Warning – Character Death
I just wanted you all to know their will be a character death in this chapter. Some of you that love this character will be pretty mad at me which is understandable. I was mad at myself for killing him off.
So read, review, and relax...
The Castle had gone dead silent. Celeste danced in the empty classroom, her only escape through the sweet melody playing in the air. It had been a long couple of days. Teachers asking questions, the ministry ordered that she have a word with them, the final war drew closer. She was having a particularly hard time now, because her aunt and uncle were being checked to make sure they were not Death Eaters.
Minister Scrimgeour asked her to sit down in his large office. He face was pensive, looking for answers. "I have heard you are a child of he-who-must-not-be-named."
"Fear of saying the name of my father only makes him look stronger, you know."
"I'll take that as a yes." He took a sip of his tea. "Have you seen your father lately."
"Yes, briefly, he attacked me." She left out quite a bit.
"Attack on his own daughter, interesting." He pulled a file out. "I was wondering why these adoption papers never held your fathers name."
"He was never a part of my life." She clinched her jaw shut so she didn't yell at the pompous arse.
"You know, St. Mungo's healers are amazed you lived..."
She left the ministry as fast as possible. They checked nearly her entire body for the dark mark. Not finding it they couldn't pin anything on her. She felt like a dirty criminal the way they treated her.
Draco walked into his fathers office slowly. His father sat there with a glass of firewhiskey, apparently he already drank enough.
"We were sure she was dead." He muttered and then noticed Draco at the door.
"Since when did you get sloppy enough to leave someone there to die, father?"
"She was in a pool of blood, we just figured..."
"Why the Dark Lords family? What had they done?"
"They were a threat. He would have gone running to Brigette the second he found her." He drank the entire glass of firewhiskey before shakily pouring himself another.
"You didn't notice her?"
"She was covered in filth when we thought she had died."
"You're pathetic, just wait until the Dark Lord finds out. It wasn't hard for me to guess who was behind that mask the way handled yourself." Draco turned and left his obviously drunk father staring after him.
"Harry, they are planning I know they are. You need to get somewhere safe and take Hermione and Ron with you." Sirius pleaded and Harry shook his head.
"I can't abandon the others." He told his godfather and continued to work on his curses. He cast one that was completely knew to him. It sliced a chair clean down the middle, the chair held until his touched his finger tip to it.
Hermione sat in the corner of the room looking up spells, curses, hexes, etc, in a book she got from the restricted section. Her heart was pounding because of the recent news in the Daily Prophet about her parents home being attacked. Luckily her parents had been relocated before the Death Eaters could harm them. She was scared but she didn't want the others to know.
Ron sat next to Hermione reading a book that she had told him to look through and copy curses out off so they could train with them. He felt good next to Hermione. He wanted to give her something, but at the time it doesn't seem right. You can never propose to a girl while looking up curses.
Celeste twirled and jumped lightly. When she danced she was in a dream world far away from this one. She had told the younger years of Slytherin grim fairytales only a day before. They had become attached at her hip. Whenever they needed help lately she was the first to go to.
"Are you ready for a Dark Tale?" she asked them holding her wand on lumos up to her face making her look scary.
"Come off it you know we are!" Her new little friend, Eran cried out. She lit the candles dimly in the room and then reached over to tousle his sandy blonde hair. She sat cross legged on the couch in the common room and the children scattered about with pillows and blankets to hear the story.
"Well, there once was this young princess who lived in the underworld. She wanted to see the sunlight so she snuck out to the human world. She got lost in a labyrinth and eventually died, but her father did not lose hope. He waited for his daughter knowing that she would be reborn. He knew she would come back to him..."
The children were hanging on her words when the door burst open and she seventh years came in carrying Pansy. They ushered the writhing body unto the couch and Celeste told the children to go to their rooms.
"What happened?" she asked looking at the face of the girl she hated.
"Cursed." Blaise replied quickly.
"Bring her to the hospital wing," they hesitated. "Now!"
She couldn't believe that it was happening. In the past three days people are getting attacked left and right from merely walking out of the school doors. Her father was under the impression that she would help him when the time comes. She walked to the rooms to make sure the others were asleep before leaving and casting protection wards on their doors. Eran was still awake sitting on the edge of his bed when she peeped in.
"Are you alright?" she asked him walking over and he crawled under the covers as she did.
"They're going to kill us, aren't they?" He said looking at her with sad eyes. She played with his hair and smiled.
"You're a pureblood, your family wouldn't let that happen." She said hoping for his sake that was true.
"I'm not so sure." He said looking up at her with his big light brown eyes. She hugged him and tucked him in.
"I'm here, and you know that I will protect you with my own life." She smiled at him and walked towards the door.
"Celly? You're not going to die right?" he asked and she turned slightly. Faking a smile.
"I'll try not to."
She closed her eyes and turned fast. She loved spinning. She felt free even in the Dark times she was in. The music played sweetly as she slowed down did a static spin before spinning once more and gracefully going into a split. She got up and stopped the music for a moment. When she realized that there was no noise from outside. It was dead quiet except for her breathing. She grabbed a pair of baggy sweat pants and ran out into the hall with her wand extended.
No one was there. She couldn't hear a thing. She ran fast down the moving stairs. Her mouth dropped in shock. Bodies littered the stairs. People were still moving but barely. She then heard a huge explosion followed by flashes of light in nearly every direction. She ran down to see Hermione bracing herself against a banister while throwing curses at two Death Eaters.
"Sectumsempra!" she yelled and one Death Eater's blood splattered out. She made the other on do a stunning hex on himself before turning to her curly haired friend. "Help them." She pointed to the people on the stairs and scattered about.
She ran over to Harry who was nearly cornered when she saw the silver eyes behind the mask. She breached Harry's mind, "Let me take out this one. Go find Voldemort." She told him and he nodded before leaving her face to face with the person that help kill her mother.
"So you remember me?"
"I will always remember those eyes." She said and he laughed.
"You seemed not to notice for a couple days however."
"Lucius Malfoy." She said before pointing her wand at him. He couldn't move and she had known this. He tried to fight her. She knew that using all of her power to hold him will cause her to pass out if she didn't act now. "Petrificus Totalus!" she stood over him for a moment before kneeling down. "I want to see every second when the Dementors suck your soul out."
A curse sent her backwards before the person who did it noticeable winced. "I hit his daughter." The person said. Bellatrix walked over and stood above her. Celeste moved to sit up, her rips cracked more as she moved. It was hard to breathe and she knew she was bleeding. The tall dark haired woman grabbed the girls face and dug her wand into the broken rib cage of the younger girl. Celeste spit up blood and coughed at the pain in her chest.
"Master won't be happy to know she died." Bellatrix said a little to confidently. A curse hit the male behind her and then one was sent at her. A flash of red hair came into Celeste's view as a green light emitted from Bellatrix's wand.
Celeste tried to get into the woman's mind but she could barely breathe. Her heart pounded and she realized she could barely move. Her fingers strained for her wand as she saw a curse get thrown back at Bellatrix. She only needed to cast a small healing charm, but she couldn't get her wand. She heard a scream and then saw Bellatrix go down at her feet.
The scene in front of her made her want to scream even though she couldn't speak. Hermione was on her knees holding the red head in her arms. Ron's eyes stayed open staring out. His mouth hung open slightly and he was turning a pale blue color. Tears dripped down her face as she felt someone healing her. Her eyes were scrunching closed because she couldn't look at the sight. She failed to protect him after promising to Harry that she would. Now Ron Weasley, poor impressionable Ron, is dead.
She walked down the halls. Her ears hearing nothing but her eyes seeing the mourning all around her. People clutched unto the friends they had lost. The bodies were everywhere. It was like her world had stopped. She reached down and touched his sandy blonde hair. His light brown eyes were closed as she looked at the pale boy. He had become like a younger brother to her in the matter of days. She lifted him up and cried holding his limp body.
A hand rubbed her shoulder before she felt the eleven year old being lifted out of her arms. Draco carried him over to a table and laid him down.
"Please wake up! Call me Celly again and I'll read you the rest of the fairy tale! She...she has three...three...oh god Eran!" she screamed and knew that the world could hear her. She beat on Draco's chest and he simply held her against him.
Auror's had taken the prisoners away to Azkaban. The bodies were being placed in a Great Hall were they could get the names of each before telling the parents. Celeste was brought to the hospital because her injuries were severe.
Draco watched as his father got dragged away. He watched as the body of the little boy that Celeste had been watching over got carried into the Great Hall. Healers had come to pick up the wounded and were carefully transported to St. Mungos. He watched Weasley get carried into the Great Hall with Hermione screaming in Harry's arms. Harry was crying too. It was hard to believe, seeing the great Scarhead Potter cry. Draco could hardly say anything mean about it though, because he was crying too.
"This is bad." The healer said and put a gentle hand on her lower stomach.
"Do you need any potions?"
"I don't think we can fix anything. Her body just doesn't seem to want to heal. I can barely touch her with this magic."
"Is it dark magic?"
"One of the Darkest."