salvation♡ | a ron weasley fanfiction

hi dad...

Electra sat on the Hogwarts Express, her carriage was full of her peers, but she'd never felt more alone. Harry had kept his promise, no one at school knew what she had done, and if they did they didn't let it slip. The day after the incident, Daphne, Blaise and Pansy sat next to her at the breakfast table and admitted they heard about the incident in the tower. It seems the whole school knew that Dumbledore was killed by Death Eaters, and Draco was now one of them, but her own involvement was still not public knowledge.

"We know you knew about him being a Death Eater...of course he'd tell you," they told her, I think most of her year would have figured Electra knew about his situation. The two had been two peas in a pod since first year.

"We understand now why you had to distance yourself from us,"

Of course they understood, Electra just gave a soft nod and smile and went back to her food. Now she was sat surrounded by the fellow friends she had ignored all year, as the train rolled into Kings Cross Station.

She lugged her suitcase off of the train and onto the platform and made a beeline for the station exit, not even looking up. She didn't want to see the Weasley's waiting for Ron and Ginny, she didn't want to see the disappointment that would be in Molly's eyes. Her eyes glued to the platform floor, when suddenly a set of feet stepped in front of her. She recognised the shoes straight away, looking up at the man before her.

"Hi, Dad," she gulped, his face was straight and stern. She hadn't seen him look this angry in years.

"Let's go home," he took her arm and disapparated the two of them before she could reply.

They arrived at the bottom of their road. Unlike other Slytherin pure bloods, Electra didn't live in a manor, her family weren't affluent and as wealthy. Her grandparents may have been, but her father ran away from home of course. Her father and her were not as poor as the Weasley's, but were definitely not as well off as the Malfoy's or Nott's. Electra's home was a modest detached home on a leafy road in Folkestone, she grew up on family walks along the beach and ice cream.

They walked up the road towards the house in silence, even once inside he didn't utter a word to her. He takes off his coat, hangs it up and sits down at the kitchen table and rubs his chin. Electra just stands in the doorway holding her luggage like a hotel guest.

"I assume Harry told you everything," she finally broke the silence, being straight up with her bluntness. Her father looked over at her and sighed.

"In the space of a year, you have somehow managed to use all three Unforgivable Curses," he pauses, Electra doesn't dare to speak. "You've been working alongside Death Eaters all year...you almost killed several students and murdered your Headmaster, may I list anymore?"

"Dad, you don't know the year I've had. I've been through hell, not that you've been here to see it. But all those terrible things I did I did to help Draco-"

"Oh you've had a bad year, have you?" he cuts in sarcastically, "Tell me about your year, Electra, since I've missed it all,"

"Well..." she began, his tone shocking her, she tried to recollect her thoughts. "I found out Draco was a Death Eater and he had to kill Dumbledore, otherwise Voldemort would kill him and his family. So I had to help him Dad, I had to! I was helping him fix the Vanishing Cabinet in the Room of Requirement so he could let in Death Eaters into the castle but that was taking too long so we decided to Curse a necklace and I took the cursed necklace into Hogsmeade and gave it to Katie Bell and imperio'd her to take it to Dumbledore but that went all wrong and she ended up touching the necklace and getting cursed," Electra gasped for breath, realising she was talking fast and stringing all her words into one long sentence.