𝓣𝓱𝓮 𝓖𝓸𝓿𝓮𝓻𝓷𝓮𝓼𝓼 || 𝐋𝐮𝐜𝐢𝐮𝐬 𝐌𝐚𝐥𝐟𝐨𝐲

Chapter 32 - Wake Up

            Darkness.

Darkness far worse than the excruciatingly ice-cold water that engulfed her entire body. The only glimmer of light far off in the distance, but quickly vanishing.

She peered through the cold dark, searching desperately for the boy, with no success. She knew she needed to kick her legs, move her arms, thrash about if she had to in order to stop her slow descent to the bottom and actually search for the boy.

But she couldn't.

As if all her strength and energy had been zapped from her... whether it from fear, or the cold, she didn't know, but she knew she was unable to move a single muscle.

She wanted to open her mouth to scream, but she couldn't even manage that.

Pain in her chest filled her body with a new type of pain: a crushing one. It was as if the Hogwarts Express had parked itself on her petite frame. All while she sank further and further from the light.

No, no, no, no!

Then something peculiar caught her eye. Turning her head was like moving in an iron vice. Finally she saw it, or a glimmer of it... short white blonde hair reflecting the smidge of light they had left.

Draco!

Ophelia gathered her strength, and with every drop she had left she desperately reached out her arm towards the boy, but she was no where close enough to grasp him. But then the darkness encroached on them even more, as the surface light flickered away. Ophelia's head was pounding, her chest aching, and all at once everything went black as her eyes rolled into her head.

The last thing she saw was a mass of silky platinum hair swirling and dancing towards her.

*

Watery gasps filled the frigid air as Lucius surfaced from the frozen lake, a limp body in each arm.

"Lia!" Lupin shouted from ice as he crawled as close as he dared, he reached out a weathered hand, which Lucius in turn reached to take, but the blonde was taken-aback when his hand was slapped away. "Pass her over!" Lupin demanded. Lucius wanted to deny the ruffian scowl and say something deeply wounding, however he relented, ignoring his pride. He knew he wouldn't be able to get them both out of the water easily.

Lupin grasped his sister under the arms, and whilst laid on the ice to spread his weight, hauled her out of the water. There was no gasp of air, moan, whine or cry from her as he dragged her to a safer portion of ice.

"Lia I got you, don't worry I got you," Lupin's words were comforting, however his tone was not, it was riddled with desperation, and a sprinkle of despair. His last living relative, his only remaining friend...

Lucius clawed his way out of the icy waters, with Draco gripped tightly under his arm to his chest, the boy gasped and spluttered as his father laid him down on the ice.

"Draco, son, are you hurt? Can you hear me?" Lucius questioned the boy with urgence.

Draco nodded as he spluttered some more and caught his breath.

"I'm okay, I... I held my breath like when I play in the lake." Draco coughed. A small smile crept onto Lucius' face, as he held his son's cheek in the palm of his hand. A rare tender moment between the father and son, but it was short lived as Draco looked over to where a strange man desperately shook Miss Oakhams shoulders. Lucius's gaze followed his sons, and sadness filled his bright blue eyes at the sight.