❝ 𝐒𝐡𝐞 𝐭𝐨𝐨𝐤 𝐭𝐡𝐞 𝐌𝐚𝐥𝐟𝐨𝐲 𝐧𝐚𝐦𝐞 𝐚𝐧𝐝 𝐰𝐨𝐫𝐞 𝐢𝐭 𝐥𝐢𝐤𝐞 𝐚 𝐜𝐫𝐨𝐰𝐧... ❞
theodore nott x fem oc
*very slow burn*
this book is written for, and dedicated to all swifties out there.
rated mature for explicit violence, graphic de...
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STRONG ARMS GRIPPING HER. THE scent of cologne and citrus. She was moving, she could tell, but wouldn't remember, as this was her subconscious.
"It's okay, Princess. I've got you now. You're okay."
"Daddy's here, darling."
"Wake up, Ophelia, sweetheart. Please, wake up."
"I need you, my daughter. I cannot live without you."
Once again, in the span of about two months, this was the third time Lucius was present at Hogwarts. He'd thought his daughter was okay, but it turns out, she was not.
Did Lucius think she'd be affected by the article? Most definitely. He was going to come to school the following day and bite that foul Skeeter woman's head off.
It had been around four in the morning that Lucius Malfoy had been awoken by the tapping of on owl's beak on his window pane at Malfoy Manor, only to receive a letter from Snape. Ophelia had been found unconscious in the Forbidden Forest at three in the morning by a centaur, who had notified Hagrid, who'd kept her warm in his hut until she was in a better state to be moved to the Hospital Wing.
Lucius had nearly collapsed when he first heard the news. He'd just worn his robes over his pajamas and flooed straight to Hogwarts, at five in the morning, after nearly having a heart attack. Why was his daughter in the hospital wing again? What had made her run to the forest?
Here she was, unconscious, drenched, with a high fever, cuts and bruises all over her skin, and ice cold. She wasn't waking up.
He hadn't left her side, and her fever was the worst it had ever been. She'd been out in the rain for more than twelve hours, and her body temperatures kept fluctuating, unable to stay constant.
And so passed two days. Lucius was worrying more and more with every hour that passed that Ophelia's state remained the same. For God's sake, even Draco was actually worried for once.
He would skip classes to come and check on her once a day, but that was it.
Those two days were the slowest of Lucius' life. He hadn't left her side once. He'd been wearing the same robes over his nightclothes for two days. He hadn't eaten, nor slept. Instead, he was silent, and refused to talk to anyone. He was brooding. There had been no visible change at all, in Ophelia's state, and Madam Pomfrey had healed all her bruises and cuts, but was running out of remedies.
On the third day after Ophelia was found, a healer from Saint Mungo's Hospital for Magical Injuries and Maladies arrived to check on her, and used a combination of a spell and a potion to speeden up her recovery.
