"You'll be okay."

Pansy says firmly. No hesitation nor doubt in her voice.

Surprisingly, it appears to calm Y/n down a little; her heart slows down and stops drumming through her chest like a hectic beat, instead becoming a rather slow and peaceful flow which reminds her of the ocean's waves, settling down after a long summer morning.

Which makes her begin to miss spending most of her summers at her mother's beach house. Sitting on the end of the dock, kicking her feet in the warm water and watching the sun set and water roll into pleasant looking waves as she chewed on strawberries and frozen grapes.

She nods. "Yes, I will be." She turns around from the mirror, smiling up at Pansy. "Thank you." She says.

Pansy smiles, but it's a sad smile. She huffs out, clearing her throat as she rubs her red eyes.

She grabs Y/n by the wrist gently, pulling her into an embracing hug. Y/n shuts her eyes, hugging her back tightly and breathing in deeply. The scent of black berries mixed with wine filling her nostrils.

Déjà vu hits her.

Her mothers perfumes smelt the exact same. One would be bitter, the other sweet, like berries and wine. A snack and drink her mother always had when guests were over.

Especially a specific guest.

Y/n shakes her head when the person doesn't come to mind. 'Maybe I'll remember later' she thought, swallowing away the panic that was rising up her throat.

Y/n pulls back, exhaling. Pushing down her tears that are threatening to fall out by imagining that her body and emotions are completely disconnected.

Growing up, she used it as a coping mechanism.

Separating her body from her emotions and feelings by forcing herself to become robotic, not to think too much, and when she did she would ignore it or distract herself.

It worked half the time.

The other... not so much.

"Okay, I have to go." She says.

Pansy freezes, hesitating before nodding slowly. She stares at the ground with a confused gaze lingering on her face.

Y/n felt her heart ache. She shook her head, clearing her throat and standing up.

As she makes it to the door, Pansy stops her.

"Stay safe, Y/n."

And right there, is when her eyes sprinkled.

A gleam of sadness, maybe even fear.

Fear of never seeing her again.

Fear of what will happen when she sees Voldemort.

But she ignores it, convinces herself it's not her who is feeling that way, that it is someone else. Entirely different from her.

She becomes aware of how long she had been standing there for. Quickly nodding, she pulls down her sleeve, looking up at Pansy for a brief moment.

Then, slowly, she turns.

Twisting the door knob and ignoring the hesitation she felt before walking out the dorm, not looking behind.

* * *

Y/n had been found by Thomas, who brought her somewhere no one was.

"You ready?" He asks, cocking up an eyebrow. She nods, grabbing his hand.

Everything begins to spin, the environment changes and suddenly, she's at the Malfoy manor.

She inhales in deeply, settling herself, counting her breaths to calm her nerves.

The two walk to the table, which was filled with death eaters and other familiar faces.

She sits next to her father. Not daring to look at him.

"Y/n." He says. "I see you've come." She nods. "It was an unexpected time to call a meeting." She says. "Are you saying you preferred that the meeting weren't called?"

"No." She exhales. "I wasn't expecting it, is what I'm saying."

He hums.

She turns to look at him but everyone stands up, she looks around, following their gaze, which lands on him. Voldemort.

She stands quickly, going pale.

He floats towards the chair, his snake following next to him, hissing at the death eaters around them.

Y/n inhales in deeply, gulping.

"Seat yourselves." He says. At once, everyone sits.

Y/n's gaze falls on Draco. His face is pale, eyes stuck on the table, he's shaking.

Lucius is mumbling things to him. And it's effecting him. Y/n's nails dig into her palms, scarring a red crescent moon shape on them.

"I've gathered us all here today, because there is a problem I have crossed over." He says. He looks around, his gaze holding on to Y/n a little longer then the others before looking away.

"My son has gone missing." Unexpectedly, he begins laughing.

Y/n's brows furrow as she clenches her teeth.

He stops, his gaze holding on to her when he realizes her tension.

"Have you any clue as to where he is, Y/n?" His voice echoes, it sends shivers down her spine.

"No." She says firmly. "No, my lord. I do not. I haven't caught sight of him."

He hums, standing up. "Have any of you, have any idea, as to where my son is?" He asks. No one responds.

He sighs, sarcastically frowning.

"That's too bad." He mumbles, pulling out his wand. "I had plans for him." He says.

"You speak as if he is dead." Y/n says. Everyone looks at her, shock consuming their facial expressions. Her father pinches her leg, not letting go. She winces, breathing in deeply.

"—My lord." She says under clenched teeth.

"He may be, Y/n." He sighs, "I understand how difficult it may be for you."

"Do you?" She tilts her head, her eyes travelling from his toes to his eyes.

Everyone goes pale as the words leave her mouth and echo in the tense air.

Y/n stares at him with unreadable wide red eyes.

"You dare speak to me in such manner."

She stands. "I dare do."

Her father stands.

"My lord," her father laughs nervously. "She's had a very hard week, please forgive her for her reckless behaviour."

"Yeah. I did have a hard week." She says, her father smiles in amusement. "But either way, I'd still speak to you this way if I didn't."

Draco's breath hitches loudly.

"How dare you." Bellatrix shouts. "How dare you speak to him that way!"

Y/n turns to look at her slowly, scrunching her nose, "How dare you speak to me," her breath hitches. "You foul creature!"

"Calm yourself, Y/n. Immediately!"

As she was about to say something else, Draco stood, surprisingly. Lucius and his mother went pale, whispering: "sit down." To him with clenched teeth.

"My lord. I believe she isn't herself, she has been utterly stressed and consumed with fear of the whereabouts of Mattheo Riddle, your son. She means you only good."

He hums.

She sighs. "My lord— I apologise for my behaviour." She says, resisting the urge to roll her eyes.

"Very well." He says, surprisingly letting her get away with it.

"I will be sending several of you... to search for him."

Y/n's eyes shoot up.

"M-My lord, I volunteer to search for him."

He walks to her, his finger tips tapping his wand.

He stands in front of her, eyeing her up and down with a focused gaze.

"You've been stressed child, do not work yourself too hard."

"I'm not."

He laughs, looking at the rest of the death eaters. "She's not!" He yells, everyone laughs.

His smile falls and eyes soften as he raises his hand, grazing her forehead with his finger nails.

"His disappearance... has it something to do with you?"

She freezes.

"Answer my question."

Y/n looks down, shaking her head.

He grabs her chin harshly, his nails stabbing into her skin. "Are you lying to me?"

"I am not lying." Her voice comes out harsh and breathy. She holds on to her wand tightly, not even realizing it was in her hand in the first place.

Slowly, she looks up at him.

The sun begins to set, shining in through the windows and painting the walls and floors and her.

He begins to see her more clearly with the light shining on her.

Her dark eye bags, red tinted glossy eyes, hazel coloured eyes with sparks of deep green in them, her dark defined cheekbones and sharp jawline that could cut through limbs.

He shivers from the look in her eyes.

The look that he once recognized.

The look her mother gave him just before he killed her.

Her eyes so angry, so full of emotion. She could see right through him, as if he were glass.

He felt like glass, around her.

"Maybe your powers are beginning to fail on you... senses have grown weak, maybe you're getting old." She says clearly, no emotion in her robotic voice.

He pauses.

In an instant, just as the light slowly seeps out of the room, he grabs her hair harshly.

"After tonight, no one will ever again question my powers." He whispers like a snake, his tongue sharp and voice dark.

Draco stands, screaming for her as Voldemort drags her away.

"No!" He cries, trying to escape Narcissia's tight grasp on his body.

He falls to his knees, bringing his mother down with him as tears begin pooling under him. He mumbles things to himself with his wand in his right hand, held tightly with so much force it could snap in half.

The only thing able to be heard out of him is his quiet breathy whispers.

Praying to God or to anyone who's out there.

His wand falls from his hand. Both palms revealed and resting on his knees.

Tears slowly trickle down his cheeks as his mother whispers its okay.

But he knows it isn't.

He knows it will never be okay after today.

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