𝐚𝐥𝐥 𝐞𝐥𝐬𝐞 𝐩𝐞𝐫𝐢𝐬𝐡𝐞𝐝. - 𝐦𝐚𝐭𝐭𝐡𝐞𝐨 𝐫𝐢𝐝𝐝𝐥𝐞

𝐜𝐡𝐚𝐩𝐭𝐞𝐫 𝐭𝐡𝐢𝐫𝐭𝐲-𝐞𝐢𝐠𝐡𝐭

"Help- Fucking gods someone help!"

cw: sad chapter. possibly triggering.

Screams.

Terrible awful screams. For hours upon hours.

As soon as they got here, the boy's body was taken away by elves.

When he was taken away, five things happened.

Astra and Draco hauled Lucius into the basement of the dreary manor.

Narcissa was comforted by Theodore, she allowed him to take her away into another room.

Tom stood there, jaw clenched, knowing he couldn't help, but Merlin did he want to.

Ravenna went upstairs to think.

Mattheo went in the kitchen to drink, forcing his brother to come with him.

The group was in shambles. No one knew what was going to happen, but they would end the night as the same people they started.

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Astra stood there, tear-marks on her cheeks and wand in hand, watching her brother beat the life out of her father.

They were going to kill him. They both knew it, almost like a silent agreement. He'd be dead before the sun came up.

She had always hated her father, using every form of abuse on his children, whether it be physical, mental, and downright neglect.

Draco took a step back, his fists muddy from not only his father's blood, but his own.

"Why." Astra demanded.

"Why!" She screamed, the energy pent up in her body trying to come out.

Her father coughed, blood dripping off his lip, "It was an accident." He rasped.

Astra screamed, her wand pointed at him, the Cruciatus curse left her wand, hitting her father right in the chest. She watched as he screamed, her screams matching his.

So much pain.

So much pain, in this room. It haunted the walls like a ghost at Hogwarts. The pain imprinted the place, it changed the entire feeling in the room.

She stopped the curse when she fell to her knees, she let out a pained sob again. Draco running to her.

At this point their father was knocked out cold.

Astra sat empty on the floor, the image of Lynx burnt into her mind. She would forever be plagued by the memory of her brother, and how she saw the light leave his eyes.

Draco would never be able to shake the chill of not being able to save Lynx. It hung heavy on his shoulders.

Pain and sorrow grew in them, for it was in their blood. Maybe they were bred to be horrible, shallow beings, maybe they were only meant to be bad. The mistakes of their ancestors, scattered across their family line, they'd never escape it.

Draco dropped beside his sister, he pulled her in, he held her.

They held each other together. They were the glue to the falling pieces of themselves. They were there.

In this moment, they made more of a connection than they had made in their entire life.

Their father would be dead before the sun came up. This was his last night.

Their last day with their brother.

Their last night of being the whole, dysfunctional family they had the night before.