When Bellatrix has a Daughter

25. A New Beginning

Bright light greeted me.

“She’s waking up!” a voice called. A voice that I recognized. Harry’s. 

For a moment there was silence. 

“Elvis? Elvis?” the voice urged me. There was clattering of feet on the stairs and light steps entered. “Oh Elvis!” Ginny’s voice filled my ears. Was this a beautiful dream? Was it heaven? “Elvis!” I felt something bushy tickling my wrist. Definitely Hermione. 

I tried prying my eyes open. “Draco….” I tried to croak. And suddenly memories flooded my mind. Dumbledore looking weak. Draco’s wand lowering. The death Eaters threatening. Fenrir being pushed. Snape entering…. And then? I don’t seem to remember. I strain to but there is only blackness.

What must have had happened to Draco?

“Three days of unconsciousness and the first thing she does is to mention the git’s name,” Ron says but I know he’s just joking. A body comes to sit near me. “Elvis dear…” Mrs. Weasley?

Now I can see black figures. I try harder. I succeed. I see Hermoine holding my hand, Harry at my right side, Mrs. Weasley, Ron, Ginny, Fred, George... everyone. The only incomplete thing about it all is the absence of Draco.

“I wonder when this dream will be over,” I wonder aloud. Everyone laughs with a certain kind of fondness. I knew it was a dream. “Go to sleep,” Harry mutters in my ear, so that only I can hear. I do feel sleepy. I do what he says.

It is dark when I wake up. Is this HELL? But there is no hell-fire…. I shudder. It had to be coming. I don’t want to be burned like they tell they do in stories. “Harry…” I try to cry out.

There is shuffling of feet. Ghosts! Now I’m hundred percent sure I’m going to go through a lot! A figure looms in front of me. I shut my eyes tightly. Come what may.

“Elvis, it’s me,” Ginny’s voice says and shakes me. I open my eyes, “You?” I try to get up. “Stay down!” she almost hisses, “You’re still weak.

More defined memories are entering my mind. The Dark Mark. Bill. What happened to him??? Was he all right?

“Ginny,” I said, surprised. This was no dream. At least it felt like it. Snape entering. My head turning to Dumbledore. Snape raising his wand.

“Am I dead?” I panic.

“Of course not stupid,” she laughs, “Do you think I would be here then?”

“Well…” she had a point. “What DID happen then?”

“It was… strange. We all thought you were dead. And guess what Elvis?” she smiles, “So many people shed tears for you. Did you know that?” My throat became constricted, “Who?” Even Neville? “Even Harry,” she said. There was a certain edge to her voice but she smiled at me again. A strange look had entered her eyes when she mentioned Harry but the smile wiped it away.

“Is something wrong with Harry and you?” I asked, concerned.

“No, none at all,” she smiled again.

I nodded and smiled back. “So what did happen then?”

“We prepared an antidote. Snape had used a spell not to kill but a never heard one…” 

She told me about the half blood Prince. I listened with wonder.

“I mean, really? Snape was the half-blood Prince?” 

So that was why in the bathroom Snape had asked for Harry’s books. He knew that something was up.

“That’s not the end of it. As soon as everyone had declared you were dead, Harry rushed to the Room of Requirement and searched through the Potions book. He saw the spell, and also its antidote. He told Madam Pomfrey to prepare the antidote and with some help from Professor Slughorn, it was prepared.”