Deception

ᴄʜᴀᴘᴛᴇʀ xʟ - ʙʟᴏᴏᴅ & ᴅɪʀᴛ

It had been hours of unbearable torture.

I was lying on the floor in a sticky puddle of my own blood. My limbs were still twitching, blood kept pouring out of me as if someone turned on a tap on my stomach. I felt my energy draining away and my body shuddered heavily as it couldn't cope with the heavy blood loss.

My abdomen started to contract, and it was like the floodgates of pain opened completely. The pain was so abhorrent I could barely string coherent thoughts together. I wondered if I was still screaming, or crying, or both.

I thought of Draco, and that I would never see him again. Of Marie, and how I would never get to really know Theo, and lastly my mother. She had to lose her entire family, not only bury her husband but her daughter and grandchild too.

I wondered what they would name her? When we were both gone?

Bellatrix had finally left, she took my wand from me as I was helpless anyway. Narcissa had stood up to her, trying to defend me, which was an obvious mistake. Bellatrix had been seething with anger. She didn't Avada her own sister, but she did knock her out unconscious by throwing her hard against the wall.

Was she dying too? I honestly didn't know.

"Ella!" hissed my mother as she apprehensively entered the room. "Is she gone?"

I wanted to say yes, but there was a gurgling sound coming out of my mouth instead, and I sprayed the floor with blood.

"Mobilicorpus!" she shouted, pointing her wand at me. I felt my body lift from the floor and she placed me on top of the dining table. She started to work on me immediately with several healing spells, but then stopped abruptly. She gasped when she noticed something hanging out of me, near my abdomen.

"Ella.." she trailed off as she looked at me in horror.

I knew what it was. I knew who it was. I suppose we were never meant to be. I simply stared at my mother with a knowing look and she sighed heavily. My skirt was soaked in red, the blood bubbling and making sopping wet sounds down there. She magically removed my underwear and fully took in what was going on.

"I can't save both of you." She said seriously. "Your b-body is starting to reject it, but it's still... draining you."

"H-her." I managed to choke out with a slur. "I-It's a.. a g-girl."

My mother looked horrified, sad and apologetic all at the same time. She nodded briskly to herself and continued the healing spells she was casting on me. I was tired, so tired, but I instinctively had a hunch that the moment I would close my eyes, I wouldn't open them again.

I couldn't keep them open.

~•~

Draco's POV.

Harry Potter was dead.

These four words were shouted throughout the castle, dimming the last bits of hope that anyone had left. It was weird hearing that your school's nemesis was killed by the Dark Lord. I just saw him at the north tower moments ago and now he was dead? But it could've been me, I could've died too. He still wants me to, as the name on my Dark Card isn't anyone but my own. He's ordered me to kill myself. Ironic huh?

Did it mean that he no longer had a use for me? I hoped it was the case.

I stumbled towards the large entry hall with everyone else. Often getting the stink-eye from someone that apparently didn't know I was fighting against the Death Eaters too, instead of being one myself. I kept searching the crowd for El, but I didn't see her.