our little angel

The Desperate Search

Age 6
Words 354
Summary: Lola and Mattheo couldn't find Raven so they got help from Draco, and the parents.

Lola’s heart pounded violently as she ran through the Malfoy Manor, her voice ringing through the halls.

“RAVEN?!”

Mattheo was right behind her, his face pale with fear, his hands shaking as he threw open every door, every cupboard—anywhere their daughter might have hidden.

But she wasn’t there.

Lola’s chest felt tight, her vision blurring as panic choked her.

“She heard us fighting,” she whispered, her voice breaking. “She heard you—”

Mattheo flinched, his guilt suffocating him. “I know.”

“She ran away because of it,” Lola continued, gripping the edge of the table to steady herself. “Because she thinks she’s a—” She couldn’t even say it.

Mattheo’s hands curled into fists. “We need to find her. Now.”

Draco, who had been summoned immediately, entered the room with his wand in hand. “She’s not in the house. I already checked.” His expression was grim, his usual arrogance nowhere to be found.

Narcissa and Lucius stood nearby, both looking deeply concerned.

Lucius, for once, didn’t hesitate. “The elves searched the property. She’s gone.”

Lola felt like the floor was falling out from under her.

“She’s just a child,” Narcissa murmured, hand over her heart. “Where could she have gone?”

Draco turned sharply to his sister, his grey eyes like ice. “Where do children run when they feel scared?”

Lola’s breath hitched.

Mattheo’s eyes widened in realization. “The woods.”

There was a beat of silence.

And then—

Lola sprinted toward the door, Mattheo and Draco right behind her.

Lucius and Narcissa followed, their usual composure breaking as they rushed after them.

Lola’s pulse pounded as they reached the edge of the Forbidden Forest, her mind racing with terrible possibilities.

“She’s six,” she whispered, her breath shaking. “She doesn’t know what’s out here.”

Mattheo clenched his jaw, blaming himself more than ever. “We’ll find her,” he swore.

“We have to.”

Then, a scream tore through the forest.

A small, terrified scream.

Raven.

Lola’s blood ran cold.

“RAVEN!” she shrieked, bolting into the trees.