A song for the chapter: Glory Box - Portishead
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Elwia watched as her mother, Apolline, lay on the ground, the pool of blood around her growing larger by the second. Elwia stood frozen, unable to move, unable to talk. The only movement on her face were the salty tears streaming down her red cheeks.
"How does it feel to be truly motherless?" A curly, messy-haired woman asked with a blood curdling laugh.
"You should release the girl out of the spell and let's go, Bella." A dark-haired man mumbled, looking down at Apolline's body.
"Finite incantatem," The woman rolled her eyes before apparating.
"No! Mom, no! I can't lose you too, please, no. God, please!" Elwia screamed, hyperventilating.
"No!"
Elwia woke up in her own bed at Grimmauld Place, her face and body drenched in cold sweat and heart beating faster than ever. It was just another bad dream, but she still couldn't help but break into soft sobs. It felt so real, and everything looked so clear. Nothing like the usual dreams she had.
Today was the day. The day Elwia would finally meet her friends at the Leaky Cauldron. She felt anxious, not having talked to them for so long. And well, seeing that she had left them without saying goodbye.
The days had passed by quickly. Elwia had mostly been causing trouble with Fred and George, bonding with Harry, playing guitar with Sirius, and getting to know Uncle Moony more. Elwia hadn't seen Kreacher in many days; it seemed like he wasn't as open and happy when there were so many people in the house.
Elwia often found herself in Regulus' room, likely because she was eager to learn more about Horcruxes and the locket. But, to be honest, she was also fascinated by Regulus Black himself. She wanted to understand who he was and what he had been like.
The green-eyed girl often wore the locket around her neck, though she couldn't do so for long. It made her feel frustrated and not like herself at all, but there was a certain feeling of power that she felt when wearing it.
"Are you reading a potions book during Christmas break? What a nerd, Delacour." Fred asked as he walked into the living room. Elwia was sitting on the sofa and looked up from the book at Fred and let out a small laugh.
"Well, kind of, but not really. This one time at the beginning of the year, I forgot my potions book, so I took this spare one. It's full of notes from the previous owner, and I also won a vial of Liquid Luck because of this book." Elwia explained humorously.
"Who's the previous owner? Does it say?" Harry asked while petting Scorpius, who was sitting in his lap.
"This book is the property of the Half Blood Prince. Hah, who calls themselves prince? Their ego must be through the roof." Elwia laughed out while reading the inside cover.
"I don't know, but it must be some miserable, lonely man. I wouldn't be surprised if it was Snape." George joked.
"Isn't Snape pureblood?" Elwia frowned, swiping through the pages.
"No idea, mate, nor do I really care." Fred shrugged his shoulders.
"Darling, Elwia." Apolline called out from the entrance hall. Elwia quickly stood up from the sofa and ran up to her, immediately wrapping her hands around her mother's slender body. Elwia had acted like this all morning, still distraught from the nightmare.
"Oh, dear. It was only a nightmare; I am fine." The fair-skinned woman smiled, caressing Elwia's hair.
"I don't know, it felt so real." Elwia mumbled looking up at Apolline's blue eyes.
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Fanfiction"I look to you and I see nothing I look to you to see the truth" Elwia found herself unable to deny the fact that, since the first day she met Draco Malfoy, there had been something so intriguing about him. Maybe it was his grey eyes and blonde hair...
