fade into you || d.m ♡

obliviate

tw: heavy language, sexual assault (not heavily detailed)

The book had to be wrong, right? It had probably been made before Elwia's birth. No, Poppy told her it had been made a year and a half after her birth. It was obviously an error; some old guy just accidentally forgot to write her name, right?

Elwia was still in her quidditch clothing as she sprinted towards the castle and to her dorm. Elwia needed to write a letter to her mom; she would explain everything. She wouldn't lie to her, would she? Elwia grabbed a piece of paper and a quill and started writing so fast that she doubted her mother could even understand her handwriting.

Hey, mother. Sorry, I haven't written to you in such a long time, even though I promised. You know I often forget. Although I can't say you have written me anything either. Things have been eventful; I was in a coma for 17 days, and I'm the new Slytherin chaser now, yay!

How is Fleur doing? What have you been up to?

I was wondering: could you tell me the truth about my identity, since my name can't be found in the Wizard Family Trees book on the Delacour part, in fact it's not there at all? If you can, thanks! If you can't, then I will find out myself.

I miss you, please tell me the truth.

With love, Elwia

Writing in French felt strange after two months of only writing in English. Elwia rolled the piece of paper neatly and simply put a hair tie around it so it wouldn't open. She had no time to properly close it with hot wax. Elwia started rushing towards the owlery, accidentally shoving at least three younger students on the way there.

As Elwia got to the owlery, she started looking for a white owl, Mitski.

"Hey, my beautiful pearl." Elwia whispered in French as she gently wrapped the letter around the owl's leg.

"Fly to my mother."

Elwia watched as Mitski flew up to the sky. She watched until she no longer saw her.

"Delacour, what're you doing here? And why are you still in your quidditch clothing?" Elwia heard Malfoy ask behind her back.

"First, this is an owlery, Malfoy. What do you possibly think I was doing here? Use your little brains and try to find out. And second, I had to write an urgent letter, so I had no time to start changing into something else." Elwia scoffed and rolled her eyes.

"Hm, okay. You played well." Malfoy said while looking at Elwia as he was thinking of something.

"Oh, thanks." Elwia muttered and walked past Malfoy as she left the owlery.

Life sucked. Elwia couldn't even be happy about getting the chaser position, since immediately there was another problem that she needed to solve. This time, it was a rather big one. Elwia thought about going to talk to Professor Lupin and yelling at him, demanding to know the truth. But Elwia knew he wouldn't budge, though, so it was no use.

Elwia stomped angrily back towards the quidditch changing rooms, since she had left her clothes there. Elwia opened the door, and saw no one there. Then she opened her locker and started taking off her clothes.

Just as Elwia was reaching to put on her own clothes, she heard a boy's voice speaking angrily.

"You fucking bitch, you're screwing Bletchley, aren't you? How else would you have gotten the position?"

Elwia got startled at the sudden voice and slightly jumped in the air. The boy speaking was Taylors, aka the boy who had gotten two goals less than Elwia. Elwia tried covering her body with the quidditch uniform in her hand; she was only in her underwear.