WILDFLOWER, hermione granger.

ooxxi. no time to die

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OOXXI. NO TIME TO DIE
twenty one

THE OUTCOME OF THAT QUESTION LED TO CERTAIN EVENTS—WHICH THEN ENDS UP TO LUPIN LEAVING EARLY BECAUSE OF A CONFRONTATION WITH HARRY. He'd left so abruptly, without so much as a goodbye that to Ivy's chagrin, had triggered a damned panic attack.

She had already locked herself in the bathroom by the time it dawned on her, a quiet sob escaping her lips.

Her hands are trembling—why does it feel like she was underwater? Her body wasn't wet, not engulfed in a body of water... god, was this how it felt when you're drowning? Ivy hyperventilates, realizing this was the kind of drowning that you can't escape, can't swim from.

There were flashes in her head, her body feels hot and cold at the same time—the helplessness, weak, the fear—Ivy gave another cry, unable to breathe properly as her trembling hands wove into her hair, digging through her scalp and shut her eyes so tight as if it'd protect her at all.

It didn't.

Eleven-year old Ivy Lane Malfoy cried and begged as her mum was forced out of the cellar by her father, left in the company of Bellatrix Lestrange—a cruel, cruel woman who had no taste for mercy... not even for her own niece.

Little Ivy felt the trepidation, the stroke of fear and anticipation for pain because once again—once again... she failed. "What was the first rule I gave you, Ivy Lane?"

God, she hated that. Ivy Lane meant she was in deep shit. Crocodile tears rushed down Little Ivy's cheeks, "When—When emotions get in the way, l—lock them—lock them out."

"And what did you do?" Bellatrix snapped, jabbing her wand under the eleven-year old's chin. "Look at you! LOOK AT YOU, IVY LANE! Pathetic!"

"No," Ivy choked out, silent sobs spilling from her lips that came out wheezed, unable to breathe. "No, no, no, no—"

"Crocodile tears, and a pitiful face! Mummy and daddy can't save you now—you've been a little brat, and they must be punished," Bellatrix shrilled, utter pain riddling Ivy's body. "Did I not teach you better, Ivy Lane?! DID I?"

"You taught me better!" Little Ivy wailed, knowing better than to express her emotions to the Cruciatus or else it'd be worst.

"DID I? THEN WHAT WAS THAT, IVY LANE? I raise you in my image and you embarrass me by befriending a mudblood! A MUDBLOOD, IVY LANE!" Little Ivy cries out even more. "IF I TAUGHT YOU BETTER THEN TELL ME THE SECOND RULE!"

"Get—out—of—my—head!" Ivy wailed, her voice breaking. She pressed her hands to her ears, desperate for it to end.

"Never show yourself," Little Ivy whimpered. "Because no one would like you—"

"THAT'S RIGHT!" Bellatrix snapped—

"Ivy—"

"No!" Ivy choked out, scrambling away from said person. Her eyes are blurred with tears, literally on the verge of passing out from how much she's hyperventilating right now—there was a slam from the door, probably. "Stay away! Please! Please!" Ivy sobbed, her hands, which were covering her ears, dart up to shield her head. "I'll do better, I promise! Please don't hurt me!"