"Beau! Beau! Come over here with me?" the fairy said to Corbeau, holding out her hand, "Beau, follow me!"
"Who are you?" Corbeau cried out to the fairy, but her breath was taken away.
"Follow me, Beau. I'll show you your mother."
A wave of anguish passed through Beau and she placed her hand in the fairy's palm, who squeezed it gently.
"Okay, up to the light. Your parents are up there, in the light. Soon, you will be too."
Realization smacked Corbeau in the face. She was dying and this was a dream. What had happened? She remembered a cage of twisted metal, engulfing her in a mass of toxic fumes. She could remember looking at her mangled body, but feeling no pain. And the fire, burning shade of orange and yellow, and spitting ash into her face.
Corbeau thought that was merely a nightmare.
Was she really hit by a car? Corbeau could remember hearing a feminine scream.
"You're going to get hit!"
So that's what it was. Corbeau tried to yank her hands away from the fairy, but she looked down and saw that their arms were plastered together. Her stomach dropped in terror.
She tried to scream to someone, trying to let them know that she was not dead, and yet she was being treated as such. No voice would come out. Corbeau could not so much as open her lips
"You're going to see your parents, Beau! Go on up to the light!" And, with that, the fairy disappeared, leaving Beau with no control over her movements, moving at a dizzying rate upward, into a shining light that looked both heavenly and made her want to throw up.
"Corbeau, please wake up! Please!"
That voice was, though less beautiful, definitely familiar. She had heard it seconds before this nightmare.
"Corbeau...Beau, can you hear me?"
Suddenly, Corbeau was falling. Falling down into a hole of blackness, the light slowly disappearing behind her.
"Corbeau, please don't die!" Tonks screamed at Beau's tangled, pale body.
The ambulance's doctors were doing everything they could to save her. Then again, they were muggles. Tonks wondered if her training had prepared her for this.
Holding her wand behind her back, she muttered a healing spell much too low for the doctors to hear.
The pulse sounded on the electronic screen, stronger than before, and Corbeau started shaking.
"What just happened?" One of the doctors asked to the nurse beside him.
The nurse simply shrugged, though Tonks, on the outside of the circle of medical professionals, was smiling on the inside.
"Your friends going to be okay...I think."
Tonks looked up at the man and smiled a wide smile. After all, he thought it was only a miracle.
Maybe this is what I should do when I grow up, thought Tonks to herself. What a life it would be, to help people.
"I think, maybe, just maybe, the Dark Lord's power is becoming one with me."
Rodolphus looked up, giving his wife a more "she's ridiculous" glare than before. But he decided to go along with it.
"What makes you say that?"
"Look at me, I'm in Azkaban."
Bellatrix purred the words, as if they were a blessing in disguise, "...And I feel energy. I must be rising. The Dark Lord must be returning my affection."
Rodolphus turned his head and rolled his eyes, almost laughing.
Bellatrix sensed mockery. "Rodolphus, you are laughing at that which you don't understand!"
"Yes, because there's no way it's happening. Bellatrix, you're going hysterical."
"That's what you think," Bellatrix sat next to him, staring into his eyes, nose-to-nose, "But someone is coming. They are weak right now, but they will come. Mark those words down. My prophecy will become reality, just watch."
She stood up and walked to the front of their cell, holding her hand outside of the iron bars and feeling the deepness of the chill. It felt like her arm was pressed against solid ice. Then, bony fingers, grabbed her wrist and a deep breathing sounded in her ear.
"Kisssssss. Getttt ouuuttt."
Bellatrix slowly pulled her arm away and turned around to face Rodolphus.
"Just keep holding on. We'll be reunited with the Dark Lord very soon."
