Draco

[__zacharias]

Zacharias acted strange after his encounter with Draco earlier that afternoon. He kept to himself at dinner, followed by a long shower, consisting mostly of him staring at the tile floor with a knotted brow. Who was this guy? He stuck his head under the spray of water and wiped his face with both hands.

It was just the adrenaline. I don't

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[_draco_m_]

Zacharias got himself fucking slapped in the face.

Hard.

[__zacharias]

Even though he was dreaming, he could taste a small amount of blood in his mouth. He took a moment to absorb the shock before lifting his head and squinting to try and make out the owner of that hand.

"'The fuck?" he said, pained.

Who was that?

[_draco_m_]

An upsidedown flashlight lit the engorged and distorted face of Dumbledore, which was slowly turning to the side.

Suddenly, a homemade depiction of the Prefects' bathroom, something imagined but not accurate, and the back of someone climbing in. Pale skin, pointed elbows as they lowered themselves into the warm spray. One finely sculpted leg dripping suds.

Colour and sound merged for a second. A crash and its' echo down a long hallway, a lone child giggling, and then running footsteps. Racing heartbeat. Desperation! Panting. Panting. Panting.

[__zacharias]

Black. Silence.

The sensation of falling. A room quickly filling with water from cracks in the crown molding. There are no doors. No windows. He swims, frantic, like a fish in a tank, bumping up against the corners and walls. He is now inches from the becoming fully submerged. He takes in a deep breath and closes his eyes.

Black. Silence.

He is home. He walks into the kitchen and places a hand upon his mother's shoulder. She crumbles down like ashes, with a terrible shriek that seems to be coming more from the house itself.

The boy falls to his knees.