A death, a regret, a game, and a lie
Alyssa wishes she could say it was a nice sunny spring day when she died, but she couldn’t. She wishes she could say that she was surrounded by loved ones, old and covered in wrinkles and at peace when she died.
This, however would not be true, and if Alyssa believed in anything it was truth and justice.
No Alyssa died a young women, no older than 19, And it wasn’t a sunny spring day.
The day Alyssa died the sky was blanked in thick dark clouds, heavy raindrops fell from the weeping heavens.
And Alyssa had not died with loved ones at her side, she died on a battlefield, surrounded by thick black smoke and the bodies of fellow soldiers.
She had been shot, more than once, and left for dead, and in her final moments all she could do was look up at the cloudy sky and regret.
She regretted that she never fell in love, though she doesn’t know if she ever would have.
she regretted that she had betrayed her own morals and had spent the final few months of her life, living a lie. Pretending to be someone she wasn’t. Playing a character, playing a game.
Most of all she regretted that she will never know if what she did saved him.
Her little brother, who used to ask her to tell him stories, when all the other lights had gone out.
Her little brother, who used run up to her with a bug, just to see her shrink away in disgust.
Her little brother, who had held her hand at there parents funeral.
Her little brother, who at the ripe age of 18 was drafted to fight in a brutal war.
If her sacrifice had saved her brother, her sweet younger brother, her last livening family. she would yet still regret that she was leaving him alone.
The darkness of the clouds slowly begin to funnel down into her mind, making the world sway, before it all faded to black.
The painless empty void that Alyssa found herself in shortly after her death not last long.
One moment she felt as though she was being gently lifted off the cold muddy earth that would be her death bed. The next, she was alight with a bright blue fire that scorched her to her very soul.
From the great nothing, were she felt nothing, thought nothing, was nothing, she was dragged. The darkness banished suddenly by the blinding flames.
From that moment to the next she had feeling again, but this was not how SHE felt. No she felt as though every inch of her body was wrong, from the length of her limbs, down to the way her ribs moved with each breath.
As the last of the fire crawled under her skin, to burrow deep within her bones, she felt her consciousness slipping yet again.
Suddenly flashes came to her mind, images playing before her eyes. Memory’s of a life that was not hers.
Flashes of a child, her but not her, dressed in finery and smiling as she/he looks up admiring at his father.
A mother with light grey eyes that remind Alyssa of light rain.
A school, A name , A fight, A friend, and a cruel master.
Alyssa felt sick, she understood now, why she was here. She had heard the ritual words while in the memory of her host body.
Draco Malfoy, she had lived his life in a matter of seconds. She knew she was a curse, a plague on the mind and body of a young man. She was brought back with a purpose, a purpose to protect , this new form. A new life, and a new chance, to protect a young man who was a victim of his circumstances.
She had played this game before, she had died playing it. She was accustom with playing a role, of being something she was not. So that is why as she lifted the head of her host and looked into the eyes of the dark lord she slipped on a mask of confusion and spoke.
“Uhh, you want knowledge and wisdom”
Let the game begin.