TW: loss, mourning, panic attacks, mentions of alcohol, etc.
Third person pov:
It had been two weeks since Octavia had received the dreadful news. Although she hadn't forgotten about it, she decided to get her life back together slowly. After all, it is what her brother would have wanted. The process was long. It took many lonely nights, group sleepovers, drinking, and nights spent with Draco. There were definitely more downs than ups. Panic attacks, slurred moments, bottling up emotions, and staring at the ceiling drowning in her own sleep-deprived mind. Throughout the whole process, the group was there every step of the way. She realized that giving her life away to grieving wouldn't do herself any good nor bring her brother back. ~ Monday morning ~Y/N's pov: I accepted the fact that I am alone. My parents are dead. My relatives are dead. And now my brother is dead. Next thing you know it's gonna be me. I finally got out of my own filth and took a shower. The steam ran down my back and fogged up the mirrors. The window was slightly cracked allowing the cool winter air to creep through. I heard rustiling outside the bathroom. I wasn't expecting anyone. Although a visitor would be a nice distraction, now wasn't the best time. I finished up my shower. I got ready applying light makeup. It was enough to make me look as alive as possible. I walked outside of the bathroom to be greeted by Draco, Mattheo, Tom, and Theo. This couldn't be good. The all glared at me. I hopped from one face to another waiting for someone to say something. "You know starings not nice. Maybe if you take a picture it will last longer." I said moving to the side of my bed putting my phone on charge. "Does she know?" Mattheo whispered to the other three. "No she doesn't. Maybe you should catch her up." I said glaring into the distance past the three men. I had taken my hair out of the towel now brushing it. For some reason I couldn't untangle the tight curls in the back. I held the brush out towards them in hope one of them would come to their senses and help me. "Well, if your gonna stay in here you can at least make yourself useful." I said wanting someone to brush the knots out. Mattheo went to step forward when Theo put his hand in front of his torso. "I think I can handle it, Mattheo." Theo said with trying to get under Mattheo's skin. Theo came over to me grabbing the brush attempting to untangle the mess. Mattheo and Tom sat down on my bed occasionally glancing over to me. Draco messed with my phone trying to figure out the very high-tech password I had set. Once Theo was done, they all stood up again. "Octavia, we need to ask you some important questions." Tom started. First names aren't something he usually addresses people by. It must me something important. "Go on then. I'm listening." I stood in front of the four. "It's our father. He wants to chat with you about something your familiar with..." I shook my head in confusion. "I'm not sure I'm following." I crossed my arms acrost my chest waiting for an explanation. "Lestrange, you know damn well what we're talking about." Mattheo took a step closer. I let out a shaky breath with my fingers following the motion placing themselves along my lips. "Is it something I've done? Something I did? Is it about my family?" I questioned. I looked around the room. Then it hit me. The betrayal. My family had gone back decades accompanying moldy voldy with his many tasks. When I refused to join his colt, he tortured me. Locked me away for days. No food. No social status. Nothing aside from the cold slate walls occasionally lit by a candle flame or two. I looked up making eye contact with none other than Draco. His eyes locked with mine. The others stood around us looking back and forth. Never in a million years would I have imagined myself in this position. "Can someone explain what the hell is going on?" Theo asked. I sighed. "Theo..." I was shaking with my fingertips becoming numb. "If I don't become a death eater, I'm going to die. Whether I like it or not someone is going to take my life sooner than we think." I looked over at Tom not glancing at the curly headed brunette beside him. "When does he need to see me?" I focused on the bookshelf behind that held every book I had read. Each having a different background. None containing a good ending.
Tom's pov:
"When does he need to see me?" I restrained myself from feeling guilty. I rested my eyes on her soft features before me. I was cold, shattered, and exhausted. She was warm, beautiful, and pure. "As soon as possible would be nice." I sighed rubbing my temple. Her eyes went wide with her face dropping. She was tense and fragile. "Standing here isn't going to get us there." She spoke lightly. I took her hand in mine. She froze at my actions. I took Mattheo's hand allowing them to hook onto the others. I apparated us in front of the familiar manor that stood upon awful memories. Narcissa opened the door with a smile plastered on her face. "Hello, loves to what do I owe the honor?" Octavia giggled hugging her. I admired her every movement. The rest of us walked in. I pulled Mattheo aside. "You don't think she is gonna get the death mark, right?" I asked the puzzled boy in front of me. "At this point I'm not even sure." With that we both gathered ourselves walking into the meeting room. There were death eaters, a lot of them. A basilisk slithering down the table coming in contact with him. Voldemort, our lord. My father. Draco, Mattheo, Theo, and I had all taken our seats. I allowed myself access to Mattheo's mind telling him what we will do after Octavia got her mark. We will wait until she gets it then we will walk her to Mattheo's room and wait there until she isn't in anymore pain. I had told the other two as well. Now all we have to do is wait. Once that clock hits 12:00, her life will be changed forever.
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