Fuck this, Harry thinks, listening to the
rustle of Malfoy’s sheets as the insufferable git rolls over for what has to be
the fifth time in as many minutes. And fuck McGonagall for assigning Draco Malfoy,
of all people, to be his roommate. No wait, Harry immediately takes this back.
Even in his internal monologue he isn’t comfortable disrespecting McGonagall.
Still Malfoy is a nightmare to dorm
with. Merlin, Harry would much rather be having
a nightmare – at least then he’d actually be sleeping! Malfoy tosses and
turns all night. He gets up and
visits the bathroom two-three times every
night. What, does he have a
bladder the size of a peanut? It’s ridiculous.
All Harry wants is to sleep. All
Malfoy seems to do every night is make as much noise as possible. Harry
mentions it to Ron once at breakfast. Even though all the eight years have been
given new shared “houseless” dorms, thankfully they’re still allowed to sit at
their house tables. Harry is incredibly grateful for this. It’s bad enough
staying awake all night listening to Malfoy, he’d hate to have to put up with
him in the daylight as well.
“What the bloody hell are you
talking about?” Ron asks.
“He makes noises, Ron, in his bed. All night!” Harry explains, desperate for
someone to understand his frustration. It’s constant, night after night. Rustle rustle rustle.
Ron looks at Harry like he’s lost
his mind, a faint blush on his cheeks. Harry doesn’t bring it up again.
tired. So very tired. He can’t remember ever not feeling tired. It’s been so
long since he’s been able to really sleep. At least two years, maybe more.
Probably more. He thought things would change after the Battle of Hogwarts.
That Voldemort’s death would give him peace. But it hasn’t. Nothing seems to.
He doubts anything ever will.
night it’s the same. He lies in bed desperately willing himself to sleep, for
his body to give in and relax. But the relaxation never comes. Sure he gets
bits of rest here and there but it’s always fleeting, never enough. The morning
takes a lifetime to arrive and yet, somehow, it’s always too soon.
he studies late in the library. He pushes himself to remain for as long as
possible. What’s the point in going to bed anyway? Finally the exhaustion
becomes too much for him and he heads back to the dorm, all the while knowing
the exhaustion isn’t enough to grant him sleep. It never is.
is dark. Potter must already be in bed. He is surprised by how early all the eighth
years go to bed. In Slytherin lights out was always well after midnight.
Unfortunately, not many others from Slytherin have returned to Hogwarts to back
him up on this. So everyone seems to retire by 10pm every night.
stumbles around the dark room, trying to be quiet, his arm reaching out in
front of him searching for his bed pole to grasp, while his eyes adjust. There.
Using the bed post as a guide, he lets himself fall into bed.
Ah. His body crumples inwards,
pleased. It takes all Draco’s determination to keep his body upright throughout
the day when all he wants to do is collapse. His body craves for sleep all day
and then when he finally gets to bed, nothing. Yet another restless night.
Except today something feels different. His pillow is
softer somehow, his blanket warmer. There’s something else too. A strong, commanding scent he’s never noticed
before. He breathes in deeply and lets it wash over him. Grapefruit. Honey. Ginger. It’s comforting. And familiar. He takes
another breath. And another. His eyes close.
Unfortunately there is virtually nothing to find on the history of this villa. It is a typical 1950′s villa of a well to do family. It used to be the family and business seat of rich notary. Inside there are still numerous personal items of the family that were left behind (books, clothes, even toothbrushes) as well as the archive of records of the notary office, albeit utterly infested with mold… The villa is most known in urban explorer circles foor het magnificent hallway with the staircase and the stained glass window. The villa was demolished in april 2017 to make room for a supermarket…
urban exploring circels this building is known as “Villa Klodderkes”, a name
that doesn’t make any sense at all. First of all, it is not a villa; it is a
town house and god only knows what ‘klodderkes’ stands for. The town house
was built in the second half of the 19th century and had several purposes over
the course of its history. For a long time it was used as office space for a
nearby factory. Later it was used as a doctor’s practice, but its most recent
use was that of police office. The building was featured in several films and
television shows. In 2017 the building will be sold. We visited this town house
during a group event for the facebook group Scenes of Decay. As is often the
case in these situations, there was far too much talking and not nealy enough
photographing. As a result, I have only a few images to show form y visit…