40: Things I cannot remember...

[eyesweregold]

[Risika is sitting in front of a small screen, with a loop of the more darker clips form Draco's recent past. In her hand is a picture of him, with her own name on it. The tricky journal catches her soft words.]

Draco Malfoy...

[then she realizes it has, so she repeats what most everyone's said.]

Risika, room 1804 if you find anything.

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[malfoy_purity]

Hello?

[eyesweregold]

What?

[malfoy_purity]

You said my name.

[eyesweregold]

You're... Draco Malfoy?

[malfoy_purity]

Yeah...do you know me?

[eyesweregold]

I'm... sitting in a hallway. I found one of your memories. And... you're in one of mine.

[malfoy_purity]

Oh! Alright, which hallway exactly?

[eyesweregold]

Fourth floor, close to the center.

[malfoy_purity]

Alright.

[A few minutes later have Draco walking down the hall towards Risika]

[eyesweregold]

[she looks up when she hears footsteps, then waves him over, and points to the screen.]

[malfoy_purity]

What am I looking at? Something good I hope.

[He asks as he walks over]

[eyesweregold]

[sorry, Draco... it's not. Clips of the darker side of your last year. Risika is hesitant, and lets him see for himself.]

[malfoy_purity]

[His smile fades as he watches the pain and tears on his face. His own hand resting lightly on the brand on his arm.]

What is this?

[Whispers as the screams of the poor wretch he's being forced to torture burn through him. His image moving like a puppet on a string.]

[eyesweregold]

I'm... sorry.

[she looks at him, and she truly is. When the loop has come full-circle, she hands him her own memory - a photograph of himself, with her name at the bottom]

This one looks happier.

[malfoy_purity]

[Confused blue eyes tore themselves away from the screen and he looks at Risika and then the photo in his hands.]

I...Umm I guess I must know you quite well.

[eyesweregold]

[Risika finds it hard to hold his gaze for a moment.]

But I don't remember you. Or much of anything, really.