The Secrets of The Sighted (Golden Trio Era) {3}

Storge

TW- Anxietas Attack- Reliving the death of Sirius Black (in bold & italics)

Being back in the burrow felt very strange, Mikayla couldn't believe that it was only a few months since she was last there. After everything thing that has happened it feels like years have passed. Mikayla was hit with a wave of emotion as she entered her shared room with Ginny, Avery's belongings were still there untouched, making Mikayla's heartache. Mikayla missed her sister terribly, and last night she cried herself to sleep, whilst suffocating herself in Avery's bed that still smelled of lavender.

This morning Mikayla woke up to puffy eyes, crusty tear stained cheeks and a knot in her throat from last night's activities. She took a lengthy shower, trying to relax a bit and allow the weight of the world to leave her shoulders, even if it's just for five minutes. Mikayla focused on her breathing as she felt an Anxietas attack coming on, but she was too late. Mikayla crumbled to the ground, knocking over the shampoo stand on her way down, and hitting her head off the tiled wall.

Mikayla's POV

I struggle against Fergal's, as he restrains me with his arms, stopping me from protecting my friends who were struggling against the Death Eaters that were gripping them. "Now, now, Mikayla no need to struggle." Fergal's voice hissed in my ear, making a chill to run down my spine, knowing that I can't win a physical fight with Fergal, I fight harder whilst sending Harry a reassuring smile. I watched as Lucius laughed at the idea of a bunch of children being able to beat Death Eaters, before he gave Harry an ultimatum, the prophecy for our lives.

"How do you know Harry has the right one?" I retort at the older man, who's wicked grin faltered for a split second as Hermione and Ron revealed their copies of the prophecy, before regaining his composure, "because Miss Black, as smart as you are, I know you wouldn't give the prophecy to anyone but Harry." Lucius caressed my cheek belittling me as he stared down at me disgusted, like I was a piece of Drooble's Best Blowing Gum stuck on his shoe. I spat forcefully in his face, retorting that he doesn't "know shit." Lucius responded by slapping me harshly on the cheek, the sound echoing in the dark room accustoming the death arch.

"Give it to me now, Potter, or I'll start with your mouthy friend." Harry looked like he was considering it, Neville yelled over to him not to hand it over, making Bellatrix to tighten her grip on him pulling his hair. I felt Fergal's wand fall into place across my throat, digging into my skin threateningly but I remained unaffected to assure Harry that I was okay. Harry ignored my reassurance and Neville's plea, he raised his hand to hand over the prophecy. The second Lucius' fingertips grazed the prophecy, there was a flash of white light, and there stood my dad, Sirius Black.

A smile grew on my face at the sight of my dad, who Lucius was yet to acknowledge, until Sirius reached his side, "get away from my godson." Simultaneously, Sirius' fist connected with Lucius'  cheek, I swung my head back at hard as I could, my head connected forcefully with Fergal's jaw. Fergal stumbled back giving me the opportunity to run, linking up with my Dad and Harry, just before I saw the prophecy smash. The distressed look on Lucius' face was enough to bring a smile to my face, as he laid sprawled on the ground after attempting to catch the smashed prophecy.

One by one members of the order began to arrive, Tonks zipped around freeing my friends from the Death Eater's that were restraining them. Moody, Kingsley and Remus, appeared in white smoke and jumped straight into battle. My attention was drawn to my dad who dragged me and Harry to a crouch against the stone arch, "now, listen to me. I want you to take the others and get out of here." Dad instructed me and Harry, I instantly fought against his wishes, wanting to protect him and the Death Eaters outnumber the Order 2 to 1.