April 22, 1998
Draco had walked back to his room earlier that morning after crying his eyes out in front of her. She tried not to be as uncomfortable but she couldn't. Just being around a male made her feel uneasy. Luna occasionally came over to her and checked with her. Dean watched from afar with a scowl.
"Dear, you need something to eat. You look dreadful." Mr.Ollivander said. She glanced at him and smiled softly, shaking her head. "Ryera, your grandmother wouldn't want this. You have to eat. Call that boy down and ask him for food." She looked about. Ollivander made an expression of regret instantly as her eyes met his.
Rye stood up with the help from Luna and stared at Ollivander in surprise and disbelief. "Sir- my grandmother? We've never met. She died even before I was born. I...what are you-." Dean now stepped out of the shadows and wet his lips.
"Your grandmother and your grandfather are alive, Rye. You just haven't figured that out. They've been watching you for a long time now." She raised an eyebrow at Dean as her hands started to shake. Dean sighed and looked at the ground. "Mrs. Margret. She's your grandmother." What?
Her shoulders dropped. Mrs. Margret? How could she have been Rye's grandmother, this whole time. Is that why she favoured Rye out of all the students? Who was her grandfather than? The man that always visited Mrs. Margret? Was that even her real name.
Luna held Rye up as her knees were giving in. "Mrs. Margret is honestly so sweet. I wouldn't be surprised if she was your grandmother. You two are closer than anyone I know." Hermione's words circled her head over and over again. Just as if it was yesterday that she heard those words.
A bunch of rushing footsteps were heard on the floor above. They all looked up as dust fell onto their faces from all the thumping. There was grunting and chains clanging against each other. "Draco...come here. Tell me, is this the boy? Is this Potter?" She heard Lucius faintly. Rye gasped, limping towards the cell door.
"Harry?" She called in a small whisper. Her breaths were rapid and eager to break through this door and into his arms. She missed him dearly. Had they caught him? Was Hermione and Ron there too?
"What's wrong with his face?" Draco asked. Bellatrix cackled. "I can't be quite sure." Her heart dropped. Was Harry not here? Who had they caught? Another set of footsteps were erupted.
She looked back at Luna, Dean and Ollivander who also were now anticipating the second of their release. "Take these three down to the cell. I would like to have a word with our.....friend here." Then again, footsteps made dust fall. The footsteps this time, however, were coming closer to them. Rye stumbled back a few steps. Her heart racing.
Wormtail appeared at the cell and smirked at them. He was holding chains and behind him were two sets of feet. Wormtail opened the door and yanked the chains shoving them inside. Her eye caught green ones and a red hair.
"Rye?" The two of them called. Tears formed in her eyes as she ran as much as she could and threw herself into Harry's arms. Rye held onto tightly onto him while he tried to hug her back with his chained arms. She let go of him and hugged Ron. Her hands tangling in his hair. Ron wrapped his arms around her waist.
After she broke her hug with Ron, Harry looked at her confused and asked "What are you doing here, Rye? How long have you guys been here?" He asked, now looking round at Luna, Dean and Ollivander. Luna smiled at Harry while Dean nodded his head up.
"I've been here for about two days. Luna and Dean since Christmas holidays. Mr. Ollivander has been here about a year. July, I believe." Rye finished and Harry looked at them shock. He sighed and rubbed his face. "How did you get caught?"
"Snatchers." Ron started.
Harry bit his lip. "While we were searching for the Horcruxes. The Snatchers caught us. Hermione turned my face like this. So I wouldn't be recognized but...I think they know it's me." Just as Harry finished, a piercing scream rang through the Manor.
Ron started yanking at the cell door but was only shocked back. "Blimey. Hermione is getting tortured. Harry, we've got to do something. Now! Please." He begged and looked up the stairs.
A crack was heard in the air and Dobby appeared at Harry's feet. "Dobby!" Harry exclaimed. Dobby bowed and told them to huddle close. "Are you able to get us out of here, Dobby?" Harry asked, in a desperate tone. Dobby nervously smiled and held his hand out.
"Yes, Harry Potter. Dobby can get you out." He snapped his fingers and the cell door opened. The chain holding Ron and Harry together snapped apart. Ron rushed up the stairs along with Harry. Luna helped her get up the stairs. All eyes snapped to them as they reach the top.
Hermione was laying on the ground, her forearm bleeding with the engraved words mudblood. Rye clutched onto the side of her stomach where she had just gotten hers the day before. Hermione caught her eye and gave her a small smile. Rye looked at her in pain. "Expelliarmus." Harry yelled. Lucius's and Bellatrix's wands flew out of their hands.
Her eyes searched and found his grey ones. The beautiful grey ones, she admired. Draco looked at her and frowned. "You have to leave." He mouthed. "Take them all with you." A single tear ran down his cheek before he wiped it away. Lucius looked from Draco to her.
She then felt Harry grab her hand. Bellatrix threw a single knife and it grazed her cheek, as everything went black. Harry's hand left hers as she all fell away from each other. She looked around. The place was deserted. "No!" Harry yelled. Rye looked at where he was running to and gasped. "Dobby, no."
Rye took heavy steps towards them and kneeled beside Dobby. She touched her cheek were it grazed her and saw it now at Dobby's stomach. "Dobby." She breathed. He looked up at Harry with his tennis ball eyes and smiled. Harry stuffed his head into Dobby's small, bleeding chest. "Dobby, we'll get help. Come on, stay with us." She cried.
Dobby turned to her with a bright smile. "Dobby is free Miss. Dobby is happy to be with friends and Harry Potter. Master needs you Miss. Drac- needs you. Don't worry, Harry Potter and Miss. Dobby is.....happy." He croaked and went cold.
"NOO!" Harry screamed. She covered her mouth and laid her head on his shoulder. "No, no, no. Dobby, no. Please no." Harry cried. Hermione, Ron, Dean, Luna, Ollivander and someone she hadn't realized was there, were all looking over at them. "Fucking Bellatrix." Harry muttered under his breath. "First Sirius, then Christian and now..Dobby."
She had never known it was Bellatrix who had killed her best friend. It's almost been a year and she had no clue. All she knew now was that there was pure hatred running in her blood. Rye wanted to kill her. Kill Bellatrix in the most painful way possible. Lestrange took two important people from her life and now someone who had saved their lives.
"Arry?"
