" Your task is to -" there was a pause. " Kill him" She stopped breathing, her skin went pale and her throat was suddenly dry. She clenched her fist under the table, her body slightly shaking in front of him. She couldn't hear anything, it was like...
This will be a continuation of the last episode from the flashback.
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She was there. Still. She couldn't move. He walked away his chest going up and down, going off to burn his 7th wand this week.
Her hands wrapped around her knees, her breathing unsteady, the under eyes of her eyes were red. She has been crying. Who wouldn't?
Still, she wished to die.
She needed to die.
And wishing someone would help her. His words ran through her head always, but after he abused her was when the words prickled her skin the most. He was supposed to be family. He was supposed to be her father.
She had always had been alone Ellse Malfoy. She had no friends going to her three schools, now forth. other than a girl named Bex Mae. That was only for the school in Japan, otherwise, she was always on her alone.
Mother didn't seem to care for her, she cared for Draco the most. Father only favored her over Draco, however, that was only because Ellse wasn't as ill-mannered as him. Mostly being because she didn't talk, not around family.
She was used to Dark Magic too. She knew how if and when you used it, it takes away good in your soul. She was going to have to use it someday. El was raised on it, raised from it. She always watched father- he made her watch.
He could get away with many things— without a doubt, he can.
CURRENT TIME
Hermione Granger was studying in the common room while Harry lifts a bottle of Fire-whiskey, it was one of those times where he drank and told Hermione and Ron about his problems he would usually keep to himself.
" It's really stupid how-"
" Harry- get some rest, you're drunk"
Harry looked up sighing at her words. He slumped on the couch, putting his hands behind his neck, Hermione looked up at her book for just a second; then putting her attention back on the book she was reading. It was a book about in a time, in the future— people lived in a world controlled by one person. She wondered how people could come up with such extraordinary ideas at the tips of their imagination.
" Do you think Ellse Malfoy is- is the same as the rest?" Ron blurted, Hermione closed her book placing it on her lap, blinking a few things trying to find the right words to form an answer.
She paused in her studies, tucking a piece of hair behind her ear and forcing herself not to answer Ron's question. She knew the answer obviously, but she didn't want to know it. In her mind, she believed her answer was incorrect. She wanted to believe it, but couldn't.
Something about Ellse Malfoy drew Hermione in, something was interesting about her, something, not even the great Merlin himself didn't know. And Hermione was dying to find out what it was this, interesting thing about Ellse. Perhaps it was that she was going to be a Hufflepuff. Or the look in her eyes when she glances at Hermione.
Hermione was dying to know, but her brother wouldn't let Hermione near Ellse.
