiet
Too quiet
"Where are you staying?" Draco broke the silence
Something about silence always made him uncomfortable. His father would always get silent when reprimanding him. He'd much rather prefer his father, shouting on him.
"Not at yours" Theo said quietly
"I'm aware" said Draco. Happy he got a reply "what about you?" He turned to Harry
It was a odd group, really. A boy who hated anything that wasn't pure. A boy disowned and a blood traitor and a halfblood who despised any Slytherin that wasn't his sister.
If their past selves were to be informed of this, they would be clutching onto their stomachs and gagging their worst noises.
"Not at the Dursley's" Said Harry.
"Your 'donkey manure of relatives'?" Draco coated and smiled to himself when he managed to make both Harry and Theo smile a little
"Yeah. My 'donkey manure of relatives' " Harry agreed.
Harry glanced outside the train window. A cry of an augery, and an unusual rainfall approaching. He digged his pockets, pulling out a bracelet and holding it for Theo.
"This broke off her wrist"
Theo gratefully took it back, cradling it in his palm as if it was an invaluable treasure
"I thought you didn't like me"
"I don't" Harry replied