I was sleeping peacefully when I started hearing someone cry in their sleep. It was quiet at first, but then it got a bit louder, I realized it was Malia and gently started to shake her awake. Her eyes fluttered open, and she had a horrified look on her face. She sat up and looked around.
"Where am I?" She asked, confused.
Cora started laughing at a stupid joke I told her, and she was about to say something when the scenery changed. Draco came out of nowhere, I was in the manner, and the whole murder started to take place again.
I was shaken awake. What the hell?
I look around, and see that Ron woke me up. What the hell?
I looked around a bit more, and I'm in an unrecognizable room, there's three beds. It's too dark to see anyone else but Ron.
"Where am I?" I asked, totally confused. Panic started to set in, did they find out I was double crossing them? Are we being held hostage?!
I shot up and started to get out of bed, but Ron pulled me back down.
"You're in my room, well mine, Neville, and Harry's room," he said, trying to calm me down.
I just stared at him and he wiped a tear away from my face. Fuck, I must have been sleep crying again. I sat up and reached for my pack, but I decided it'd be best if I didn't smoke in here.
"How'd I end up here?" I asked.
"You passed out from lack of sleep, and I didn't wanna just leave you there," Ron laughed.
"Then why were you in bed with me?" I said, a little too quickly.
"You sleep pulled me over here, I was going to sleep on the floor but, damn girl your grip," Ron replied.
"I call bullshit, but I'm still tired, so night," I yawned and flipped over, facing the other boy's bed.
Eventually I woke up and so did Ron, so we crept out of the room and started roaming the corridors. We were walking quietly, and he suddenly stopped.
"Why'd you stop?" I asked chuckling.
He looked dazed for a minute then asked suddenly,
"Why were you sleep crying last night?"
The smile faded from my face, and tears stung my eyes, just remembering the dream.
"It's complicated," I replied quietly.
"Malia tell me what's wrong," Ron said.
"I watched my best friend get tortured, then she was murdered right in front of me and it's all my fault!" I said in a rush of words. Tears started to stream down my face and Ron gasped.
I felt a tap on my shoulder, and turned around to see Draco.
"Malia, I need to talk to you," he said quietly.
"Not now Malfoy!" Ron snapped.
"It's about Cora.." Draco trailed, ignoring Ron.
"I'll be just a minute," I said to Ron, wiping the remaining tears off my cheek.
Draco pulled me a fair distance away from Ron, then he looked me dead in the eye and said:
"I think her ghost is haunting our manner," he said quietly.
I slapped him hard across the face and said,
"Shut the fuck up! She's dead! You can't go around saying stupid fucked up shit like that, that can give false hope of a part of her still being here because she's not!" I screamed.
I ran off crying, I ended up by a tree outside near the lake. I just miss her so fucking much! Our inside jokes, all the memories of our friendship started to flood in my brain. It's been one fucking month! I pulled out my phone and looked at our texts, the last thing she texted me was 'Lol'.
Her last text was her laughing, so she must have been smiling. It was sent the morning of her death. I check today's date and saw that today was the day she died, one month ago. I cried harder and pulled out a cigarette, I placed it between my lips and with shaky hands, I lit it up.
I'm on my third cigarette in a row, and I felt someone tap me on the shoulder. I whipped around and seen Ron, he took my cigarette out of my mouth and stomped it out. He started rambling on and on about how bad it is, and how he couldn't believe what he was seeing.
"Shut the fuck up, okay?!" I screamed at him, pulling out another and lighting it. It was gone in about thirty seconds because he took it away from me.
"Stop!" I yelled in his face, tears streaming down my own, and my voice shaky. I started to feel light headed and claustrophobic. I slid down the tree, and put my head in my hands crying. Ron sat next to me and wrapped his arms around me tightly. After a few minutes of me crying, he gently moved my hands away from my face and wiped my tears away with his thumb.
If Draco is right and Cora's ghost is haunting the manner, then maybe I have the chance to apologize and to see my best friend. I have to check when I go for lessons with 'mummy.' Ugh.