fade into you || d.m

wings

tw: description/mention of torture, suicidal thoughts

bold = french

A song of the chapter: Let Down - Radiohead

Elwia woke to the cry of seagulls and the gentle melody of a wind chime. The sun shining through the bedroom window was so bright that she struggled opening her eyes for a good five minutes. After all, Elwia hadn't seen sunlight for three months.

The distinct memories of the Malfoy Manor came flooding back, and Elwia felt herself grow more hysterical the more she remembered what had happened.

Suddenly the door to the room opened, which made Elwia flinch and let out a small gasp. "Who is it?" She asked, her voice trembling.

"Oh, you're awake. I was just coming to check up on you." Fleur spoke in French, a careful smile lingering on her lips.

"How long was I asleep for?" Elwia looked around her, pulling the blanket over her body to shield herself.

Fleur's face fell a little when she noticed the state her little sister was in. "You've been asleep for two days. You missed the funeral." Fleur answered in English and sat at the end of Elwia's bed.

"What? Whose funeral?" Elwia asked, scared.

"The elf, Dobby. He was hit with Bellatrix's knife." Fleur murmured, lowering her eyes to her hands.

Elwia answered nothing and slumped in the bed, letting herself sink into the mattress; she hadn't slept in a bed in months. Her body was still sore and throbbing, and it was hurting everywhere.

"What happened there, dear?" Fleur asked, and immediately, Dolohov's face appeared in Elwia's mind.

"No! No! Don't call me that!" She screamed and jumped out of the bed, falling on the floor with a loud thud. Fleur looked taken aback, almost breaking into tears as she tried to rush towards her sister, who only pushed her further away.

As more people entered the room after hearing the commotion, Elwia felt like she was about to explode. It was too crowded there, and she wanted to disappear completely.

"Don't hurt me, please. I don't know anything." Elwia sobbed on the floor, her small body shaking and squirming.

"We're not going to hurt you," Flora's voice called out, slowly stepping closer to Elwia. "Hey, look at me. We are at your sister's house. Dolohov is not here anymore."

Elwia opened her eyes, trembling from fear when she thought she was going to see Dolohov again, but instead of his face, she saw a pair of hazel eyes looking at her kindly.

"Flora?" She whispered, taking hold of the girl's hand.

"Yes, it's me." Flora nodded and brushed back Elwia's hair.

"It's all going to be okay."

Soon enough, Elwia's breathing stabilised, and she stood up, feeling embarrassed about how she had behaved. "I'm sorry..." she mumbled.

"Don't be. What happened is not your fault." Flora said calmly.

With guilty faces, Harry, Hermione, and Ron were standing at the entrance, feeling as if it had been their fault that Elwia had gotten captured.

"Do you have my bag? Or did the Snatchers take it when they searched you?" Elwia asked Hermione.

"Yes, I do. I've been keeping your bag inside of mine, and when the Snatchers came, I stuffed it in my sock." Hermione answered and handed the other girl the bag.

"Thanks," Elwia sighed and rubbed her eyes before asking, "Did Luna, Ollivander, and Griphook make it out okay?"

"Yes, although they're still resting." Harry nodded and then turned to Fleur. "I wondered when it would be possible to speak with Ollivander and Griphook? It's very important."