Ella ○ Harry Potter

Fifty Two: Prongs and Padfoot

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"Sen manyak!" called a voice. 

"Erkek kardesim oldu!" screamed in return Selim.

But there was a ringing in Ella's ears, back in full power. Her stomach twisted as she watched the blood dripping from the wall slowly, Hakan's vacant eyes staring at the floor. Steven left the bucket by her side, because she already threw up three times and they had enough to clean up.

"It's the Turkish minister of Magic," she heard Steven mumble to another man by his side. "If they decide to bring the police into this, it'll be a mess."

"What can they do?" another voice said. "It's a mess already."

"Ella won't be able to give testimony," Steven informed. "They should take her away, make it seem like she was never here."

"She just got here, we just need to clean a few fingerprints." 

"Steven!" Selim suddenly barked, and he scrambled past him. "The British Minister of Magic is gonna be here any minute, get him here from the..." the stress made words escape Selim's mind, but Steven knew.

"Kahveci?" he questioned, about to run to the coffee house. The main Floo station in the neighborhood was there, as no one would dare step inside the house with no permission. 

"No need," Fudge appeared at the fire place, dusting off his cloak. "Why is it always you, Grey?" he wondered, and she tried to smile, but her stomach twisted further and she retched again. "Well, what is the situation? Homicide then suicide? And this note?" he inspected the wall. "Hmm. Well, we should get... oh, I don't like it, but he's the right fit for something like that... Dumbledore, though he is crazy. Ah, come on, I'll get him."

"Steven, take Ella upstairs," Selim said. "Help her pack her things. She won't be coming back here until this case is closed to the police."

"Evet," he mumbled, helping Ella to her feet, but she barely made it to the stairs, when he gave up and rushed upstairs by himself, leaving her at the stairs.

It was frowned upon for anyone to step foot at the higher floors, but Ella didn't think anyone minded at the moment. After all, and as she thought that her stomach twisted again, Hakan killed Elise and then shot himself in the head.

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"Ella."

"Hey Prof," she mumbled as she peered up at the man. She knew Dumbledore was inspecting them. "How you doin'?" she wondered meekly.

"Can you stand up?"

"No."

"Will you try?"

"Do I have to?"

"Ella."

"Sev."

Dumbledore knew it was better than nothing. Just minutes ago she refused to even look at anyone, and now she was bickering with Snape, but she couldn't quite stand up, and she still looked very pale and sickly.

"What happened?" a bewildered familiar voice asked, and Ella turned her head to look at the area the voice came from. 

"Black," hissed Snape. "You called him?" he turned to Dumbledore, who shook his head, looking as surprised as Snape was. Sirius stumbled outside of the living room, and found Ella's eyes.