Book one of two.
Post war.
Odette Elara Viotto can't help but feel foreign in the place she grew up in, and seems to believably lie that she is coping like others around her.
After one dark wizard perishes, another forges- reeking havoc within the...
(!!TW!! This chapter contains mentions of blood, death, painful inflictions, incorrect medical descriptions and grotesque descriptions)
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Odette Viotto-
But in the end, it's only a passing thing, this shadow. Even darkness must pass. A new day will come. And when the sun shines it will shine out the clearer.
- J.R.R Tolkien
The strong stink of a metallic liquid reeked into the girl with woven green eyes' nose, it lingered just above her lips... and it poured from her stomach.
She clung to a wound caused by a man with sickly yellow hair— despite the knowledge that she would not die, the girl couldn't help but feel faint from the amount of blood she lost— her momentarily paddle in a freezing cold lake did her not help in that department.
The night streets of London were significantly quieter than the midday rush, but never silent nor void of any people.
For that reason, the three Slytherin's kept to the shadows as they scurried along the dark streets of London— trying their upmost best to keep from leaving a trail of crimson blood behind them.
Odette felt her body falling weak as she walked quickly in the direction of the Leaky Cauldron, she could only pray she would make it to this assumed "healer" Malfoy knew in time.
Zion Kepler, terribly exhausted and stinking of ash and smoke, kept an arm around the girl whilst the Malfoy boy walked a few feet behind the pair, keeping an eye out for anyone suspicious.
"Not much further," Zion whispered every so often to Odette, not letting his worry be heard in his voice.
He was taken aback by how unaffected he was by her condition, Zion had thought it would be he who was assisting her as she stumbled weakly as life slowly faded from her eyes.
