Death Eaters Daughter

14

I couldn't remember the moment that everything went dark, that place in between ceasing to exist completely but as my entire body ached in pain, I knew that I wasn't trapped there anymore. The searing pain still lingered across my collarbone from the gash that had torn through the flawless skin, darkness still greeted me as my eyelids remained closed, even as I regained consciousness. The sound of birds chirping flitted in through the window, the warmth from the sunlight that lit the room splaying across me.

Its warmth seeping into my skin as my fingers twitched at my sides, itching to push myself up from the bed that I laid in, its crisp cotton sheets encasing me. I breathed in deeply through my nose, the smell of freshly baked bread crept into the room that I laid in along with the gentlest of murmurs from downstairs.

My eyelids began to feel lighter, the weight that had been keeping them closed slipping away as my eyes opened, the sunlight streaming in through the window blinding as I snapped my eyes shut again. I waited for several moments before I gradually opened my eyes, the natural light not seeming as harsh as the first time.

A soft groan slipped past my lips as I pushed myself up into a sitting position, a jolt of pain shooting across my collarbone eliciting a sharp hiss of pain from my lips. My eyes darted to the gash across my left shoulder, the wound having been wrapped in a bandage from my left shoulder to my right. The bandaging wrapped beneath my left arm and then spreading across one end of my collarbone to the other, the soft white fabric placed so perfectly that it didn't dig into my skin uncomfortably.

My eyes gradually moved away from my shoulder as I took in the room that I sat in, the room was simply decorated with the occasional pile of books left atop any surface that the room provided. The wooden beams that went from one end of the ceiling to the other had lights twined around them, the soft yellow glow that illuminated from them giving the room a somewhat cozy feeling. The bed that I occupied was covered in a soft grey quilt, the sheets beneath a pure white. I arched an eyebrow at the colourful blanket that covered the right corner of the bed, the hand-knitted woollen blanket so brightly coloured that it surprised me by fitting so perfectly into the room-almost like it was meant to be there all along.

The large window that sunlight streamed through outlooked a grassy field of wildflowers, trees and as I leant forwards slightly-I could see the beginnings of a river in the distance. My eyebrows furrowed as I glanced back down at myself, the clothes I'd been wearing having been replaced by a pair of black tracksuit pants and a loose grey t-shirt that I'd stolen from Scorpius several months ago, an emblem of some Quidditch team spread across the grey material. Confusion spread through me as I noted the clothes I'd been dressed in because not only had I died and somehow survived whatever spell Mattheo had cast, I was dressed entirely in my own clothes.

As I scanned the room a second time over, a lone wooden chair caught my eye. The familiar purple, beaded bag sitting atop it. A single piece of parchment poking out from underneath it as I lifted the blankets off of myself, carefully perching at the edge of the bed as I willed myself to push the searing pain from my shoulder to the side. I breathed in deeply, briefly closing my eyes as I rose from the bed, every muscle within my body screaming in protest as I began walking to the wooden chair that sat beside the door.

Pulling the lone piece of parchment from beneath the purple bag, I opened the yellowing piece of paper, several neat rows of handwriting etched in black ink spread across the paper in Hermione's handwriting, "Elysian, I hope you find this when you wake, whenever that might be not even I'm sure. But, when you do just know that both your father and brother are safe. I won't lie to you and tell you that they're not hurting because they are. Your father barely eats or sleeps and your brother merely goes about his days numbly. They won't listen to reason or the truth while they're still trying to process everything that happened at the Malfoy Manor. Mattheo however, was livid when Harry and Ron left but still managed to promise them that he'd find you again. I'm sorry that we didn't get there sooner but the wards around the cellar had to be broken for us to be able to apparate. - Hermione."