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Walk Through Hell

Anywhere But Here

“Secret love, my escape, take me far, far away; secret love, are you there? Will you answer my prayer? Please take me anywhere but here…”

Music blared through the garden. Where there was once a long table less than an hour before, there was now a large dance floor, with several small round tables surrounding it. Addie’s friends filed in one by one and it was starting to get quite crowded. She greeted each one, many of whom had traveled from far away by Floo powder, as they entered the party.

In her travels with her mother, Addie had met a lot of friends from all over the world. She considered herself lucky to have met such wonderful people that were willing to travel so far to celebrate her birthday with her.

“Just because they’re twins, it doesn’t mean that they want to date another pair of twins!” Addie called to Fred and George, who were in the process of stalking a pair of twins that she met while she was in France.

“Are you jealous, Addie?” George asked, “Don’t worry, babe, I’m still saving a special dance for you.”

Addie laughed and rolled her eyes at him.

From the corner of her eye, Addie caught sight of white hair, and turned to see Draco stalking off to the side of the house. She followed him.

“What are you doing?” she asked, a bit of anger in her voice. He hadn’t even said as much as ‘Happy Birthday’ to her all night.

He turned to face her, “Well I figured I’d get out of there before you started cuddling Potter again.”

Addie felt somewhat satisfied with the jealously in his voice and held back a smirk, “What are you talking about?”

“What the hell was that at the table? Didn’t anyone ever teach you about privacy?”

“Didn’t anyone ever teach you how to speak to a lady?” she retorted, earning no response from him, “And in case you didn’t know, those pictures mean something to both of us. It was a little emotional for us to see them. I knew Harry wouldn‘t want the whole table to see him cry, so I gave him an out until he could calm himself.”

Draco scoffed, “Do you expect me to believe that?”

“Yes, I do! I would do the same for you if you ever, God forbid, showed some emotion, you know, other than anger!”

“Well excuse me for not being a fairy--”

Addie couldn‘t help but laugh, “Draco, shut up.”

He let a smirk cross his lips, “Excuse me?”

“I said, shut up,” she continued laughing.

He looked at her skeptically, like he just couldn’t see what was so funny, “Are you all right?”

“Yes, I’m fine,” she said, calming herself.

“I guess you’re wondering why you didn’t get a present from me.”

She wasn’t going to ask, but it had been a bit strange; all of those presents that she had opened earlier, and not one of them was from Draco…

“A bit.”

He pulled a tiny box out of his pocket and handed it to her, “Well, here.”

Addie opened it; inside was a simple necklace. The chain was silver, and on it was a small, single, sparkling ruby. It was exactly her taste, simple, yet elegant.

“It’s beautiful,” Addie smiled, she could feel her cheeks blushing.

Draco smiled slightly, glad that she liked it. She handed the necklace to him and turned, moving her hair so he could put it on for her. He lightly strung it round her neck, pausing for a moment to take in the scent of her hair. Addie turned around, looking up at him.

“How do I look?”

“Great,” he croaked, clearing his throat, “You always look great.”

They both blushed red, “So,” Addie said, stepping back a bit, “I don’t suppose you could do one more thing for me, it being my birthday, and all…”

“What‘s that?” he asked.

“Dance with me?”


Draco held a hand out to Addie when they reached the edge of the dance floor, and as if on cue, the last song ended, and a slow song began. She laughed loudly; it had to be the most gentleman-ly she had ever seen him do.

Everyone seemed to stop and stare at the two new additions to the dance floor as Addie took his hand, allowing him to pull her close. Harry sat with Ron and Hermione at a table, taking a break from dancing. Addie looked at them and smiled excitedly, but Harry stiffened and made to rise from his seat. Hermione slapped his arm and yanked him back down, she gave Addie a cautionary smile.

Addie wrapped her arms around Draco’s neck, and he placed his hands low on her hips, causing her heartbeat to pick up. They looked deep into each other’s eyes, “Everyone is acting like they’ve never seen us together before.”

“Well a lot of them haven’t. No fault of my own,” she replied.

“Ouch,” he said, sounding the slightest bit hurt.

“Sorry. It’s just, most of the time when we’re at school, you act like we don’t know each other.”

“I know,” he sounded remorseful.

They swayed to the music, without speaking for a while. His scent burned at her nostrils, intoxicating her; it was spicy, and nothing in the entire world smelled as good as he did, she was sure of it.

“You’re a good person, Draco.”

“Why do you say that?”

“I know that’s why you joined him, to save your family, because you love them.”

Draco shrugged.

“You can’t fool me. I know that you can love. I think you might even love Crabbe and Goyle.”

He laughed aloud, “That is pushing it.”


He made a face, “Now you’re just messing with me.”


Draco cheeks turned red hot, and Addie felt her own cheeks flush as well, “Well, of course.”

Addie smiled at him, and then felt a jolting pain in her head. She stepped back from Draco, putting a hand on his chest, steadying herself. From somewhere in the distance, she heard him call her name, but she felt as though she was no longer in her own head. It felt like she was drifting away, father and father away from her party…

The room was dark. The only colors in sight were the darkest blacks and grays. Candles burned, hanging in midair, providing a bit of light for the room, making everything glow eerily.

Someone sat in the corner.

“I do appreciate you getting back to me as soon as possible, Draco,” the figure spoke.

“Of course, my Lord.”

Lord Voldemort stood, emerging from the shadows, “I take it that you have accepted my offer?”

“I have, my Lord.”

“Then give to me your arm, Draco.”

Addie’s mind went blank.


“Damn it, Malfoy, what did you do to her?”

Both Harry and Draco had their wands drawn at each other’s throats when Addie awoke. Someone had carried her into the living room and placed her on the couch. She could feel people around her, fussing over her. As much as she didn’t want to, she had to open her eyes.

Addie opened her eyes and got up immediately, “I need you,” she said, pointing to Draco before he or Harry could curse the other.

“Addie, I don’t think--”

“Harry, stop it,” she snapped, grabbing Draco’s hand and pulling him to the stairs. They needed to speak alone. Completely alone.

She led him to her father’s study, the only room in the house where she knew they could speak without anyone hearing them; it was enchanted with a very powerful silencing charm

Draco looked at her, confused. He was well aware that Mitch forbade her from entering the room, “They have those damn Extendable Ears,” she said, “If we went anywhere else, they’d be able to hear us,” as soon as Addie shut the door, it locked automatically.

“Tell me what just happened, Addie, you really worried me,” he said, concerned.

She wanted to melt from the amount of concern that was in his voice, but unwillingly forced those thoughts from the mind, “Tell me what you were thinking about.”


“Please, just tell me what you were thinking about!”

“I was thinking about what you had just asked me,” he said.

“About if you loved me?”

He nodded, “And about why I shouldn’t…”

“Why shouldn’t you?” He gestured towards his left arm, “Were you thinking about getting branded?” He nodded again, “I…I don’t want you to freak out…but I think that I read your mind.”

“I didn’t know you knew legilimency…”

“I don’t.”

Draco stepped back from her, looking almost frightened. She didn’t want him to be afraid of her. Seeing him look at her like that brought tears to her eyes, “Don’t cry, Addie. I’m sure this is some kind of random thing.”

“ I guess I’m going to have to talk to Dumbledore about it. If anyone were to know what is going on, it would be him,” she couldn’t help but notice how Draco flinched when she said Dumbledore’s name.

Draco nodded slowly, “I’m sorry that you had to see me get this. I don’t want you to be afraid.”

“I’m not going to pretend that it doesn’t bother me,” Addie began, “But I know why you did it, and I care for you, and I won’t leave you to go through it alone.”

Draco moved close to her, caressing her cheek; she didn’t look into his eyes again, for fear she might see something that didn’t want to, “You can look at me; if something happened, you’d only see yourself.”

Addie so badly wanted to kiss him, but couldn’t; if she did, she wasn’t sure that she would ever be able to stop. Instead, she told him that they had to get back downstairs.

“Addie,” he asked, worried, “What are you going to tell them? You can‘t tell them about me…”

She put herself close to him again, intertwining the fingers of her left hand with his, and putting her other on his chest. To get herself closer to his height, she stood on her toes and brought her lips within centimeters of his, “Have I ever told you their secrets?” he shook his head, unable to speak because of the proximity of their lips, “Then why would I tell them yours?”


The last of the guests had left when Addie and Draco arrived back downstairs. Those who remained sat in the living room, greeting the two of them with unhappy expressions. Their expressions didn’t lighten when they noticed that Draco had an arm placed firmly around her waist.

They stood in the living room in front of everyone for a moment before anyone spoke.

“Draco, we are leaving now,” Lucius spoke.

He nodded at his father, giving Addie’s side a squeeze before following Lucius out of the room. Mitch went with them.

“What in the hell, Addie?” Claire asked.

“What mother?” she snapped. Normally Addie didn’t take a tone with her mother, but there was something accusatory in the way that Claire spoke.

“That’s unnecessary,” Remus spoke.

Addie slunk down onto the couch, realizing how mentally exhausted she was. She rested her head in her hand, not wanting to look at anyone. When she had been with Draco, she didn’t realize how angry she really was about what had happened to her; being near him seemed to have some kind of calming effect on her. But now she realized how truly unfair it was. Why did this have to happen now, when she was going through so many other things?

“You owe us an explanation,” Claire said.

“God dammit,” she slammed her hands on the coffee table in front of her, “I read his mind.”

“That’s impossible,” Hermione said.

“No it bloody well isn’t, Hermione, because I did.”

“What did you see, Addie?” Remus asked.

She thought a moment, unsure of what to say. She needed to settle on a memory that would be equally upsetting as the one that she had really seen, without revealing Draco’s secret.

“I guess I may as well just show you.”


Claire retrieved her pensieve from the bedroom she shared with her husband. She placed it on the coffee table in the living room.

“Can I use your wand, Mum?” Addie asked.

Carefully, Addie thought of the memory of being in Borgin and Burkes a few days earlier. It was believable, she thought, that Draco would be thinking of it. After all, the cut on her face had not yet healed over. She put the wand to her temple, extracting the memory. It floated into the pensieve and colors filled the basin.

She stepped back from it; she wasn’t going to go in. One by one, Claire, Remus, Harry, Hermione, and Ron all dipped their faces in and disappeared.

Addie sat on the couch, and cried, half because she didn’t really want them to see her being abused and half because it was a complete lie. Lying to the people she loved was not something that Addie enjoyed doing.

But what was she to do? She wouldn’t tell them Draco was a Death Eater.

They came out after about ten minutes, and each of them looked distraught. Even Claire, who was well aware of the punishments that Addie received from Mitch, but she had never seen it before, and that made all of the difference.

Hermione was crying, which didn’t settle Addie’s tears any. Harry looked as though he were going to murder someone, Ron looked stunned, and Remus looked to be on the verge of fainting.

Addie couldn’t take it. The guilt that she was feeling was beginning to close in on her; it felt as though she was being crushed. She couldn’t stay there with them for a second longer; she ran through the house and out the back door, across the garden and past the remnants of her party.

Farther and father she ran, off of her property, away from everything, until the house was nothing but a speck of light behind her. Finally, she sat down in the open field and cried, alone. All alone.