This story is being rewritten, with chapters 10-13 being up! There's a lot more details, grammar issues fixed and runs more smoothly, so I really recommend rereading them! Story is also under AO3 under my username, Fireiseverywhere!

Also my heart. Writing sweet and innocent Ella is basically just fun, adorable and somehow really hard to write like? And my dumbass forgot how she is now nine because birthdays. Also, her birthday is January 9th. As soon as I get this entire mess rewritten, I'll add it in.

Chapter 33: Family Reunion

The sun shone brightly over the hills, its rays of light streaming through the window amidst the dark curtains, semi-blocking the sun rays. A mass of dirty-blonde curls was plastered all over a pale-blue pillowcase as a small form of a child, no older than nne was noticed underneath a pile of blankets. Fingers twitched subtly, as she clawed the silk sheets as dark, skeletal claws reached out for her, with its raggidy black cloak in the background…

Brown eyes opened, muscles tightening expecting to see the cloak-figured belonging to dementors, and the endless prison bars in front of her, but they weren't there. It took only a few minutes before Ella's mind finally caught up to her surroundings and that she was still safe in Malfoy Manor.

Ella shifted underneath her covers until her body was facing upright and her face was pointed up towards the ceiling. Her brown eyes stared up at the ceiling, wondering what she was going to do. She ran her tongue over her lips, noticing that they were cracked and dry and there wasn't any wetness in her mouth.

She expected to hear footsteps through the corridors, or any noise for that matter but there was no sound, save for her breathing. She took a couple of deep breaths, focusing on her breathing, and what she could see- to help stop the traumatic memories, at least that's what her therapist said.

Right now, her mouth was dry and she needed something to drink.

"Tippy?" She asked, sitting up from her bed, until the covers only covered up the lower portion.

A small loud pop echoed through the room with a house elf with large ears, green tennis-ball shaped eyes, and wearing a raggedy pillowcase. The elf's green eyes stared at her and she asked in a squeaky tone,

"What could Tippy do for you, mistress Ella?"

"A glass of water."

With another pop, the house elf was gone. Ella curled herself up more, finding a few small stuffed animals that lined her bed, and would have been hidden if not for the movement she was causing. She looked up in another pop signalling the elf had returned, holding a glass of water in its hand.

She took it from the elf, taking a nice long drink from the glass as the elf disappeared. The cold, wet moisture soothed the dryness that was caked over her mouth and lips, and she put it down once she was satisfied, on the nightstand. She resumed what she was doin in contemplating her thoughts, content that she was no longer parched.

Now, what was she going to do today?

She wished she could spend the day with Harry or even Draco, but they were probably busy doing whatever they had planned for that day, particularly Harry. Harry never seemed to have time for her, even right now in the middle of the summer holidays. She knew Harry had a life- he had his own plans, his own life and yet, here she was, wishing that she would have a little piece back in Harry's life.

Months ago, she thought it would be like old times again, besides the absence of shackles and bars. She wanted to tell him the news sooner, but she knew her recovery- from the experience and the traumatic memories that lingered, she wasn't quite ready. She had to focus on herself- finding healthy ways in coping with her experience, even her therapist told her that she shouldn't worry about contacting anyone when she had to prioritise herself first.

And so she did.

When he came to visit, she saw the shock written all over his face. For that one day, she thought she had her Harry back, but that moment was quickly gone as he was distracted and didn't have the time to talk to her. She sighed in frustration, wondering what to do as she was most likely on her own.

Ella thought about going through the countless rooms belonging to Malfoy Manor, causing a little mischief or finding anything that would entertain her, but she knew she wasn't going to do that. She had no idea if the Dark Lord was in the manor or not.

She knew yesterday he was in the manor. She could feel the dark magic radiating in the air, in most particular in uncle Lucius's study, so she avoided the area; avoided most areas where the adults were, enjoying the solitude that it brought her. She also noticed that everyone was busy preparing for something, something big. She knew no adults told her or Draco, but Harry seemed content about what was going on.

Maybe it was a plan to help get her mama and papa, and uncle out of prison?

A small knock was heard on her white door, interrupting her line of thoughts. She looked at the door, wondering who it may be. It was probably Harry or Draco, as her uncle Lucius and aunt Cissy's knock was much louder, and so was Draco's at time, so it had to be Harry.

"Come in," Ella spoke quietly, enough to be audible.

The door opened to reveal the silky, raven-haired eleven-year-old boy, with his green eyes slightly glowing. They were still so eerie, but even more today. He was in a dark, black robe that matched his hair, but what was weird was that there was a small smile on his features. He never smiled; he never really showed much emotions, but the look on his face was pure happiness.

"Ella… Get up from your bed, I have a present for you."

Ella's brown eyes sparkled at the mention of a present. She wondered what it was and more importantly why Harry was giving her a present. He was never a gift-giver, but right now, it was just old times again when they were back in Azkaban, when he told her stories or held her hand especially when she just got thrown in.

Ella got up from the bed, and headed to Harriosn with a small spring in her step. A smile grazed her features as she took Harry's hand, and walked through the very long, isolating corridor at times. She knew Draco just a couple doors, but there were times when he didn't feel like entertaining her or when he was at Hogwarts.

"What is it?" Ella asked, unable to keep the curiosity away.

"You'll see in a few minutes," was all Harry told her.

"Harry," She whined.

That was the end of the conversation, the only sound save for their breathing, was their sound of footsteps being slightly muffled against the carpet. Portraits, windows and statues littered all across the hallways; all of them looking grander and grander than the next one. Ella wondered where they were going, but she knew they were getting closer and closer to the west wing.

Suddenly, they stopped at a wide set of brown doors that led to somewhere. All she knew was that she was in the west wing, and somehow Harry had a surprise waiting for her beyond these doors. Ella scrunched her eyebrows together, wondering what they were doing here in all places. She never had the chance to explore the west wing but uncle Lucius, told her not to go in there when she was first released and into their care.

"What are we doing here?" She whispered, clutching Harry's hand.

Her instincts were telling her to go back, and go somewhere else, but another part of her wondered what was beyond the door, and what Harry told her earlier.

"You'll see."

Harry opened the doors, and revealed several witches and wizards, healers from what it looked like, standing next to people who were exhausted on makeshift hospital beds. Some of them looked like they looked like they had been through hell and back. Some of them looked well enough that they were able to sit up and start talking to their neighbor. Some healers were busy casting healing spells while some were pouring potions into the patients' mouths. What scared her the most was the familiar dirty, black and white prison uniform, everyone who was in a bed had gaunt faces- some of them looking like practical skeletons- bones prodding out from every inch, and the hollow look on their faces.

She studied them for a few seconds, who they were. They were obviously from Azkaban, but how come they were here. She didn't recognize their faces, but if they were indeed from Azkaban, that meant her mama, papa and uncle should be somewhere in here.

She looked around the other side, spotting the fair-haired aunt Cissy who was busy, chatting with another person- probably a healer or something. She looked around, expecting to see her mama, with her wild black hair, but she couldn't find her. Disappointment swelled in her heart and she was about to frown before Harry tugged on her arm, and guided her gently into the room.

It wasn't until they passed several beds, and healers that Ella started noticing people who were oddly familiar. She noticed the long, brown, disheveled hair that hung loosely around his face. There was Barty Crouch Jr. with his straw-blonde hair, and from what it looked like to be several skeletal-like faces, with curly hair lying limp. If this was Fenrir and Barty, then that means her uncle, papa and mama had to be here also!

She followed Harry, taking small steps as she studied the faces. It wasn't until she started looking in front of her that she saw curly, black hair that stuck in several places and she couldn't believe her eyes. It was her mama, her curls hiding her face as she talked to several other people who she had to guess was her papa and uncle. She was sitting up from her bed, the covers barely covering the lower portion.

Tears started streaming down Ella's face as she continued to stare down at her mama. Her grip loosened around Harry's fingers, her small feet carried her until she reached her mama.

"Mama!"

Familiar brown eyes looked at her, with shock written all over her mama's features. It didn't take long for Ella to teach, with her arms outstretched, as she took in her mama's form. She waited for this moment for years, and now- here they were, in the same room, without any shackles or prison bars holding them back, and they were able to hug and embrace freely.

"Oh, my sweet girl.. You're here," her mama whispered in her ears, her arms wrapped around Ella as tightly as she could muster, as if this was a dream and when they woke up, they would be apart once more, but this moment felt so real. "I've been dreaming of this moment for so long."

"So have I," She whispered, unable to let go of her mama. "I thought I wouldn't see you for a good while."

"I'm here now, and I'm not going anywhere," Bellatrix said, before pressing a kiss to Ella's temple. "Come here, let me see how the Malfoys have been treating you."

Ella lessened her grip on her mama, and sat up, but itching towards her mama. Ella's brown eyes looked into her mom's. She could see Bellatrix's pale fingers glided through her hair gently, through the brown roots that were getting noticeable every passing day. She had her mama's curls, where these days it was impossible to tame, so she just let it be.

"You're looking so much better than when you left." Her mother cupped her cheek. "Save for the gaunt look… Perhaps, in time it'll fade away just like Harry's."

Ella took a quick glance over at harry. He was standing right next to them, with no emotions on his face. He was standing there, watching them as they enjoyed this little family reunion. She returned her attention back to her mama. Her mama beckoned for the two across from them, all sitting on the edge of the beds, and Ella soon found herself in another hug, but this time with her papa and uncle involved.

"Do you know how long we have been for this moment," She heard her papa whisper into her ear.

"Longer than I have?" Ella suggested.

A couple of chuckles were heard, and Ella couldn't help but smile at it. This was pleasant.

"Dumbledore is never getting his hands on you again… " Bellatrix hissed. "He will pay for sending you to that orphanage, and to that god awful prison."

"I know, mama," Ella whispered. "Just not right now. Can we enjoy our time as a family for once?"

Everyone smiled including Ella, as this moment was more important and special than Dumbledore and his scheming plans.

"How did you get out of prison?"

She heard a couple of sighs, and she wondered if she'd asked the wrong question.

"You'll hear about it soon… Let's just say, the Dark Lord didn't forget about his followers."

…

Dumbldore gripped the Daily Prophet tightly, his knuckles turning white as he reread the words for the dozenth time.

MASS BREAKOUT AT AZKABAN

By: Rita Skeeter

The Ministry of Magic announced late last night that there has been a mass breakout from Azkaban.

Speaking to reporters in his private office, Lucius Malfoy, Minister for Magic, confirmed that ten high-security prisoners and several others escaped in the late hours during the night. He has already informed the Muggle Prime Minister of the dangerous nature of these individuals.

"It is unfortunate that a breakout at Azkaban happened late last night. A magnitude this great suggests outside help. We are doing everything we can to round up the criminals and ask for the magical community to remain alert and cautious," Lucius Malfoy told the prophet.

Among these prisoners was Bellatrix Lestrange, Fenrir Greyback, Rabastian and Rodolphus Lestrange, and Barty Crouch Jr. For more information on the escapees, check out page three.

We don't have any news on who the culprit behind this breakout is, but several anonymous sources tell us that Lord Peverell and heir Slytherin, nee Potter, may have been the one who have been behind the attack. The former inmate of Azkaban has had contact with the escapees before he was released from prison. He may have wanted to help the escapees, but we'll let you readers figure that out for yourself.

"So it has begun," Dumbledore murmured.

I was so excited for this chapter because I was so looking forward to it, as Ella finally reunited with her parents and uncle. I'm so excited for the next few chapters because there's so much things going on.