Covetous

Chapter 82

Ella

"What do you mean?" Father asked as he strode over to me and mother. Tears still streamed down my face as my stomach churned, making me fell ill.

"I-I'm a werewolf." I repeated, my voice going quiet.

"How is that possible?" Mother asked, letting go of my frame in fear. "You have to be bitt-" she trailed off, looking up at father as they exchanged a knowing look.

"Greyback." They said in unison.

I just nodded, keeping my head low, too embarrassed to meet their eyes.

"I will fucking kill him." Father seethed as he stormed out the foyer, mother following straight after.

"DAD!" I screamed which made him turn. His eyebrows furrowed as he finally acknowledged the way I looked. Naked, blood and mud spread along my creamy skin, my wand cluttered on the floor by my hand. "P-please just leave it. I-I need your help."

He hesitated, I could see the mental battle he was having with himself. After a few moments, he sighed while silently cursing himself and came over to me. He took off the blazer he had on and wrapped it around my small frame, holding me to his chest as I sobbed.

"It's okay." He whispered. "It'll be okay."

"I-I killed two people, dad." I screamed, an agonising feeling burnt in my stomach, as if I could feel their pain. Feel what they felt before I murdered them mercilessly. "T-they were so innocent, and I took their lives!"

"It's okay darling. You didn't meant to. Did you?" He looked down at me in question.

"N-no. I didn't take my p-potion. A-and I couldn't control it."

"I'll go run a bath." I heard my mother mumble as she went upstairs. I heard the click of high heels along the marble flooring, followed by a shut door.

"It's alright, dear." Father promised, his voice was calm but I could tell he was worried. His eyes were swarming with worry. He picked me up bridal style and carried me upstairs, sneering at uncle Harry as he laughed lowly, smugly leaning against the doorframe to his room.

"I heard you killed someone." He asked, knowing it would wind my father up. "The dark Lord will have a field day with that knowledge. Might even give you the mark early."

"Harry, if you don't shut your god damn mouth I will fucking kill you." I heard father snap, his body tensing in anger.

Harry held up his hands in defence, a smug smirk played on his lips. My dad took me to my room, where my mother was running a bath, and set me down on the bed.

"Ella." He started calmly, kneeling down on the ground in front of me as he held my hands. "Do not beat yourself up about this. It isn't your fault. We will sort it out, don't worry. You didn't do this."

"B-but it was me! My actions had those students killed!"

"Ella." He said a little more sternly. "It wasn't your fault."

"I-I." I began, but couldn't finish my sentence as I burst out into hysterics. I couldn't breathe properly, just like this students can't breathe, and I took that away from them. I watched as they took their last breath, watched as the life drained from their eyes. I took their souls.

I don't deserve to be here. I should be locked up, not being pampered by my mother and father as they helped me into the bath. My
Father left to speak with Harry as mother gently scrubbed my body clean.

I cried so much I had nothing left to cry. No tears. No water in my body. I went numb, I couldn't speak or think. I just sat there, letting my mother bathe me as if I was a child. As if I was 1 year old again.