The Darkest Star

Chapter 25: Lyra-Bella Cassiopeia Malfoy

Sic Vita Fluit, Dum Stare Videtur // Life Flows As It Seems To Stay The Same. 

          As Andy left the table I watched curiously. I couldn't read the expression on her face, then again I can't often. She's kind of mysterious like that. I sat awkwardly staring at my empty plate. I had eaten a good amount of food, I felt sick. Draco was eating his steak, his eyes flitting nervously around the table. There was limited small talk and all of it was awkward. I mean, how do you expect a dinner with the Dark Lord to go. You'd be kidding yourself if you thought it was going to go well. I was curious as to where Andy had gone, she had disappeared half-way through the meal. God, I wish I had the guts to leave dinner with the Dark Lord. 

          After I finished dinner I raced to the nearest bathroom feeling sick from the food in my stomach. I was full, too full. I knelt by the toilet and shoved my fingers down my throat.  I cried as my stomach emptied its contents. I hated it, it was disgusting. I never wanted to do this again. Once I was done I rinsed my mouth out in the sink, I'd go brush my teeth in the bathroom afterward. I was never doing that again. I'd have to settle for keeping my stomach as empty as possible. 

          As I left my bathroom with freshly brushed teeth the coo of an owl startled me. I looked over to see Jet perched at my window. I raced over to the ledge to see a letter in his beak. My heart sunk when I saw it was my own. I frowned at Jet, 

          "I really need you to find him, I know you can do it," I whisper to the old owl. He ruffles his feathers and hoots at me. I grab some treats from the jar in my closet and Jet hoots his appreciation and gently nuzzles my hand. I hand the letter back to him and gently stroked his feathers. He stayed for a moment to enjoy the attention before he flew back out the window. Take two. 

         My mind drifts back to Andy as I feed Kaya and give her the attention she now wants. Demanding little bitch. I finished caring for her and let her out my window so she could fly free for a bit, she enjoys just flying in the night air. I let her do it because I trust her to always come back. Now, back to Andy. I keep getting distracted. 

          After she left so soon I wanted to know why she had to leave, where she had gone. I left my room and walked to Andy's room. I knocked on the door once, then twice. No answer. I gently opened the door and peaked in, it was empty. I didn't want to snoop so I backed out and made my way elsewhere. I searched everywhere I could think to find her, but she was nowhere. Giving up I made my back through the mansion to go hide in my room, maybe go find Dray.

          "Lyra, Darling," My mother's voice greeted. I was in the Gardens, still looking for Andy. 

          "Hello, Mother." 

        "Where is Andromeda. I can't seem to find her" I frowned and replied, 

          "I don't know mother, very sorry." 

She wasn't the first person to ask me about her presence. "Lyra-Bella!" My aunt screeched. I turned around and nodded a greeting to the Deatheater. 

         "Aunt Bellatrix, lovely to see you." 

          "Isn't it always. Where is Andromeda?" She demanded. 

          "Sorry, I don't know," I replied and attempted to keep my cool. Bellatrix hissed and stormed off, probably to go bask in the presence of Lord Voldemort and praise the guy.

          I was asked my several Deatheaters and family about the location of Andromeda. It's like these people expected me to know everything, I didn't have a tracker on her. And she was allowed to do whatever she wanted, she didn't have to tell me where she was all the time.

As I walked past the library, heading back to my room after a tiring search for my cousin, I heard a shouting voice. 

          "Stop being so pathetic!" My father's voice screeched. I stopped and stood outside the door listening carefully. 

          "You're not a Malfoy, you're pathetic. Can't even take a couple of hits. You act like you've been stabbed, you are truly the worst thing I've ever created." 

          I felt frozen, I heard a yelp that sounded distinctly like my brother. No, not like, it was my brother. I felt anger bubbling inside, fuck my dad. Fuck Lucius Malfoy, he doesn't deserve a son like Draco. He doesn't deserve a life. I flinched when a large object, which sounded suspiciously like a body, thumped against the wall next to the door. I had to leave when I heard Draco's pained whimper, followed by a heartbreaking sob. I couldn't listen to it. I retreated and walked back to the main room, my father's words dancing in my head. No wonder Draco was so upset, I knew father hurt him, I knew he was horrible. But if this was the stuff he heard every day I could see why Draco was suicidal. I don't want him to kill himself obviously, but I do understand a little more now.

         I was up the stairs and headed to my room when I heard the front door open. I ignored it and went back to my own room. I waited a good solid twenty minutes before it hit me that it was probably Andy. I rushed from my room and stormed down the hallways to Andy's room before flinging open the door,

          "Where the fuck have you been!" 

          ~River 🌊