Ted tonks was dead.
Her vision narrowed and sound faded away as her dull roar filled her mind. Rage, cold and relentless, wrestled for space with an overwhelming wave of grief paired with shock.
She couldn't think. She didn't think as she killed the lot of them. Punishing the messenger as well as the guilty parties.
She trembled as the madness reared its head, beckoning her into the abyss. It whispered to her sweet words of revenge, of ways she could kill everyone if she just gave in. It wouldn't right the crime for nothing could make up for such a worldly loss. The world was out of balance and hollow without a soul like Ted Tonks.
She had told them, warned them about Ted. She had offered a sizable bounty for the man alive. She had done all she could to protect him.
It was all for naught.
Ted Tonks was dead and it was her fault.
They had buried him in a pit with the others. Disposed carelessly as if he wasn't a human being. But that was it wasn't it? Ted wasn't seen as a human. He was a muggle born. Sub wizard, sub human.
She clawed at the freshly turned Earth, dogging him up to see for herself.
Maybe they were wrong? Maybe it was another man who had died?
Her vision blurred with tears and she choked on her sobs, her whole body heaving with the force of her sorrow.
It was her fault. All her fault. The thoughts bounced around her head. Your fault. Your fault. You killed him.
She had given up direct oversight of the snatchers. They were under Greyback now. She gave him orders, he was her delegation- enforced by the Dark Lords wishes. As their influence on the government grew, so did her responsibilities. She couldn't oversee every search, every raid, and every trial. She couldn't maintain control over the Watchers and Snatchers, not while doing the training, interrogations, and intelligence briefings and all of that was after she completed whatever task the Dark Lord charged her with. She had to delegate. It was the only way to remain in charge.
But now Ted Tonks was dead.
She stumbled back when she uncovered him. It had been a quick death she had been told. Just like his murderer's death had been.
She had been too kind to his murderer. She should have dragged it out, caused him as much pain as she could, made him realise just what a mistake he had made.
Instead she killed him quickly. Her shock and rage overtaking her so fully and completely that it was the only action she could take.
She couldn't leave him here. He deserved so much more than an unmarked grave.
It was late when she apparated to the Tonks household, covered in dirt and filth from her activities. The tears had dried and she felt numb, hollow as she stared at the doorway.
How could she tell Andromeda? Or Merlin, Dora about her father? How could she face them after such a failure?
She said she could protect him. It was her fault he was dead.
She broke down again when Andromeda answered the door, leaning against the wall for support as she choked out the words.
"It's Ted," was all she managed to get out before Andromeda joined her in her misery.
She braced herself for the accusations, for the blame and suspicion. Instead Andromeda pulled her close, squeezing her so tightly she felt it hard to breathe.
"Dora," andromeda breathed, wrestling with her emotions to regain some composure. Cassiopeia was struck by the image, the way Andromeda so carefully handled her grief. She had seen the same composure in Narcissa. In her own mother. An inner strength, bolts of steel in their personalities that existed to handle strong emotions such as grief.
Narcissa relied on it a lot these days. To deal with the overwhelming pressure of the Dark Lord as a house guest. This wasn't Andromeda Tonks. This was a Black sister taking charge.
She took them both to Dora, she broke the news to her daughter and held her as she cried. She stayed strong when the girls wavered, she supported her very pregnant daughter as she sobbed and offered comfort when she realised her child, her son would never meet their grandfather.
She organised the burial. Choosing a spot that night in a local church yard. They buried him together, the three women, each silent as they worked. Andromeda conjured up the grave stone.
Edward Tonks
1953-1998
Your love will light the way, your memory will be forever with us.
The three stood silently, Andromeda rigid as she looked at her handy work, her throat clenched and lips pursed as she tried to remain strong for her two daughters. Dora was clutching her mother's arm, threatening to collapse under her own weight in grief. Cassiopeia was numb, silent and apart from these proceedings.
She was supposed to protect him. She had failed.
Ted was the most remarkable human being she had ever known. When others recoiled from her with fear or doubt, Ted was always there. He had never given up on her, never lost faith. He had always seen through her moods, broke through her defences and loved her so wholly and unconditionally.
She remembered her first night in the house as a child. How she had a nightmare and shunned her aunt. Ted sat with her. He took her to the arcade the next day, pretending as if nothing had happened at all. His existence proved her mother wrong, Muggleborns were not lesser because there was no one more exceptional than Ted Tonks.
He taught her how to ride a bike, he went looking for her when she ran away, he gave her his bloody name.
And she had let him die.
"Who was it?" Dora finally asked quietly.
"A nobody recruit. He's gone now." Cassiopeia responded.
"Good." Was all she said before wrapping an arm around her. "Good." She breathed.
It was all her fault and despite that her family still accepted her. That was the legacy of Ted Tonks. He had shown them all that she was somehow worthy of love even when she didn't feel like it.
Even when she let him die.
Xxx
It was a week before she was able to show her face again.
Lupin heard the news and had returned to his very pregnant wife. She pretended he didn't exist when she visited. Bloody coward.
They moved Dora to a different place, an old Black family property that was suitably large and right under the nose of the remaining Black sisters. Cassiopeia knew well enough that family properties were the least of the concerns for her mother and Narcissa. The Dark Lord rarely called on her these days, he hardly seemed to be in the country even. His war machine was seemingly unstoppable and he was on some personal quest for knowledge and power. Or so she presumed.
She was reminded again at the mark Ted left on the world in the form of his daughter. Her loyalty and familial love as she was asked to be her son's godmother.
Lupin glowered through the whole offer, staring at her suspiciously. She could hear Molly Weasley in the kitchen, slamming pans around to display her disapproval at her choice. But Dora was not to be swayed and Cassiopeia took her duty very seriously.
She would die for this child. More than anything or anyone else in the world, the continuation of the Tonks line was important. Cassiopeia came from the world of old blood, where lineage was important. Ted Tonks was dead but his legacy would live on in Dora and her child. It had to.
She swore solemnly, on her magic and her life, that she would protect this child. An oath that stunned even Molly Weasley who had been eavesdropping on the affair.
She wouldn't make the same mistake twice.
It was the very next day her oath was put to the test.
She had been having her weekly tea with Ollivander and Luna, the two prisoners in the Malfoy cellar when she was interrupted by a very terrified Draco- her mother was summoning her. He hovered at the top of the makeshift dungeon stairs, calling her to the drawing room.
She frowned, taking a moment to numb herself to her recent grief and tried to project a confident air. She dismissed the food back to the kitchens and with a small nod to Ollivander left to see what her mother could want.
"Mother," she bowed her head a little as she entered the room, already tensing for a curse coming her way. Bellatrix was hard to judge and being summoned was rarely a reward.
"Cassie- look," she hissed, her eyes wild and her movements erratic. She was excited and that generally meant disaster. The prisoners and Catchers that were present served to underline her assumptions.
"Come, closer- closer. It's the mudblood Granger. And here- Weasley."
Her stomach dropped as she looked at the group in front of her. It was Ron and his friend. And if they were there, then that meant—"Potter," her voice wavered as her eyes widened with the realisation.
The boy's face was inflated, swollen and beet red. He wore no glasses, and she could only make out the tiniest smudge across his forehead.
It had to be him. And if it was, then the war was all but over.
"This could be anyone," she breathed, clenching her fists to contain their shaking
She doubled over in pain as her mother sent a swift curse at her, knocking the breath from her lungs.
"Cassiopeia is right. We must be sure Bella." She heard Narcissa say calmly, coldly
Cassiopeia coughed, squeezing her eyes shut as her mind raced for a way out of this situation. It couldn't end like this, not here. Not now.
They were arguing about summoning the Dark Lord, the desperate gleam in Lucius's eyes rivalling the mad fanaticism of his sister in law
"I was about to call him!" said Lucius, and his hand actually closed upon Bellatrix's wrist, preventing her from touching the Mark. "I shall summon him, Bella, Potter has been brought to my house, and it is therefore upon my authority —"
"Your authority!" she sneered, attempting to wrench her hand from his grasp. "You lost your authority when you lost your wand, Lucius! How dare you! Take your hands off me!"
"This is nothing to do with you, you did not capture the boy —"
"Begging your pardon, Mr. Malfoy," interjected Greyback, "but it's us that caught Potter, and it's us that'll be claiming the gold —"
"Gold!" laughed Bellatrix, still attempting to throw off her brother-in-law, her free hand groping in her pocket for her wand. "Take your gold, filthy scavenger, what do I want with gold? I seek only the honor of his — of —" She trailed off, something grabbing her attention.
Cassiopeia was cold as the argument continued, her mind racing. There was no way-no way where this ended well. She had no way of rescuing Potter.
Bellatrix went so quiet and still Cassiopeia was briefly worried Lucius had cursed her. Gleeful at her apparent surrender, Lucius threw her hand from him and ripped up his own sleeve, ready to summon their lord, ready to end the war.
"STOP!" shrieked Bellatrix. "Do not touch it, we shall all perish if the Dark Lord comes now!"
The room went silent at her proclamation, Malfoy's index finger hovering over his own Mark. Cassiopeia's heart sank when she saw what caught her mother's eye. Snape- the bloody idiot.
"What is that?" She said dangerously.
"Sword," grunted the Snatcher.
"Give it to me."
"It's not yorn, missus, it's mine, I reckon I found it." There was a bang and a flash of red light as she cursed the man. The man was lucky she was distracted- it was likely the only reason he was still alive.
There was a roar of anger from his fellows: Scabior, one of the Catchers drew his wand. "What d'you think you're playing at, woman?"
Cassiopeia drew her wand, intercepting one of the curses going towards her mother and knocking her attacker back.
Bellatrix finished the rest, stunning the lot of them. They fell where they stood, all except Greyback, who had been forced into a kneeling position, his arms outstretched.
She stayed back as she watched her mother approach Greyback, the Sword of Gryffindor tightly in hand. The sword Cassiopeia knew to be fake. The one she had ensured wasn't inspected.
"Where did you get this sword?" she whispered to Greyback as she pulled his wand out of his unresisting grip.
"How dare you?" he snarled, his mouth the only thing that could move as he was forced to gaze up at her. He bared his pointed teeth. "Release me, woman!"
"Where did you find this sword?" she repeated, brandishing it in his face. "Snape sent it to my vault in Gringotts!"
"It was in their tent," rasped Greyback.
"Release me, I say!" She waved her wand, and the werewolf sprang to his feet, but appeared too wary to approach her. He prowled behind an armchair, his filthy curved nails clutching its back.
"Draco, move this scum outside," said Bellatrix, indicating the unconscious men. "If you haven't got the guts to finish them, then leave them to Cassiopeia." She sneered at her nephew.
"Don't you dare speak to Draco like —" said Narcissa furiously, but Bellatrix screamed, "Be quiet! The situation is graver than you can possibly imagine, Cissy! We have a very serious problem!" She stood, panting slightly, looking down at the sword, examining its hilt. Cassiopeia held her breath, trying to find any way to turn this situation around.
"Mum, whatever it is, say the word and I'll fix it. I've still got connections in Gringotts." She said, her palms up in surrender.
She was rewarded with a quick snarl and a sharp stinging hex thrown at her. She dismissed her daughter as if she had never spoken and to look at the silent prisoners.
"If it is indeed Potter, he must not be harmed," she muttered, more to herself than to the others. "The Dark Lord wishes to dispose of Potter himself. . . . But if he finds out . . . I must . . . I must know. . . ." She turned back to her sister again.
"The prisoners must be placed in the cellar, while I think what to do!"
"This is my house, Bella, you don't give orders in my —" Lucius interjected, beet red with indignation.
"Do it! You have no idea of the danger we are in!" shrieked Bellatrix. She looked frightening, mad; a thin stream of fire issued from her wand and burned a hole in the carpet.
Narcissa hesitated for a moment, then addressed the werewolf. "Leave us Greyback. Cassiopeia take these prisoners to the cellar and fetch wormtail "
Greyback glowered at his orders and he looked like he was wavering between challenging Bellatrix or accepting his fate. "On whose authority do you make demands," he said jutting out his chin, challenging Narcissa.
Cassiopeia stepped forward, her wand clutched in her hand, emitting warning sparks "On mine. That's an order Greyback."
He eyed her carefully before deflating with a huff. "Fine but this isn't over Lestrange" he growled before leaving.
"Wait," said Bellatrix sharply. "All except . . . except for the Mudblood."
"No!" shouted Ron. "You can have me, keep me!" Bellatrix hit him across the face; the blow echoed around the room.
"If she dies under questioning, I'll take you next," she said. "Blood traitor is next to Mudblood in my book. Take them downstairs, Cassie, and make sure they are secure, but do nothing more to them —yet" Cassiopeia swallowed and nodded, readjusting the grip on her wand. Bellatrix took a short silver knife from under her robes and cut Hermione free from the other prisoners, then dragged her by the hair into the middle of the room.
Cassiopeia gritted her teeth and shuffled the group along. She ushered them with her wand, down into the dark cellar, her mind still racing with a way to make this situation less disastrous.
Ron rushed at her the second they were down in the cellar, his face bright red with rage, his hands still tied behind his back. She tutted, easily overpowering him and wrenching his arm painfully behind his back. It wasn't enough to cause any permanent damage, but it was enough to hurt.
"Really Ron. Did you really think I would be so easy to overpower? What kind of lieutenant would I be if a bound prisoner could best me?" She growled in frustration, throwing him bodily to the ground. "Stay down Weasley." she sighed half heartedly. They were doomed.
There was no way she could summon the Order in time, nor could she get to Lima. She couldn't leave, and she couldn't protect them- not with Potter, from the Dark Lord when he arrived. She was out of ideas and the world was going to hell because of it.
"How could you? I defended you when they said- when I heard you were a Death Eater. I said- no not Cass- she'd never. And yet here you are! You're a bloody monster" he was crying and he was furious. He was also terrified and he was trying so hard to hide it.
She felt a flash of irritation as the boy hurled accusations towards her. How little he understood the realities of the world. "Sorry to break your rosy world view Ronald. But the world isn't fair, adn not all of us have choices. You would do well to shut the bloody hell up about things you couldnt possibly understand."
Ron took another run at her, she sidestepped him, using his momentum to slam him into the wall. "And what about you Ron- you bloody idiot. Do you know what this means for you family? They will have to go into hiding. You've finally given us proof that the Weasleys' are conspiring against the government. That's all I need to round them up and throw them in Azkaban- if theyre lucky. And all because you you- you bloody idiot."
"Don't you ever talk about my family- we gave you everything. Oh I understand all right- you're a murderer. And I am sickened by you." He spat at her, slowly scrambling up.
Casiopeia opened her mouth to retort- shocked at how much his words had cut her when she was interrupted from the cellar door.
"Cassiopeia." Narcissa hissed. "Remember your place. You are needed." She did not wait for her niece to follow, instead marching away- back to the echoing screams of the smart mudblood girl. She deflated a little- shaking her head and left the prisoners down in the cellar.
She sighed when she entered the drawing room once more, taking in the scene. Draco was pale and shaking- looking a little green as he listened to the cries of his former classmate- his eyes fixed firmly on the floor.
Lucius and Narcissa stood to the side, each a little alarmed at the mania Bellatrix had worked herself up into. She was crouching over the girl, pressing her knife into her skin, torturing her slowly as she pressed her for answers.
"I'm going to ask you again! Where did you get this sword? Where?"
"We found it — we found it — PLEASE!" Hermione screamed again.
"Mother." Cassiopeia said firmly, stepping forward, trying to gain control over this situation. "Mother stop- give her a moment-" She grunted, stumbling back as Bellatrix spun on her, brandishing her wand like a whip- sending searing flames towards her. She winced, patting out the smouldering embers in her robes as she glared at her mother, her own wand clutched in her hand.
"How dare you Cassie." Bellatrix hissed, her eyes shining will madness. Her heart sunk- there was no reasoning left in her mother, she was gone and replaced with a mental frenzy.
"You must let the girl breathe Mother or she will perish uselessly." She ground out. She resisted the next curse, flicking it away with her wand much to her mother's surprise. Cassiopeia very rarely fought back against her, and this development sent her even deeper into a rage.
"And what do you care about this mudbloods life?" She roared, her eyes glinting.
"I don't care about her life. I care about the information she has- we have one chance mother, and we must get this right. Let me question her-" She was cut off once more, forced to defend herself against a quick volley of spells that she barely managed to deflect. The woman really was a prodigous force of nature when she put her mind to it. And it seems her mind was solely on punishing her daughter now.
"And just what do you think you know- who taught you?" She sneered, angry sparks shooting out of her wand.
"You did, and so did the Dark Lord. That girl has information we need, and we will not get it if you kill her!"
Bellatrix sniffed, "we have the others. The blood traitor." She said, baring her teeth at her daughter.
Cassiopeia jerked her head in irritation. "No- he might'nt know. Ronald Wealsey was with his family for part of the year- I confirmed this myself. He wasn't always travelling with the girl. He might not know where the sword came from. This girl on the other hand- she will know- she's been missing since July.
We have one chance mum, you trained me for this- we need to handle this correctly." She tried to make the woman see reason, tried to sway her to think rationally. It was a mistake. Bellatrix Lestrange was neither reasonable nor rational. She was mad, fuelled by strong emotions and fanaticism. And she was furious at her daughter.
Cassiopeia raised her wand, steadying herself to face off against her mother. She did put up a fight- however Bellatrix was stronger, she was faster- and she had trained her daughter. She knew all of her weaknesses. She was knocked back against the wall, curling in agony as fire raced through her blood- it felt like she was boiling from the inside out, like there was venom racing through her system, sapping her strength and testing her sanity. She curled into a ball and cried out in pain- utterly useless to stop the interrogation.
Smirking in triumph she turned back to the Granger girl, tutting as the girl tried to crawl away. "Not too fast girl. You are lying, filthy Mudblood, and I know it! You have been inside my vault at Gringotts! Tell the truth, tell the truth!"
She continue her torture, eliciting another terrible scream — Cassiopeia flinced slightly- tryng to fight through the pain, trying to find the source of the curse so she could break it.
"What else did you take? What else have you got? Tell me the truth or, I swear, I shall run you through with this knife!"
There- the curse had grazed her shoulder- she could feel it spreading from there. She gasped as she shifted- clenching her wand and struggling to bring it to her own shoulder- to the epicenter of her pain. If she could just isolate it- she could flick it off.
"What else did you take, what else? ANSWER ME! CRUCIO!" The girls screams helped center Cassiopeia- it fuelled her determination. She couldn't die- she couldn't let another person die needlessly.
"How did you get into my vault?" Bellatrix screamed, becoming fully unhinged. "Did that dirty little goblin in the cellar help you?"
"We only met him tonight!" Hermione sobbed. "We've never been inside your vault. . . . It isn't the real sword! It's a copy, just a copy!"
"A copy?" screeched Bellatrix. "Oh, a likely story!"
"But we can find out easily!" came Lucius's voice. "Draco, fetch the goblin, he can tell us whether the sword is real or not!"
She muttered under her breath- panting and having to start over again. She felt the curse, felt it leaching into her system, she felt the spread of inky dark magic poisoning everything it touched. She could feel her magic surrounding it. The room faded away- the noises muffling and moving into the background as she felt the magic in it's raw form, as she opened herself up to viewing the magic in it's fundamental form. Her skin prickled with the ambient magic in her environment, and her senses zeroed in on the curse.
She distantly heard Draco come back with the Goblin. She had fully surrounded the curse with her magic when she heard a pop in the cellar- the shift in magic was so subtle, she would've missed it entirely if she wasn't already tuning into the ambient environmental magic.
"What was that?" shouted Lucius Malfoy distantly- he sounded muffled- underwater as she worked to shake free of the debilitating curse her mother had cast. "Did you hear that? What was that noise in the cellar? Draco — no, call Wormtail! Make him go and check!"
Bellatrix manhandled the goblin, pushing him to the ground and reluctantly givng him the sword in question. The Granger girl was suspiciously quiet now. "Well?" Bellatrix said to Griphook. "Is it the true sword?" The room collectively held it's breath as they waited for the golbin to speak.
Cassiopeia jerked her wand away from her shoulder, taking with it the curse her mother had attached to her. She sighed in relief, panting as she struggled to regain her senses and her energy. She had to do something.
"No," said Griphook. "It is a fake."
"Are you sure?" panted Bellatrix. "Quite sure?"
"Yes," said the goblin.
Cassiopeia groaned, finally rolling to her side before pushing herself off the ground. She looked at her mother, and the relief that stole across her face, all tension drained from it.
"Good," she said, and with a casual flick of her wand she slashed another deep cut into the goblin's face, and he dropped with a yell at her feet. She kicked him aside. "And now," she said in a voice that burst with triumph, "we call the Dark Lord!" And she pushed back her sleeve and touched her forefinger to the Dark Mark.
Cassiopeia's heart stopped- coughing out in alarm, trying to raise her wand to stop the mad woman. But it was too late- she felt it in her scar- he was coming. She stumbled to her feet, leaning against the wall, frozen in horror.
"And I think," said Bellatrix's voice, "we can dispose of the Mudblood. Cassiopeia, I see you're up again-take her out back to finish her."
"NOOOOOOOOOOOO!"
Cassiopeia started at the sound, spinning wildly with her wand raised to find the source of the noise.
It was Ron Weasley, who had burst into the drawing room, a wand clutched in his hands.
Bellatrix looked around, shocked; she turned her wand to face Ron instead — "Expelliarmus!" Ron roared, pointing his stolen wand at Bellatrix, and hers flew into the air and was caught by Harry Potter, who had sprinted after Ron.
Lucius, Narcissa, Draco wheeled about their own wands raised, Cassiopeia hesitated, still in shock at the sudden turn of events.
"Stupefy!" Potter yelled and Lucius Malfoy collapsed onto the hearth. Jets of light flew from Draco's and Narcissa's wands; the boy threw himself to the floor, rolling behind a sofa to avoid them.
"STOP OR SHE DIES!" Cassiopeia spun to her mother, who was supporting Hermione, who seemed to be unconscious, and was holding her short silver knife to Hermione's throat. Of course, Bellatrix was more than her wand- she always had weapons.
"Drop your wands," she whispered. "Drop them, or we'll see exactly how filthy her blood is!"
Cassiopeia stumbled forward, towards her mother- her legs stiff from the curse and her heart still racing, her wand was clutched tightly in her hand, but not raised- not yet.
Her eyes focussed on Ron, who was clutching his stolen wand, and on Potter who held her mother's wand.
"I said, drop them!" Bellatrix screeched, pressing the blade into Hermione's throat.
"She'll do it boys." Cassiopeia said lowly, looking meaningfully to the boys as her mother's knife cut into the girls throat, drawing a few drops of blood. "Best listen to her." she said.
"All right!" Potter shouted, and Cassiopeia sighed as both the boys dropped their wands and raised their hands to shoulder height. It had been quite the surprise- but not enough.
"Good!" she leered. "Draco, pick them up! The Dark Lord is coming, Harry Potter! Your death approaches!" Cassiopeia shuddered, fear prickling at her skin. For just a second, she had believed Potter was going to escape.
"Now," said Bellatrix softly, as Draco hurried back to her with the wands, "Cissy, I think we ought to tie these little heroes up again, Cassiopeia you take care of this little Mudblood, you are not to be quick with it either Cassie- prove to me where your loyalties lie" She hissed at her daughter, glaring dangerously.
Cassiopeia was about to retort when she heard a peculiar grinding noise from above. She looked up just in time to see the crystal chandelier tremble; then, with a creak and an ominous jingling, it began to fall. Her mother was directly beneath it; she dropped Hermione, and threw herself aside with a scream. Cassiopeia jerked away from the chandelier, casting a quick shielding charm to divert the worst of the shrapnel coming her wal.
The chandelier crashed to the floor in an explosion of crystal and chains, falling on top of Hermione and the goblin, who still clutched the sword of Gryffindor. Glittering shards of crystal flew in all directions: Draco doubled over, his hands covering his bloody face.
Cassiopeia watched the scene as if she were in a dream. Ron ran to pull Hermione out of the wreckage and Potter ran over to the cowering Draco and pulled all three of the wands from his grip. He then pointed them all directly at her and yelled, "Stupefy!"
She stood there stupidly, watching the boys and made no move to defend herself. The wind was knocked out of her as all three spells hit her, launching her up into the ceiling and then onto the floor.
Pain, her world was pain as she felt as several of her bones shatter from the pressure of the fall. She tasted blood and she could feel bits of teeth come loose in her mouth. She struggled to breath, finding her chest curiously compressed, each breath causing her more pain. Her head swam and the room spun.
She could hear the distant screams of rage from her mother, she saw a curious looking house elf sweeping away Potter and his friends and she almost laughed. It came out as a dull wheeze, the movement causing fresh waves of pain to over take her body.
She gave into the darkness, falling into the bliss of unconsciousness, content with the fact that Potter was safe. He had escaped. The war wasn't over.
Not yet.
A/n I am sooo sorry for how long this took me to write- I had to keep going back to the book to remember exactly how this scene went. We dont see Dobby's full rescue because well- being thrown into the ceiling and then falling from the ceiling will definitely result in some crushing injuried. I reckon she had some shattered ribs, her face is heavily fractured, and she would have some internal bleeding. Not pretty at all.
