𝐞𝐧𝐦𝐢𝐭𝐲 , marlene mckinnon

𝐱𝐢. Drawling comfort

" i've been searching to no prevail "

"You're not answering my question, can my mother be saved?"

Enactment of fear for her safety, Dumbledore received a heavier message by an owl saying to be quick or else she'd die. It was an unknown messenger though at the moment, he did not care and hurried sent a patronus to every member of the Order to gather in the park in England before it was too late. To be fair, he nearly lost the race as he was met with Charlotte barely scratched but passed out with Voldemort and his Death eaters running away.

"She can." Dumbledore confesses with much forcibly tone he could use. Charlotte scoffs, shaking her head as tears begin freely flowing from her eyes and holding her head at the extent that it ached. "Charlotte, you don't understand—"

"—No, you don't understand!" Her apartment was very small and the other members of the Order was sent away. Preferably not Fabian, Sirius, James and Remus who was forced to wait in the living room and awkwardly listen to the conversation inside the bedroom. "You told me she can't be healed— I've asked you multiple times!"

"The only way to revive her is for the culprit that forced her into that devastating spell is to reverse the curse."

"Let me guess, Tom cursed her?" Charlotte leans back on the headboard of her bed, her arms resting on top of her knees and a bed cover covering her body. She didn't need to admit it or lie, her mind spirals as the cut on her hand dwells.

"You see, she cannot be healed."

"That doesn't mean she can't, Albus." Charlotte whispers, sniffling and wiping away the tears on her face. "Leave me be."

"Charlotte—"

"—Go, please."

Charlotte considered her father's offer. Of course she has. If her mother's freedom was on the line, she would no doubt choose her, always despite not knowing if her love was returned. She hated it yet the hatred she has for Tom Riddle only doubles and sinks in her heart even more.

She knew there was someone outside her bedroom. Probably Albus stationed them strictly there and no where else to ensure her safety. Was he worried? Or was he simply safeguarding the one shred of leverage he has over Voldemort. Charlotte can't think in one setting so she moved to her bathroom and took her change of clothes with her instead of dressing herself in the bedroom incase the person in her living room knocks.

Does considering an enticing offer make her a terrible person? Charlotte wants nothing but to know her mother, to actually talk to her and expect a response in return. The thought made her yearn for something that isn't possible to do.

Sure, in a way, it was. But it'd mean Charlotte would truce her loyalty to the Dark side and betray the people she's practically grown up with. She would never do that.

The blood runs down the sink as Charlotte's damp hair was resting on her shoulders. She wraps a bandage around her palm carelessly despite being skilled enough to heal it. Was it stubborn of her not to because she didn't feel the need to heal herself, coming from a battle she was not proud of? Yes.

Charlotte tosses her towel in the basket before clicking open the door, leaving the warm bathroom and stops abruptly in seeing someone sitting on the edge of her bed to disrupt her peace and quiet.