Chapter 7: Below the Belt
(A/N this whole chapter is in 3rd person, (for it reasons you will soon find out). unless it's otherwise posted)
Hope walked out of her bedroom wearing a beautiful satin blue gown. Ella's mother's beautiful satin blue gown.
"Oh, sweetheart! You look absolutely fabulous" Destiny said, "Where did you get that dress? We didn't buy that!"
"It was Ella's mother's. She's dead, and Ella will never need it. So I've claimed it as mine," Hope said with a smug look on her malicious face. Destiny hugged her daughter in congratulations.
"The prince will be here any moment. Mother, will you stop! You'll ruin my make-up!" Hope screamed, backing up from her mother. Then here was a curt knock at the door, and the 3 women jumped. Faith, not caring if the prince picked her sister or not, headed for the stairs.
"The Prince! Faith! Get the door! What manners have you?" Hope snarled. She was always like this to Faith, even though they were twins.
"Deep breath, Sister. You look like you've just jumped out of the shower!" Faith joked and she opened the door.
"You Bitch,"
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"Dear, stop pacing the floor, you run a hole through it!" Lily told her very worried son.
"Mum. I don't know where Ella is! That what's worrying me! I don't know where she bloody is!" Harry said, his anger surging through him.
"Don't use that language with me. I know you are worried, and we'll find her, I promise!" Lily said, putting a hand on her very tall son's shoulder.
"Sorry, mum," Harry said smiling down at her.
James walked into the room with a small smirk playing on his lips.
"You found Ella!" Harry said, running to his father.
"Not exactly. But Hermione just stormed over to the Black Manor and with that temper she has, we'll find her in no time." James said, patting Harry's shoulder.
Harry snorted. But he was still worried. He was worried that they'd find her body, and not her. He fell to the floor and put his hands to his face. The he looked up at his parents. His father was holding his mother's hand, as if it was going to break if he held it too hard. He saw a glimmer of light reflect off his mother's diamond ring. She never took it off, and he got and idea.
"Dad, can we take a walk?" Harry asked, standing up from the floor.
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"Help me! Anybody! I need to get out of here!" Ella whispered into the darkness. She stood up, feeling for the stairs, and as she stepped, she hit something solid. She was confused for a moment, and then bent to pick it up.
"A flashlight! Aha!" Ella said, then she flipped the switch, "Let there be light!"
The flashlight shone onto an old wooden desk. Ella smiled, realizing whose desk it was.
"Daddy's old desk! Oh, Parchment! INK! Ahahaha!" Ella said running over to the desk. Then she heard a faint tapping on the small window.
"Hedwig! You smart, beautiful owl," Ella said, "lemme write a quick note to Harry..."
Harry,
Help me, please! I'm in the cellar of my manor. I've probably had a concussion, and I'm HUNGRY...Can't write much, not enough ink
I love you
Ella Morgan Black
She clasped the scroll onto Hedwig's leg prayed for the best
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"I beg your pardon?" Destiny said
"You heard me. You greedy bitch," Hermione said (A/N: a little OOC, I know, but it fit) stepping in from outside.
"I don't understand..."
"Of course you don't! You are incompetent. Let. Ella. Go. Or I will have you and your 2 brats thrown into jail for slavery and child neglect,"
"You have no authority over me. I do not have to comply with your wishes!" Destiny said, backing up in retreat.
"Au contraire, madam. My fia—Husband, is Best Friend to Prince Harry Potter. I am treated like family when I visit the castle. Harry has been one of my closest friends since Hog-school, as well. So, madam, I have more pull in this Kingdom then you may think," Hermione said, signaling in 2 royal guards from outside, "So, where did you say Ella was?"
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"Now, my son, what did you want to talk about?" James Potter asked, as he and his son walked along the garden path.
"How old were you when you asked mum to marry you?" Harry asked, hoping for the answer he wanted.
"18," James smiled, knowing the question, and readying his answer.
"Okay...Since you are Ella's legal guardian...May I have Ella's hand in Marriage?" Harry asked, trying to find the perfect words for this unforgettable occasion, "I would've gone to her father, but...under the circumstances...you know why."
"Yes, you may have Ella's hand in marriage. Oh, and talk to your mother, she may have something that will interest you," James said, seeing the happiness in his son's eyes.
Harry walked, almost ran, back into the castle to tell his mother that he was going to marry Ella Black. As soon as he reached the throne room, Hedwig landed on his shoulder.
"Good girl," he said, then continuing to walk towards his mother.
"MUM!" Harry said, "I'm going to propose to Ella!"
Lily smiled and motioned for Harry to follow her into her room. She opened a small jewelry box and turned to Harry.
"Use this as your engagement ring. It was Morgan's, and when she died; Sirius said that I should take it for safe keeping until the day a young man decided to marry his little girl. I'm giving this to you now, not only because it belongs to Ella, but we, the Blacks and the Potters always thought that you two would get married, arranged or on your own. I think that it is funny how things turned out," Lily rambled. Harry just smiled and shook his head, "What has Hedwig got?"
"Oh! The letter!" Harry said as he relived Hedwig of the message, the owl hooted and flew off, "it's from Ella!"
Harry read through the letter twice, and the sprinted out to the stables and jumped on his horse, Zeus.
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Ella's head shot up towards the ceiling, as she heard footsteps over the door. Then there was the sound of a key unlocking the door and footsteps running down the staircase.
"ELLA! OH MY GOD, ELLA!" Hermione screamed as she pulled her into a tight embrace.
"'Mione. Can't. Breathe." Ella said, even though she was glad to see her friend.
"Oh, sorry...lets get you outta here," Hermione said, taking Ella's hand and leading her up the stairs.
"Can I sit down? I have this terrible headache," Ella said clasping her head.
"When we get back to the castle, the first thing you're doing is, after you see Harry, lying down so the Mediwitch can see if you're okay," Hermione said, very fast. Ella nodded.
Then Destiny, Hope and Faith walked into the room.
"That is my MOTHER's dress, you have no right wearing it" Ella said, advancing towards her step-sister.
"Yes, and she's dead," Hope said, with a look of faux sympathy. Ella started towards Hope, but Hermione held her back.
"I'll deal with you three later, after I get rid of this headache that you caused," Ella spat. The next thing that happened was sort of expected. There was another knock at the door, and the guards stood up straighter.
"The Prince!" Destiny and Hope screamed.
"Great..." Faith said, but Ella didn't hear the knock or the announcement of who it was. She only knew it was her Harry, when he walked in the door.
"Harry," she whispered, and stood up, trying to get to him, trying to apologize. But, Hope was quicker, since she was standing near the door.
"Your Highness," Hope said bowing, "I'm so glad you decided to come to our manor to choose your bride. I speak 3 different languages, and I would make a great mother!"
"Please move, Miss," Harry said making his way toward Ella, in his eyes, there was a look of concern.
"You don't want to see her. She's no fun, she's only a peasant. She works in the fireplace," Hope said.
"You want somebody with a title, Your Highness," Destiny said bowing "My daughter, Hope Angelique Isabelle Rousseau-Black, Countess of Lascaux, France."
"Nice to meet you. May I see Ella, please?" Harry said, pushing past the annoying women.
Hermione, this whole time, was leading Ella into her bedroom. She jerked her head in the direction of Ella's bedroom and Harry nodded.
When they reached the bedroom, Ella started crying.
"El, hunny, why are you crying? You're leaving this dreaded place. You're going with your Prince Charming, and you'll live Happily Ever After!" Hermione said hugging Ella.
"I...I-I just think that I'm betraying my dad by leaving this house. I have memories here...I hate the people living here, just this place is so special to me..." Ella said, burying her face in her hands.
Harry then walked in the room, covered in, what it looked like, handkerchiefs and kisses. Hermione looked at him oddly and he wiped off the lipstick on his cheek.
"Ella?" Harry said, walking over to her
"Harry!" Ella said flinging herself onto him.
'They fit together like a puzzle...I'll just sneak out of here and find Ron' Hermione thought as she smiled at the two.
"I was so worried! As soon as I got your letter, I took off. But I guess I was too late. Hermione is such a good person," Harry said, not letting go.
They kissed then. It wasn't a 'Honey I'm home' kind of kiss. It was a kiss of true love, something passionate, and meaningful.
"I was so afraid. There was no food down there, and I thought that maybe you had forgotten, and taken Hope or Faith back to the castle...but...I'm sorry I doubted you..." Ella said through her tears.
"Shhh...Its okay, Cinderella," Harry joked.
"I love you," Ella said smiling.
"Ella? Can I ask you a question?"
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So what did you guys think of that? You now the reason that it was in third person. They rest of the story will be back in 1st person. Okay? Have FUN!