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!! Mentions of blood, violence, death, swearing)
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If anyone else were to kiss me, all they would taste is your name.
-Clementine von Radics
The Ministry arrived at Hogwarts just a little after nine thirty in the morning, everyone who participated in the events that took place that day, but Mr Viotto explained the majority of the situation.
Many of the Ministry workers recognised Zalder from years ago, old employees shocked by the fact their dead friend was stood talking as though nothing had ever happened, as though he wasn't dead to them for the last seven years.
The three Gryffindor's, and four Slytherin's bid their goodbyes to Hogwarts for the time being as they were apparated to St Mungos Hospital for a mandatory check up due to the level of severity of the occurrence that took place in the school hidden deep in the Scottish Highlands.
Odelia, Harry, and Malfoy were taken into private rooms due to the two Slytherin's injuries and Harry's malnutrition; the others were taken into the wards to be seen my less educated healers— not that they didn't do their jobs to more than sufficient standard.
Odelia was seen to by an elderly woman, a healer who recognised her immediately by knowing her mother.
"Odelia Viotto?" she exclaimed with a warming smile as she entered the room, looking over at Odelia as she sat on a bed with sterilising paper. "My oh my, look how much you have grown!"
"Tabitha!" Odelia sprung from the bed, rushing over to the healer. "It's lovely to see a familiar face."
"After the last few months you've had, I bet it is," Tabitha smiled sweetly, brushing a strand of Odelia's dark hair from her face. "I haven't seen you since you were fourteen, it seems you've not changed but yet changed completely."
"Living a life like mine has that effect," Odelia chuckled.
"Let's see what damage there is, shall we?"
The next hour was spent with tests conducted on Odelia, blood, urine etc. Physical examinations, the magical worlds equivalent of a muggle x-ray to see if there were any broken bones, as well as something similar to a muggle CT Scan to check for internal bleeding from where Odelia was stabbed by her sister with the basilisk fang.
Everything seemed to be okay with the witch, thankfully.
"You have a bit of scarring around your abdomen," Tabitha thought aloud as she looked at the girls bare stomach as she lay flat on the sterilised bed. "Any idea how that could've happened?"
