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chapter seventy-eight. ( he was sunshine, i was midnight rain )
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ASCELLA'S HEAD WAS POUNDING. Groggily, she tore her eyes open, feeling jets of pain shoot through her body as she pushed herself up from the ground and into an upright position, grimy with the sensation of mud on her limbs. Her gaze scanned her surroundings — she was alone. Sirius had vanished, Bellatrix had apparated away, and Ascella was by herself, not a sliver of an idea where she was.
She figured she was close to Andromeda and Ted's house, but Ascella had never visited them before, so the likelihood of her finding her way there was very slim. Brushing her curls from her face, which were sodden with dirty water from the pond Ascella had fallen by, she unsteadily rose to her feet, ignoring the burning in her chest and the high possibility of broken ribs and a bruised midriff, she chose a direction and began to walk.
Perhaps Sirius went to find help, Ascella speculated. He wouldn't leave her there on her own, unconsciousness in a vat of mud — which reeked — and trembling in pain, but then the worst floated across Ascella's mind: What if Bellatrix had found and taken him? It was well known that she wanted revenge for Sirius evading her killing curse ( and Ascella being the reason he evaded it ), and Bellatrix was quick and ruthless. There was a chance that while Ascella was falling through the sky, she had grabbed Sirius and disapparated away with him.
There was a chance that Sirius was dead. Ascella shivered at the thought, her throat closing up at the image of a deceased Sirius Black.
She couldn't think that way. Because as smart as Bellatrix was, Sirius was smarter. He was sly when he wanted to be, channelling the inner Slytherin that everyone knew was inside of him, and he could fight her off with ease. Particularly as he didn't want a repetition of what occurred at the Ministry of Magic, a year ago.
