𝕳𝖚𝖋𝖋𝖑𝖊𝕿𝖗𝖔𝖚𝖇𝖑𝖊 | [𝐜.𝐝] [𝐨.𝐜]

Chapter 7 ➵ her(s).

An angelic voice sang in French, which rolled off her tongue in perfect harmonious tune. I batted my eyes trying to see their face, but bright colourful spirals of hexagonal rays of sunlight blocked my view of their face. Instead I distinctly see a rounded, emerald jewel drop necklace, cushioned on curly, white-gold locks which were softly blanketing moon bright, pale skin.

My heart was filled with pure bliss and and the mood was extremely warm, it felt like I was meant to be there, as part of the whole. A fair hand ran through the beautiful hair and giggles stumbled back the words of the song and she quickly picked the rhythm back again and continued singing.

She raised the drop jewel with her hands and pressed it close to her chest and leaned closer to my view placing a chaste kiss on what felt like my forehead. I slowly drifted off into a daze and eventually closed my eyes.

Cedric's POV

Three days.

Bella has been out for three days. Madame Promfrey said she's done all that she could and it was up to her- if she does. Xavier and I were currently near her bedside, making out morning trip to the hospital wing.

It was currently the break of dawn, and the first daylight adorned the morning sky with a palette of golden and warm yellow which melted smoothly into each other. The specs of golden sunlight shafted through the windows of the tower slightly, giving the room a warm feeling. A small coil of pink and orange tinted scales which descended into white with the help of the light, lay soundly and unmoving on a lifeless small girl.

The simultaneous faint up and down movement of her abdomen and the sound of her shallow breathing the only sign that she's still alive. Her skin was of an unsettling sallow tone, and her cheeks were sunken from the lack of nutrition I assume.

A conjured stool was placed next to her bedside and there lay a crossed legged boy with a book open who was occasionally removing his line of sight on the book to the scene before him, concern evidently written in his eyes.

I leaned against the stone wall near the top foot of the bed and did the same. We both had been making frequent trips to the hospital wing, as well as the twins who made light jokes to lift the mood. In between their classes, some of her dorm mates came to check on her as well.

The day she passed out Draco, Pansy and the rest were blamed for Arabella fainting, and fifty house points were taken from Slytherin. Draco's overblown ego was wounded of course, but unlike others who got backlash from their house for this particular incident, no one dared to go against the great Slytherin Prince. His distaste for Xavier also tremendously grew after the incident and he wouldn't acknowledge his presence in the halls anymore.

Footsteps as they tapped on the floors were heard advancing at the entrance of the room, and Dumbledore strode in as his half moon glasses found us.

'Good Morning Professor,' we both said in groggy morning voices.

'Morning Boys,' he replied and his eyes turned to face Arabella's frail figure on the white hospital sheets. We also followed his line of sight and frowned.

'Poor Child,' he sounded out in a low aged voice.

'-but I may tell you both this,' he sounded out abruptly after.

'This child-she was birthed from the bearer of destruction'

'Terror,'he briefly added.