Servitium
Latin (noun.) The essence of service and devotion, weaving a tapestry of humble dedication and unwavering loyalty.
"Oh my Ivory, you may not be interested in war, but war is interested in you. You let me violate your justice, destroy what...
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"The Dark Lord wishes to see you." The battle was still going, in fact they were at the very height of it, Ivory could hear various screams, shouts and spells in some rooms away from her, whilst she took refuge in a small corner in an abandoned room to nurse and heal her wounds the best she could with magic. Lucius stood before her having abandoned the battle, to answer the Dark Lord's call.
"I thought he might," Ivory grumbled standing up from the rubble and dusting off her robes. Her father had managed to remove his binds after requesting for his wand, with wandless magic and had returned to the battle to help his best friends, Ivory didn't care what he did, as long as he stayed the hell away from her.
"Whatever happens Ivory-" Lucius didn't finish but Ivory nodded in understanding, knowing what he was trying to say, she always thought Lucius a better man than her father, sometimes she found herself wishing that if she had to be born into a family with such status that Lucius could have been her father.
"Do you really think he'll kill her?" Ivory asked as he led her out of the Ministry which seemed to be deserted still.
"I haven't the slightest clue," he answered quietly, giving her an almost regretful look.
"I really tried, I did what he asked but I let my guard down, and Longbottom destroyed the prophecy," Ivory said to him and he grimaced, tilting his head downward, his almost white long hair falling into his face, not as kept as it usually was due to the vigorousness of the ongoing duel he had participated in and deserted.
"The Dark Lord will still receive the prophecy, I have left Bellatrix to do everything in her power so that we may leave here with the prophecy." They were in the Atrium now, heading to one of the many mantelpieces shining brightly with Floo Flame. "Shall we?" he held out his hand and Ivory scowled.
She despised Side-Along Apparition, reluctantly she placed her hand on Lucius' arm clinging tightly to the material of his robes, and shut her eyes and then they were gone, it felt as if she were being sucked into a hurricane, and her already aching bones pressed against her organs, twisting about.
Then, Ivory felt solid ground beneath her feet, she held her stomach as she hunched over resisting the urge to vomit, she forced herself upright and observed her surroundings. "No, no, no," Ivory repeated her voice strained. It was as if an invisible hand was clamped over her mouth as her chest became tight. Adrenaline rushed through Ivory's body as her ribs began heaving begging to inflate her lung. Her head was a carousel of thoughts leaving her confused, each thought pushing her mind into blackness. Sounds that were once near felt far away. She wanted to stop, she wanted to get out.
"Ivory?" even though the voices were far away, she felt two people grab her hands, they both felt familiar.
"It's okay," the soft voice said, Ivory continued to gasp as she was pulled to sit down.
"Calm down, breathe," the soft voice coached again, she thought it might be her mother, but her mothers tone wasn't as soft as this one was.
"I want to leave here, I want to be alone," Ivory said suddenly coming to her senses.
