"𝑊𝐸𝐿𝐶𝑂𝑀𝐸 𝑇𝑂 𝑆𝐻𝐼𝐸𝐿𝐷, 𝐴𝐺𝐸𝑁𝑇 𝑅𝑂𝑀𝐴𝑁𝑂𝐹𝐹."
In which Natasha Romanoff is actually The-Girl-Who-Lived, and has been talking to a voice in her head since she was a child.
(GOF - TBD)
I do not own Marvel, Nor Harry Potter. Howev...
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EVERYTHING FELT SO DULL YET SO OVERWHELMING AT THE SAME TIME. The rushing bodies around felt like a shock to her system, and voices sounded muffled. She couldn't bring herself to lift herself off the ground, too overwhelmed to even think of following her sister.
Natasha could tell the others were talking but found all of her attention tuned in to her sister. She wanted to scream at them to return, and never let go of her sister. With emotions running high, all Natasha could do was let out a whimper of displeasure.
Remus and Sirius carried Yelena to a couch, setting her down on the soft cushions. They ran about, grabbing things left and right. Natasha watched as Kreacher set a cool cloth on her forehead, and how Sirius tried coaching her into drinking some water. Tom and Remus were off to the side, having a back-and-forth conversation as they threw something together. Tom waved his wand, and smoke bubbled out of the potion briefly.
Rushing over to Yelena, Tom opened her mouth and tilted the potion down her throat, using his other hand to coax it down her throat. Natasha's heart practically stopped as her sister stopped moving, and fearing the worst, forced herself to stumble over to her sister.
A sickly, sweaty shein coated her body, and to the untrained eye, almost looked dead. However, the small raise of her chest eased Natasha's worries. "What..." Natasha croaked out, placing a hand on her sister's cheek.
"Anti-venom potion," Tom replied, peeling open Yelena's eyes and looking at them with his wand's light, "It should slow down the process, and keep her pain-free."
"We... we have to save her." Natasha stuttered, looking at the small group with watery eyes. "Draco told me the cure is in his aunt's valut... He gave me the key, and stabbed himself."
Tom raised a brow, grabbing the bloodied knife that was held loosely in Natasha's hand. "He gave us a way in undetected," Tom stated, summoning a bag with a flick of his wand. He reached in, and his arm seemed to reach infinitely in before pulling out a vile. "Polyjuice. He wants us to make polyjuice."
"Do you just carry around a bottle of pre-made polyjuice potions?" Sirius asked, eyebrows raised to the sky. His voice was dull, and it was clear he was exhausted, but clearly, that didn't stop him from making a joke.
"One can never be too prepared."
Getting into gringrots was almost laughably easy. Still, Natasha knew that just because it was easy to get in didn't mean it would be simple the whole time. Before they set their plan into action, they had Kreacher sneak around and make a map of the building - especially places where Natasha could hide.
