I felt as though my heart had dropped somewhere deep--deep within me.

Someone knew.

Someone was aware of my shenanigans.

It was a sick feeling twirling around in my stomach combined with the feeling of numbness.

The door squeaked open and impulsively as I squeezed the small parchment paper into a fist. I expected the person entering to be Draco or a nurse.

I was wrong. 

"Mattheo?"

His lips didn't separate. His eyes were solely filled with grief. 

"Emerlyn...I.." his voice cracked showing hints of sorrow, his eyes watering at the barely surviving Serena. 

Maybe Mattheo knew something.

Maybe he did it.

However, he ignored my presence with cries slipping out of his mouth. He knelt by the ground, his hand intertwined with Serena's and with his every cry, his body shook.

The emotion he showed led me to believe that this wasn't him. It could've been.

"Serena..." his voice was as cracked as glass. "Serena...I'm here..."

"I thought you knew?"

He raised his head, the tears under his eyes decorating his face. "I thought you knew." 

"Me? All I knew was tonight I was going to meet her..." his eyebrows furrowed together. "I was informed that Serena was in the hospital.." 

I recalled the memory of Serena desiring to meet Mattheo. 

And he here was. 

In front of her. 

Yet she could not respond. 

I wondered what Tom would've thought about the whole situation. What his reaction would've been like. All I knew it would be bad.

bad, bad, bad. 

I walked outside the room. 

Draco wasn't there anymore but I felt a familiar sensation.

It was Tom. 

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"Tom is coming.."

I warned Mattheo about the arriving nightmare but it didn't seem like a nightmare to him anymore. 

"I want to stay here..." he replied not a hint of emotion displayed on his face.

And there Tom was.

He stood silent. I wasn't aware wheater this silence was from the existence of Mattheo, Serena being in a coma or me knowing about Mattheo's whereabouts. 

I stood in Tom's position for a second, thinking about all the possible ways I could process all of this information at once. It would be far too overwhelming. 

But Tom did not rage.

He did not scream nor did he shed a single tear.

However, all his agony was visible through his eyes, he walked over silently and examined Mattheo, silently making his own observations. 

His reaction to Mattheo was far unexpected. 

However, it could be justified because of Serena's sudden condition. 

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"Why'd you leave?" I sat in the balcony on a seat viewing the sunset with anguish and a mixture of guilt.

Behind me stood Draco. "I wanted to give you your space..."

I buried my face in the long horizontal seat attempting to control the pace of my tears. It was the worst thing when you had no control over your own tears. It made me feel defeated.

I felt the sounds of feet walking closer. "And I'd like the same right now."

"Emerlyn, you aren't doing so good right now.." Draco responded.

"I know...but I'd prefer it if I was left alone for a bit.."

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The atmosphere of spring touched my body as I wept and wailed my guilt out. It was my fault.

All that torture, that cruelty she bore was

My fault, my fault, my fault, my fault, my fault, my fault, my fault, my fault, my fault. 

This emotion was heavier than the others.

"Master?" A squeaky voice walked closer to me while I let out a sniff.

I looked over to the voice and glared at Dobby. "Go away.."

"Oh, master...this is giving Dobby major Deja vu." Dobby's voice wasn't as cheerful as he always sounded.

I raised my head to face him with puffed eyes. "What?"

"Dobby does not want to talk about this matter at all..."

I agreed. After all, I wasn't in the mood to know whatever was in his mind nor was it my business.

"Dobby also has another wish.." He confessed shortly after.

"What is it?"

"Dobby wants his master to know that he's wanted to have this for a really really long time but Dobby's previous master would have never allowed this-"

"Just say it, Dobby."

"Dobby wants to know if Emerlyn Malfoy can pay Dobby 10 pounds each week as a salary, Dobby doesn't like working for servants, Dobby wants to be free..." Dobby glued his eyes to the ground.

"Hm..and your past master didn't allow it?"

He shook his head slowly. 

An idea stirred up in my mind. 

Lucius's doom wasn't so far after all.

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"I understand Tom if you don't wish to continue with this murder plan anymore..."

"I know it's hard for you too to deal with the coma-"

"Serena isn't dead yet," Tom interjected. 

"You're correct...there is still hope..."

"We are now just down to one person. We.are.so.close.Emerlyn." Tom continued motivation shining in his tone. "We can't accept defeat now."

"Tom...I have something to tell you..." 

His gaze met mine.

I explained everything from someone figuring out my identity and seeking revenge through Serena to the note glued onto her hand. 

"This isn't good..we must find this impersonator of yours...before things get messier.."

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These past days had felt as though I had disassociated myself from the entire world.

I felt a type of numbness I had never felt with a combination of dizziness. 

In a far distance, I heard a thump. 

Rushing I entered the backyard to investigate the noise. Afar laid something that I couldn't figure out. 

I embarked closer to it and my heart crumbled into pieces. There was a dead owl with a note sticking outside its mouth in an awkward position.

Horrified, I opened the note to read.

I 

will

Destroy 

You

Emerlyn.

A/N: this chapter is short, a filler, and rushed but I promise there are more exciting events to come!

Hint Hint: Draco's birthday and Emerlyn and Draco's anniversary are going to be major events pushing the plot forward.

And right now in the story, it's May.