EMERLYN'S POINT OF VIEW.

"Happy birthday Serena, and Happy late birthday Thomas.." I remarked, well-wishing both Riddles. Tom showed a slight smile in response. 

He wasn't one of those, who showed their teeth nor was he one of those who showed their tears. Despite, us being friends since childhood he was always reserved and quiet in his personal issues. 

With him being Aromantic and Asexual, he never had an interest in anyone nor would he ever.

On the other hand, Serena was the opposite. She loved the idea of someone mentioning her and had a beaming smile. Serena did have the habit of over-sharing sometimes, which Tom disliked. 

Serena also showed interest in both genders. 

"I think it's kind of funny how not only me and Tom but Mattheo all have our birthdays in January.." Serena spoke, the peace on Tom's face melting. 

"Serena, don't mention--"

"Tom, I get it, he's done wrong," Serena interjected. "That doesn't mean, we can't mention him at all. It's almost like...he doesn't exist.."

"Well to me he doesn't exist," Tom replied sharply, his gaze refusing to soften. "The day he left us, is the day he died for me."

"To you!" Serena asserted. "To me, he is still my eldest brother despite him leaving us!"

There was another difference between these two Riddles. 

One was forgiving, and the other never forgot.

"Enough!" I interfered. "Enough arguing!"

  The guilt of knowing was slowly beginning to strangle me. 

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"Aren't you going to make a wish?" I asked Serena. Tom wasn't anywhere near.

"My wish?" She inquired. "I have quite a few...but my most desirable wish is to be known to the world, to achieve something big, to be someone."  

We exchanged a few chats here and there, the topic of Mattheo staying in my brain but never on my tongue. 

"By the way...you didn't tell me who your boyfriend is?"

Serena's body language changed.

For the worse. 

"Erm...he's..you'll know...yourself....one..erm..day.."  Serena's brown gaze stuck to the ground. "Hopefully.." A nervous chuckle followed after her words. 

"Serena, what are you hiding from me?" 

"Is he some lunatic--"

"No--he works a full-time job, he's independent; he's not like one of those; I just don't want to tell right now!"  

"Fine. Don't"     

Mattheo wouldn't be the best topic to talk about. 

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"Thomas." 

I spotted Tom, standing alone on his balcony enjoying the silent view all to himself. 

"Are you here to scold me for what I said earlier?"

"No..not at all...you're right for what you feel...and Serena's right to.." 

We stood shoulder to shoulder, watching the boiling sun meet its horizon. 

"This situation is just so complicated...even years after it just somehow follows us..." I broke the awkward silence filling us. 

"You're correct..."

At last, his gaze softened. 

Tom wasn't one of those who shared their grief through words.

He shared his grief and sorrows through his emotions. 

That was the beauty of our friendship, knowing each other's situation by emotion. 

Not words. 

"Tom..."

"Hm..?"

I placed my head on his shoulder, gripping his arm gently, while the cool breeze intoxicated me. "You trust me, right?"

"Without a second doubt, Emerlyn." 

The smell of cigarettes filled my nostrils.

"Don't ever forget that you aren't some ordinary person to me, but rather my greatest friend." He confessed a bubble of smoke surrounded us. 

"If I'm really your greatest friend, then tell me more about this necklace.." I requested, motioning my head toward him.

"You want to know why this necklace is so valuable?"

I nodded in agreement. 

"Well..there is a virtue about this necklace which is, this necklace changes for every owner to suit their appearance, hence it can never be recognized except for the Emmet located behind."

"Why is it so precious today?"

"As centuries went on and the Wizarding World developed, some of these necklaces were buried, some were destroyed and some lost their magic due to the end of the owner's bloodline and somehow today there is just one necklace left."

"And, that necklace is mine."

"Correct." He placed the cigarette in between his lips to inhale.

"Are you trying to say, that this necklace belonged to a Malory and has been passed down since?" 

"Correct again." He exhaled.

"Then, how did it end up with Narcissa?"

"That is something that I have no answer to, but look at the irony it's back with a Malory again."

Was Narcissa aware of the game she was playing?

Or was I too gullible to know?

"Talking about the Malfoys, do you have any idea of what you're going to do with your next target?"

That was something I had not thought of.

"I'm not sure what to do with Bellatrix yet, we aren't playing with the mouses anymore.."

"We're dealing with the masterminds now, and also Draco's family members.."

"Every step must be planned carefully.." 

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I had missed Draco greatly.

Here he was, in front of my hazel gaze. I observed him lovingly until I realized something odd.

I was wearing my red cloak, which I had used to murder.

However, being in his embrace felt as though I was complete. It felt as though I was at home. 

As I let go, the figures of Lucius and Bellatrix appeared, with daggers in their hands they began attacking their own blood. Thrusting and pounding the bloody tip of their daggers into Draco countlessly. 

I screamed and shouted yet they were ghosted. 

Draco's miserable and agitated cries were too painful for my ears to bear, tears filled my eyes as I attempted and attempted and attempted to break free of whatever was keeping me hostage. 

His cries didn't resemble pain but the betrayal of his own family; his cries overlapped with my screams. Nothing seemed to work.

Then it ended.

With sweat dripping down my spine and a pounding heart. 

What was that nightmare? 

Whatever it was, it was the most petrifying nightmare I had ever witnessed.

The thought of losing Draco even for a minute was spine-chilling.

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"Emerlyn, why are you packing up at four in the morning, at least let the sunrise!" Serena's taunts followed after. 

"No, I need to check if Draco's alright..." I grabbed a dull-looking hair tie, tangling it within my hair. 

"Letter him!"

"No!" Serena's eyes had been searching mine. "It could be anyone impersonating him, I want to see him with my own eyes!"

"Leave it, Serena." Tom chimed in, leaning by the plain doorframe. "Y'know how stubborn Emerlyn is, nothing will stop her now."

He simply cooed. He knew me too well.

I was supposed to stay two more days until my departure, but the nightmare had turned me paranoid. What if something had truly gone wrong with Draco? What if he was in danger? What if...the worst had happened.

Corrupted and fearful thoughts surrounded my mind.  The thought of Draco in danger alone was terrifying.

"Well, if you've decided to departure soon, here's something you should take with you," Tom informed, handing me a familiar book.

It was the book I had found at the Malfoy Manor.

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The sky had shifted into the mixed color of pink and blue, creating an illusion of a cotton candy sky. The sun was moments away from rising and the time for my departure had arrived.

"Letter me when you get there." She declared and I nodded in agreement. 

"Wait--" 

"Yeah?"

"There's something I've been wanting to tell you.."

"That is?"

"Mattheo's back in England, and he wanted to see you." I blurred it out at last. 

I took a noticeable breath, a smoke of ice exiting my mouth. "Letter me, if you wish to him yourself." 

To that I apparated. I regretted it, but I was free of the bitter guilt stirring up inside of me. 

It was time to meet Draco. 

A/N: Theories????????????