apparition | d.m (sequel to hypothermia)

twenty

Draco;

Throughout the entire Manor, I could hear Hermione Granger screaming her lungs out in pain. I tried so hard to escape it with Ophelia because her screaming is terrifying my daughter and is making her cry, a lot.
I cradled Ophelia in my arms and softly hummed in her ear. Her little small pale hands were held tightly onto my black suit jacket, probably making wrinkles.
After Hermione's screaming seized down, I was curious. Surely, she should be dead by now.
I didn't realize that Ophelia had fallen asleep but carefully, I put her into her crib. She seemed to notice my presence being gone because she fussed softly in her sleep but her movements had stopped.
I let out a breath I didn't know I was holding and continued out the door and down the stairs. Suddenly, shouts from the room where Bellatrix had taken the hostages was filled wit commotion. I quickened my pace and saw Harry, Ron and others all standing on one side of the room, with wand up, ready to fight.
Instinctively, I raised my wand and through a spell at the group but Harry reacted fast and had taken my own wand from my grasp.
I backed up, immediately. Fearing my life.

Then when I saw the chirpy house elf, standing tall and confidently said, "Dobby has no master! Dobby is a free elf and has come to save his friends!" I could've praised the stupid elf for standing up to my aunt. But like I said 'stupid.'
He had disapparated but I saw a dagger fly into his stream of dissaparation and a sick sound of sharp metal piercing flesh before it all disappeared. I turned to see the thrower, my jaw dropping at Constance who just let out a breath and stood up straight.
"I didn't think I'd make it." She whispered, "Damn I'm good."

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Constance sat in front of me with her legs crossed and Ophelia being breastfed in her arms.
I still couldn't wrap my mind around how she just threw that knife with ease.
"I wonder who I hit." She murmured, "If I'm lucky. Harry was the victim."
I only nodded, "It could've been anyone."
"Well hopefully it was the whole goddamn trio. Three birds with one stone." She growled, "I've had enough of them." I winced at the harshness in her voice but our baby had started crying by the sound of her mother.
"Constance." I whispered, "Is this how you want Ophelia to be raised?"
She didn't say anything to me but simply out Ophelia in her crib and softly turned to me, "Why would it matter?! Don't you remember anything that the Dark Lord has said to you? What he told you? You want me to enlighten you?" She huffed deeply, her breath blowing a stray hair in his face. Dark purple bags were under her eyes and slight worry wrinkles were on her complexion. Her hair hasn't been washed in two days and her clothes were loose fitting and baggy.
She looked mad.
She didn't look like Constance at all.
Not my Constance.

"Baby, please. This isn't you." I whimpered and tried grabbing her hand but she roughly pulled her hand back. Then suddenly a sharp sting was on my cheek after her hand made contact with my skin.
"I'm not Constance! I'm not your lover!" I stared in horror at the girl in front of me who once held so much joy but was now replaced by an evil aura, "I'm the monster you tell your children about at night. I'm a force you don't want to be angered by. So if you know what's good for you then I suggest not talking back."

The voice that came out of Constance's moving mouth was deep and masculine. Almost as if, the voice of -as the muggles call it- Satan. I stood up front my arm chair, and walked briskly over to her.
"Why are you here?" I asked, biting my lip nervously.
Her figure sauntered over to my daughters crib and slowly picked her up. I tensed as she softly caressed her cheek.
"I came for something. A payment. A gift, if you would call it that. I require it." Shivers ran up and down my spine as she spoke, this definitely wasn't her.
I bit my tongue. I feared for what she was going to say next.

"I want someone that holds a special place in your heart, Draco."

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"Could you pass her bottle please Draco?" Constance reached her hand over the counter, "The red one."
Absentmindedly I handed her the bottle and continued staring into space. I thought about last night and how Constance was possessed.
It was absolutely terrifying. I couldn't sleep at all that night and Constance woke up feeling herself. No bags under her eyes. No wrinkles. Washed hair. Tightly fitted clothes. It was as if nothing happened yesterday. It worried me.
Constance didn't even remember what happened. She doesn't even remember that Harry and them were here.
Ophelia was cooing beside me and getting her chocolate pudding everywhere, her face was completely caked in pudding, putting a smile on my face at her cuteness.
She noticed and gave me a huge grin, trying her hardest to stretch her hand to touch my face.
I leaned forward slightly so she'd have an advantage.
I grimaced as she got pudding all over my face, making Constance laugh at us.
"Ophie! You got pudding all over daddy!" She laughed.She grabbed a cloth and started wiping my face clean.

"Da-Da." My daughter smiled, and clapped her hands with glee, "Da Da!!"
My body shook with happiness as I rushed to pull her out of her chair and twirl her around, making her squeal in happiness. She called me daddy!!
"She called you Da-Da!!" Constance smiled, and gave me a quick kiss.

Our little party was cut off short when Snape came into the room and told us shocking news.

"The Dark Lord is going for the Elder Wand."

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DUN DUN DUN

haha, sorry I took so long.
I was at a sleepover. Which turned into a party.
But I worked all night on this chapter for yo guys <3
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