i | 1944
She smiled to herself as she noticed how at peace he looked, the serenity of the room was exactly what he needed; what they both needed.
Sirius and Remus didn't know that she was here, if they did they would be furious. They were aware of her friendship with The Malfoys, though after the recent years they'd become more strict on when she could and couldn't stay with them. In her early years at Hogwarts it was completely fine, she would spend quite a lot of her breaks with them. It was nice, considering Lucius was almost never there and Narcissa treated her as though she was her own. Though in recent times that had changed drastically, making her and Draco have to hide their friendship more often than not.
She sighed to herself as she realised she would have to be leaving soon, she had stayed here for far too long and knew that she would be questioned upon her return home. She swiftly manoeuvred her way out of the bed, trying to be as silent as possible so she didn't wake Draco. She slipped out of her pyjamas and into her clothes she would be needing to travel home and quickly threw on some black jeans, a graphic t-shirt and a fleece. As she was about to grab her shoes, an arm snaked around her own and spun her around.
"You could at least say goodbye before you decide to leave." Draco whispered, still half asleep.
"I'm sorry. I didn't want to wake you, you looked so calm...I didn't want to disturb you." She replied, melting into his touch.
He sighed as he stroked a piece of her hair behind her ear, while his other arm snaked around her waist and pulled her closer to him. She wrapped her arms around him and he buried his head in the crook of her neck. They stayed holding each other for a while, basking in each other's scent and presence. They were simply 2 misunderstood teenagers who were trying to get by in a world filled with dangerous obstacles while everything tried to rip their lives apart.
"I've got to go now Draco." She whispered, avoiding looking him in the eye.
"Be safe Athena." He replied, letting go of her so she could leave.
"I always am." She kissed him on his cheek before creeping out of the door, leaving Draco all alone again.
She made her way down the winding corridor as quickly and as quietly as she could, she knew the Death Eaters had meetings early in the morning so she tried her best to avoid the dining room. She quickly ran down the dimly lit corridor, dragging her hands along the walls for guidance as she made her way to the back door. The dining hall door was coming up, so she slowed her pace and held her breath, she knew the Dark Lord was in there alongside all the other Death Eaters. Her heart was racing as she was focused on making no sound whatsoever.
She was too focused on her breathing to notice the table in front of her, she smashed into it and a vase holding 6 dying Lily's smashed onto the floor. Her eyes widened in shock as she realised what was going to happen. Before she could move or do anything, the door to the dining room opened behind her as footsteps slowly made their way towards her. The soft padding fo the feet was getting louder and louder as the figure neared her, she prayed to Merlin it was Narcissa, then she could easily escape. She let out a shaky breath she had been holding and stood rooted to the spot, thinking of ways she could get herself out of this situation.
"Who are you? Turn around." A snake like voice hissed from behind her.
Athenas heart was about to shoot out of her chest, though she did as she was told. She slowly turned around to meet a bald, snake like figure standing before her. Her hands were shaking by her sides, though she did her best to seem confident; as though she was supposed to be there.
Voldemort's furious expression morphed into one of shock, his lips parted slightly as he took in the girl before him.
"Athena? You're supposed to be dead." He said in a quiet voice, his grip on his wand tightening.
"How do you know who I am." She said in a shaky voice as her hand wrapped around her own wand.
"You're supposed to be dead. You're supposed to be dead. YOU'RE SUPPOSED TO BE DEAD! I WATCHED YOU DIE! WHY ARE YOU HERE?!" He screamed at her.
She whipped out her wand, though he was too quick for her. She was propelled backwards into the wall far behind her as he stalked closer to her.
"What are you doing here? WHY ARE YOU ALIVE?" He boomed at her.
"I- I don't know what you're talking about." She said, raising her hand to her forehead to find blood pouring down her face.
"Do not lie to me." He shrieked. "You've lied to me enough Athena."
"What are you talking about?" She said in a dazed voice. Her world started spinning as the prickling pain in the back of her head increased, she tried pushing herself up to a standing position though she was shot back down as he cursed her again.
He yanked her hand out in front of her and dragged her struggling body across the floor and into a room she didn't recognise. He waved his wand and her body was up in the air, magical ropes came and bound her into a standing position with no defence.
"Wh-what are you doing." She panted out, her head was throbbing with pain and her wrists were starting to ache.
He didn't respond, instead he started casting hex after hex, throwing them all her way. She refused to give in to her incessant need to scream, she firmed the pain. She'd felt it all before. Hundreds of gashes, cuts and bruises were forming all over her body as she bit down on her tongue to prevent her from screaming.
The finally, he cast the one curse she was waiting for.
"Crucio." He hissed.
A burst of green light shot out of his wand and hit her square in the chest. Her mouth opened and let out a blood curdling scream as her body felt as though it was being set on fire. She could feel all of her bones breaking then fixing one by one, she felt as though her skin was being teared off then stuck back on in all of the wrong places. Her eyes felt as though they were going to burst out of her sockets. It felt like an eternity when reality only a few minutes had passed. She wanted him to stop, she was willing to beg; but the pain was too much and all she could do was scream. Her body was squirming uncontrollably as the pain over took her body. She couldn't see anymore; her tears blinded her as she started to choke on her own blood from screaming too much. Her throat was hoarse, it stung from her cries of anguish, her whole body felt as though it was being ripped apart then sewn back together repeatedly.
For the next 3 hours, he cursed her, hexed her, beat her, whipped her and did anything you could imagine to torture the girl. She was on the ropes, her body was slowly giving up on itself. She was covered in her own sick and blood from head to toe, her body was shaking uncontrollably as her clothes were stuck to her. Her body was covered in injuries of every kind, cuts and bruises were littered all over her, she couldn't even tell where on her body was in the most pain.
Then finally, it stopped. Her body fell limp, though she was still conscious. She couldn't lift her head up, she couldn't move. Her wrists were still bound above her head, she hung onto the rope as her feet grazed the floor underneath her while her head rolled to the side. The only sound in the room were her shaky breathes and the sound of her shoes scraping against the floor as she swayed to the side.
With a wave of his wand, the ropes binding her wrists together disappeared and she collapsed onto the floor with a band. Her body subconsciously pulled itself into the foetus position as she started rocking back and forth.
"I'm sorry." He said in a voice so quiet, it was barely a whisper.
Voldemort left without another word, after watching her body struggle to keep itself alive. The door closed with a bang and Athena was left all alone again. Alone with her pain. Alone with her thoughts. Alone with her unanswered questions. Alone.
Just as Athena was about to give up and let her body die on itself, the door quickly opened and closed again. A pair of footsteps rushed towards her. Athena didn't move, she didn't want to risk the chance of more torture. As the figure neared her, she started to let out stifled, choked sobs.
"Please, just kill me. Don't torture me anymore, I can't take it." She whimpered out.
"Oh my goodness darling, I am so so sorry." Narcissa whispered, pulling the girl up and cradling her to her chest and stroking her hair. "I'm so sorry Athena, this shouldn't of happened."
A few stray tears fell down the Malfoys cheeks as she cradled the injured girl to her chest, rocking her back and forth gently, trying her best to sooth her.
Suddenly, the door burst open again and Narcissa stiffened ever so slightly, while Athenas cries grew louder and more painful. She clutched her chest, as it hurt to cry, it hurt to move, it hurt to do anything.
Another pair of footsteps made their way towards the pair, though Narcissas demeanour softened as the figure kneeled down besides them.
"Athena?" The unknown man whispered, reaching out his own hand to stroke the girls hair.
"Who are you?" She whimpered out, raising her head to see the man in front of her. He looked aged, though it was rather obvious he'd taken many anti ageing and beauty potions to keep his youthful look.
"I'm Phoebus Lestrange, you won't remember me though. I never thought I'd see you again."
"You know her?" Narcissa asked, a shocked look on her face.
"Yes...I do." He said, though his face contorted as he delved deep into thought.
The trio sat in silence, both of them clutching Athena as she held onto them for dear life.
"Narcissa, do you remember what I told you when Draco went into his first year." Phoebus said sternly, looking Narcissa dead in the eye.
She stiffened slightly as she remembered what she was told.
"Yes, I do. Why?"
"I need you to get the potion."
"Are you sure?"
"It's time Narcissa." He said sternly.
She nodded in reply, passing Athena to him as she ran out of the room. She arrived back in no time, a bubbly pink potion in her hand. She rushed over to the pair on the floor, bringing the potion to Athenas lips.
"I need you to drink this for me Athena, when you wake up, tell Dumbledore everything and it will all be okay I promise. He will know what to do, just trust me." Phoebus said, pouring the drink down her throat.
Athena had no energy to object, so she welcomed the warm, strawberry taste down her throat, and that was the last thing she remembered before she closed her eyes and her body fell limp.
"Are you sure this is going to work Phoebus, I mean this is all from the 40s, are you sure you're remembering everything correctly." Narcissa asked, watching the girl she'd come to love as if she were her own lay limp in her arms.
"Narcissa I promise, it won't end badly and we'll all be okay. This is our last hope at saving the wizarding wor-."
He was cut off by the door bursting open to reveal Voldemort storming back into the room. Narcissa and Phoebus leapt back away from the girl and bowed their heads once he neared them.
"What happened here then." He hissed at the pair, his eyes piercing into theirs.
"She died from your injuries My Lord." Phoebus responded, keeping his voice as steady as possible.
"Dispose of the body for me, send a letter to Hogwarts about her passing. They can let her family know what being conniving little wench does to you." He said nonchalantly, then he turned to Phoebus. "I suggest you go inform your children, Rabastian and Rudolphus, of the task I wish for them to complete." And with that, he exited the room, leaving Narcissa and Phoebus alone with Athenas barely alive body.
"I'll take her body to Dumbledore and explain to him that we completed his task, he can keep her in the Hogwarts infirmary; nobody will find her there. You cannot tell Draco anything Narcissa, you can only tell him that she's still alive, nothing more." Phoebus said, grasping onto her shoulders and looking her in the eye.
She nodded in reply, holding back the tears as best as possible before leaving Phoebus to deal with the body.
He stared down at the girl he had once grown to love, stroking her hair behind her ear.
"I'm so sorry Athena, but please don't mess this up, please." He placed a chaste kiss on her forehead before preparing to take her body to Dumbledore and leave her all alone once again.
Her body was retching and writing uncontrollably as deranged screams escaped her mouth, getting caught in the wind and echoing around her.
Her own hair was clouding her field of vision as the impeding doom of falling to her death crept closer and closer towards her.
Her body felt as though it was on fire, like a thousand knives were stabbing her repeatedly as her insides were being ripped out from inside her. Her limbs were bending at angles she didn't think was humanly possible. Her body was soaked in blood, hundreds of gashes decorated her body as her body flailed through the sky.
From the ground, a boy had noticed a peculiar object that seemed to be heading straight down towards the ground. He eyed it suspiciously, trying to deduce what said object might be.
The last thing he would of expected was the object to actually be a human, he was surprised, to say the least, when he realised it was in fact a human crashing down towards their death. In an instant, his wand was out, casting a levitation spell on the strange girl moments before she would of hit the ground. Her body fell completely limp, her mouth ajar and her eyes rolled to the back of her head. Cuts and bruises were dotted all over her body, her strange attire drenched in the thick crimson liquid.
Her body was a ghastly pale, her freckles tinted a grey hue on her seemingly lifeless body. He studied the girl for a moment, a million questions racing through his mind trying to find an answer as to why this strange girl just came falling through the sky. Whatever had just happened to the girl was nothing nice.
Suddenly, her eyes snapped open and her body starting flailing all over again. He gently lowered her to the ground, though, she immediately clambered to her feet taking long strides back until her back hit the wall. She took in her surroundings, her heart felt as though it was going to escape from her chest as she realised where she was.
Except, it was different, there weren't as many statues, or plaques of famous witches and wizards. There were different flowers, and the students surrounding her were unrecognisable.
All eyes were on her as she panted frantically, pressing herself as far as she could into the wall. Suddenly, a large bang of a door caught the students attention as all heads snapped to the left to find a confused looking Headmaster storm through the greenery.
Before he could even say a word, the wounded girl had collapsed to the floor, her legs giving way beneath her as her head made contact with the ground; knocking her out cold. The boy who has saved her quickly walked over to her side and checked for her pulse, luckily, it was still there. It was rather faint, but still there.
"Holy shit, is she alive?" A blonde boy said from the other side of the girl.
"Just about." The boy who saved her responded blandly.
"Everyone out of the way! Move!" A plump man boomed, causing all the students who were previously surrounding the girl parted, leaving a clear path for the professors to pass through.
"Riddle, Malfoy, what happened?" He asked once he reached the girl laying on the floor.
"We don't know, she came falling through the sky but Riddle saved her just in time, then she collapsed." Malfoy said.
"She still has a pulse Sir, we need to get her to the infirmary." Riddle said, levitating the girl once more.
"Headmaster Dippet?" Malfoy asked.
"Do you think she'll be okay?" He asked, a concerned look on his face.
"I'm sure Madame Palmore will do everything she can to make sure the girl survives." With that, he followed Riddle to the infirmary and dismissed the rest of the students.
7th of January, 1944.
It has been 1 week since the arrival of the strange girl and 1 week since she last woke. The moment she collapsed in front of me was her last moment of consciousness, she has yet to wake up. She is strange, very strange. She looks... odd. Not in the way that she is ugly, but upon her arrival she was wearing odd clothing. She has pieces of metal stuck in her face, a common muggle fashion statement. Her eyes are a blood red, unlike any I've seen before, and her hair; it's half white and half black. I've never seen anything like it before.
I have so many question about her that have yet to be answered.
Where did she come from?
How did she get here?
Who is she?
Why is she here?
I'm never usually this intrigued with someone, but her peculiar arrival had me awe struck. I've been watching her sleep for 3 nights a week, studying her whilst she's stuck in this magical coma. She sometimes whispers, though they're incoherent more often than not. Sometimes, even in a completely different language.
I will find out everything I can about her once she is awake.
23rd of January, 1944.
It has been 3 weeks since her arrival, today she started seizing. It was 4am when her body first started squirming, it was soft and sporadic at first. Then it soon turned deadly, her mouth started pouring out blood. It was leaking from everywhere, her eyes, ears and nose were bubbling with the crimson liquid as well. Madame Palmore had to physically restrain her body down, using muggle and magical binds. She still hasn't awoken, though her sleep talking has died down.
I have yet to find out any information about her, not a single person recognised her or as any answers.
Some say she may of drank the Draught of Living Death which is why she is in this coma like state, though I'm still unsure.
Considering her condition upon her arrival, possibly shock? Trauma? I still don't know.
2nd of February, 1944.
It has been exactly one month since her arrival, nothing new has happened other than her sleep talking has started again. This time much louder, unfortunately it is in Russian more often than not so I can never understand what she is saying. Though sometimes it is in French, which I do speak.
She has said the following;
'Please just kill me.'
'I can't handle it anymore.'
'Please, I'm sorry.'
'Draco, help me."
I have yet to find out who Draco might be. I'm intrigued, who was she speaking to? What was happening to her? Was I right about her coma being induced by trauma?
I've been reading up on magically induced comas, though nothing has been matching her current conditions.
4th of February, 1944.
A sooner update today, she's had another seizure. This one was much worse, her once stitched up cuts started bursting open and her mouth was foaming alongside pouring out blood. Her eyes opened, which is progress, though they were completely white. More restraints were used this time, Madame Palmore needed more help other than just me. Luckily, Lestrange and Malfoy were with me so they were there to restrain here whilst Madame fetched for the binds.
She's decided to constantly bind her, to decrease the risk of injuries. Apparently she had seized twice more whilst I wasn't there.
Immediately after her seizure she was mumbling French profusely. This time, the things were different;
'Remus, I'm sorry.'
'Mum, do you remember anything yet?'
'Who are you?'
They're all unintelligible, who is Remus? Why would she ask her mother such a thing? What is happening to that girl? Why is she seizing? When will she wake up?
14th of February, 1944.
I have just been informed Athena had woken up early this morning, Madame Palmore informed me she was asking for Dumbledore. Apparently she was extremely distressed, asking for her location and the date. Madame Palmore also said she had a slight French accent, though that is no surprise.
I'm going to go and see her as soon as possible, I have a lot of questions. Though I don't want to overwhelm her, I need her to believe my façade, she needs to believe I mean well and I'm just a simple young and charming boy.
I wonder if she will get enrolled to the school, if so; what house will she be in?
I shall visit her at the end of the day, I still have a few lessons left.