Hermione winced as she saw the neon green light flash before her blurred eyes. Pain shot through her, and she knew it was all over. Avada kedavra, the Unforgivable death spell hit her in a beam of pain. Out of the corner of her eye, she saw a soft ice blue spell coming at her at the same speed. It was mobilicorpus, the spell to move ones body when they are immobile. Suddenly, they clashed together upon her frail torso, and she flung backwards, into something sharp and stone. Darkness overtook her tear streaked vision.
Narcissa watched as her mobilicorpus spell struck Hermione's petite form. She went flying back, and roughly hit the grey brick wall behind her. Her bloodied body fell atop Ginny Weasleys whimpering body, crouched in the corner. Their forms slowly faded away, invisible. Or so it seemed. Or was it that they weren't there at all? She could only hope her plan had worked, just as it had with the others...
Hermione's vision slowly grew white with searing light. For a second, she wondered if she was in the hospital... But then, she heard Ginny's frightened voice. Her squeaky voice quivered as she pleaded with her to wake up. When the 16 year old saw her awake, she threw herself onto the girl and squeezed as hard as she possibly could, as if trying to sink into her body, and become her. Hermione struggled to set up, and when she did, she was horrified by what she saw. All around her was stone walls, engulfing the three. Wait... THREE??? Hermione's eyes widened in shock as she gazed at the small girl in the corner. Her straight platinum blonde hair was brushed neatly, and tiny robins-egg-blue ringlets were scattered upon her head. Two on each side, one in back, and a single wavy blue strand hung over her ice blue eyes. Lovely, absolutely lovely, Hermione thought to herself as she took in the petite girls appearance. She looked to be about Ginny's age, maybe a year younger, she couldn't tell. The girl wore an ice blue dress of nylon, see through over her pale skin. A matching, yet not see through, spaghetti sleeved dress wrapped around her curvy form beneath the nylon. A soft blue lip gloss, only slightly noticeable, coated her lips, and Hermione watched as she pursed them. The girls gaze raised to meet hers, and she gave a gentle smile of wonder. "I..I'm Daiquiri Jade..."(Daa-kur-E) Her voice cracked, as if she hadn't spoken in weeks. Slowly rising to her feet, she gracefully stepped over to the two girls. She extended her hand, and spoke softly a language Hermione didn't understand, but had heard before. "Et toi?" And you...
The three girls had sat against the walls for hours, discussing Daiquiri, and many other subjects as well. Daiquiri was Narcissa's daughter, condemned for eternity to live in the safe confines of this cell. She couldn't leave this cell, for her father didn't know she lived. Her father couldn't know, or else he would murder her for being the daughter of Narcissa's affair, John Willis. John also passed on his animegus form, the snow leopard. She spoke fluent French, as well as English. She had turned 16 two months ago, her favorite color was ice blue and midnight blue, and Narcissa comes every morning, afternoon, and dinner to feed and visit her. "Do others ever come..?" Hermione hesitantly inquired. The innocent girl smiled softly, as if in memory, and replied in a far off tone, "Every chance he gets, my brother, Draco, comes... But father.... He does not allow him to come, so he must only come when father is gone. I do miss him so... I wish I could tell him once more je t'aime Draco. He does not hear it hardly enough, and nor do I." Hermione looked at her questioningly, and with a chuckle, she clarified, "I love you Draco. It's French of course!" Suddenly, a large door appeared in the wall, and began to creak open.
Three pairs of shocked eyes greeted Narcissa as she walked in. Cocoa, amber, and ice. "I have come to explain.." She said, as the three stared in wonder. "And.." she reluctantly began, "I wish you two to meet someone special." That's when Hermione saw her. Eyes the color of emerald, hair the color of flames, licking a delicate, freckled, face. Lily's lovely face.
As she stared out at the three girls, Lily let her gaze travel over each one. Unruly curls of coffee brown hair, straight sleek rose red hair, and, of course, strangely unique blonde, blue, straight, and curly hair. The girl immediately rose to her blue silk slippered feet and rushed into her arms. Lily held her close, as if she were her own daughter. Rarely she came to see her, for she must keep secret from the world, in Narcissa's home. Of course, this wasn't just any old home... This was Narcissa's mind. Literally. Combined with the killing spell, the moving spell literally transferred the girls into Narcissa's mind. Narcissa had first discovered this when trying to save Lily's life, by sending her somewhere else, anywhere else. And this was where her save haven was.
"H..how?? You're suppose to be dead!!! Gone! You aren't suppose to exist!!!!" Tears welled up in Hermione's eyes, and a single one slid like a drop of blood down her rosy cheek.
Before she answered, Lily thought about the three girls differences, reminded of her friends and her. Hermione was like Andromida, Bellatrix and Narcissa's sister. She was slightly tanner than the other two, with rosy cheeks and healthy, caring, cocoa colored eyes. Andromada had wavy brown hair, a bit tamer than this girls, and light brown eyes as well. She had been perfectly tan from constantly being out in the sun in the forest, enjoying natures wonders. Ginny was like herself, with her pale, slightly less freckled cheeks, and her gentle, innocent eyes, though a different color. She herself had been pale, but had often gone swimming, getting a rosy tan only during the summers. Daiquiri was like her mother... Soft and sweet. She was light all around. Pale skin, light, shoulder-length, blonde hair, and ice blue eyes. She was the exact opposite of Bellatrix, her aunt, who was perfectly dark. Tan skin, straight, waist-length, ebony hair, nearly black, dark brown eyes... Strangely, Lily missed her, even though she had turned to Voldimort for comfort in life. Lily had always seen the overwhelming pain in her dark eyes, and had never truly known how to help her... something Lily was not use to.
Reaching out to her, Hermione desperately wanted to believe that this was real. But, how could she? This woman had been dead for years!!! The mother of her best friend... Lily grabbed her hand, and held it tightly. Hermione was shocked. She squeezed, to find that Lily was actually there. Her skin was smooth and soft, but her fingertips were callused from hard work. She knew instantly that while she was here, Lily didn't just sit around and do nothing. She worked. She planned. She did anything and everything she could to ensure her sons safety. "How?" Hermione listened intently as Lily began to explain how she had lived. "Narcissa hit me with the mobilicorpus spell at exactly the same time as Voldimort hit me with..." She paused. Hermione flinched and grimaced at his name, but said nothing as she listened and waited. "The death spell.. I dare not say it, for it haunts me so." Her voice was elegant and her words intricate, as Hermione listened. "Why didn't you come back? Why?" She questioned with confusion. Lily sighed, and replied sadly, "Because if I did, he would know. For my plan to save us to work, he must never find me... Or you Hermione." How does she know my name?? Hermione thought with shock.
Harry watched as his best friend fell to the ground, unconscious. "Ron!!!" he called out in fright and painful worry. He fell to his knees beside Ron, and slowly lifted him into his arms. Ron was alive! Gagging down a sob of relief, he gently lied Ron back down. Jumping to his feet, he pointed his wand at the nearest Deatheater, and the one that had knocked Ron out. "Crucio!!!" He shouted in anger. The man crumpled to the ground in pain, as he cried out. His hood fell back to reveal Lucius Malfoy. He looked up into Harry's eyes with menace and loathing. Kicking Lucius in the side, Harry screeched, "Don't you ever touch anyone I love again!!!!!" With a sigh of relief as his rage floated away, he watched the man withering on the ground. "You helped kill my parents...this is what you deserve.." He quietly said, as he pointed his wand at him.
Dumbldore watched as Harry pointed his wand at the man, and couldn't help but wince. He knew, that in that moment, Harry's true innocence would be lost forever. Your first kill, no matter if it's during war or not, breaks you. It destroys you from the inside out, and he could only hope that Harry would be lucky enough to survive the loss and pain.
When the battle was over, everyone gathered together in a large room at the Ministry of Magic. Dombledore, Severus, Minister Fudge, and several other Ministry members, along with other professors of Hogwarts, counted the missing, dead, injured, and healthy. Minister Fudge stood before everyone and tapped his glass of butterbear. Everyone went eerily silent. "I have accounted for everyone, dead and alive..." he began, "42 dead, 50 alive. Now, let us mourn those gone and passed." Silence floated through the air, until, finally, he continued. "There are four missing. Hermione Granger.." Several throughout the crowd gasped, and Harry's eyes filled with terror that his friend was probably dead. "Ginny Weasley..." Harry glanced back, as if searching for Ron, but knew that he wasn't there. He had been rushed to the hospital as soon as possible. "Draco Malfoy...." No one was shocked, for everyone suspected that he was secretly working for the Deatheaters against them all. "and Narcissa Malfoy." Narcissa, they knew, had joined them in the battle, after divorcing Lucius 2 months prior to the first battle. She still slithered throughout the shadows, and no one in their right mind trusted her completely. "I saw Narcissa! I saw her with that.. Bellatrix!" With disgust, Seamus spat out the woman's name. Everyone's eyes turned to him. "I saw her, and I swear that she is working against us!! Don't you trust her, that devil of you-know-who!!!"
Author note: Hey Shaye!!! Hope you like this story! I dedicate it to you! You're my best friend and the only person to truly understand me. Thanks. Lylas! Oh, and for all the kind people to read my story, please review! Good or bad, I don't mind, because I really just want to know what everyone thinks! Thank you. Smiles brightly