Chapter 11
Horrified, Ebony's legs gave way, and she collapsed on the floor next to Draco, shock making her strangely calm as she checked for a pulse, it was there, it was faint, it was erratic, but it was there. The jiggling of a doorknob snapped her out of her stupor and she blinked, her cheeks were already soaked from the pearly tears she hadn't even realised she was crying. Lucius and Narcissa burst into the room, 'I'm beginning to see a pattern here', Ebony thought wryly as she was shoved unceremoniously out of Lucius' way and into the hard post of the bed, knocking the wind out of her. As she lay, gasping for breath, Lucius advanced on her, wand held out, and Ebony had the chance to see just how similar he, and the unconscious boy on the floor were, although, Ebony noted, hatred had not yet scared Draco's features as it had with Lucius', and he had retained his innocence in a way she was sure his father never had.
Her reverie was broken by the feel of a wand tip poking sharply into her windpipe. "Talk" snarled Lucius, his normally handsome features warped by the anger on his face, "what did you do to my son, you little hussy!"
Frozen in place by the fury in Lucius' eyes, Ebony stuttered and her animalistic nature took over, she was human, then rat, hyena, seagull, chinchilla, mouse, gerbil, deer, rabbit, fox, on and on, changing, sly, slinking animals, frightened, timid animals, fast, furious animals, her emotions portrayed in the blurry fur and flesh as she shifted from change to change. In the middle of a change from a Chihuahua to a sparrow, a hand snaked out and grabbed her throat, the shock pulled Ebony back to her human form. The only problem was, that, as with all her changes, only the tightest of clothes stayed on her. So, when she resumed human form, she was naked and shivering, clawing at her clothes to try and cover herself under Lucius' lewd and disgusted gaze.
Having grabbed the comforter from the bed and wrapped it around herself, Ebony watched as Narcissa tried to bring her son round, "Ennervate! ENNERVATE!" she shrieked, her wand quivering in her trembling hand, trying to carry out a spell in vain. She fell back against the wall, "why won't he wake up?" she sobbed, "I just want him to wake up!" she buckled against the wall and drew her knees up to her chest, like a frightened child, her shoulders and chest heaving as she cried into her arms.
Lucius' hand having removed itself from her neck, Ebony crawled to Draco's body while Lucius was busy trying to calm Narcissa, and rested her hand over his forehead, closing her eyes, she could see his aura as a pale silver light inside him, where it had retreated when the unknown power had knocked Draco into a magical slumber. Pulling at it, she saw it give way under her pressuring and spread back around his body as she felt Draco stir beneath her, 'ha! Take that Moldy Voldy!' she thought triumphantly as she opened her eyes.
An unfocused gaze met hers as she looked into the molten platinum and sapphire eyes of the boy beneath her, and a half smile graced his lips, "I knew you would come for me" he croaked, his silvery eyes shimmering with icy tear drops as he reached his hand up to stroke her cheek…
Which was knocked away by a furious Lucius that Draco had no knowledge of being there, and that Ebony had conveniently forgotten in the powerful moment between the two of them.
"You may be any kind of witch that I know of but you have cast some kind of spell upon my son you whore! A spell of wanton lust! Don't touch her Draco; you're not in your right mind!" Stunned, Draco allowed himself to be gathered up in his father's arms and carried across the room. As he looked back, confusion marring his flawless features, he saw Ebony make her way over to Narcissa, lifting the older woman's jaw gently until her eyes fell on her son, alive and well, but thoroughly perplexed as to the actions of his family, and himself up until that point, since the arrival of this strange and compelling girl with eyes of coal fire.
Huddled over Narcissa, Ebony did not see the look on his face as Draco was swept furiously from the room. What she did see though was a shock of blonde hair as she was enveloped by Narcissa in yet another hug, the second that day.
Taking a few deep breaths and having calmed herself, Narcissa excused herself, reapplied her still immaculate magic, 'wow, god bless magic' thought Ebony, straightened her robes and smiled at Ebony, "no matter what Lucius says, I believe you are welcome to eat dinner with us this evening, I shall inform the house elves and you will find the appropriate clothing in your wardrobe. Please be bathed and ready by seven o clock." Stepping towards the door, Ebony had to stop Narcissa as she blushed furiously, "I…well, I…I don't seem to have a clock…" she pointed out, "in fact…I don't even know what day it is…" Narcissa's face registered a fleeting emotion of disbelief, before replacing it almost immediately with an immaculately calm look that most would associate with royalty. Ebony was surprised; she didn't think it was humanly possible to adopt that expression of utmost composure, the only time she had ever seen such a look was on China Dolls, which her step mother kept in a glass cabinet. "Not to worry dear," said Narcissa, "I'll send a house elf with a clock from one of the other guest rooms, and today is Friday, Friday the nineteenth; the Dark Lord visited yesterday, he visits on the same day every month." And she drifted out of the room, leaving Ebony in shock, Voldemort…yesterday…nineteenth… appalled and disgusted, Ebony accepted the truth, yesterday, her birthday, her sixteenth birthday…Voldemort had raped her…'how sickly ironic is that?' she thought as she climbed in the giant four poster bed, suddenly cold. Under the covers, in the centre of the bed, the only place where she felt safe, she wept, silently, as tears soaked the mattress and her mind shut off…
The door creaked open, almost silently, as the figure slipped inside, unregistered by the girl crying quietly under the covers. Creeping along the padded carpet, the floor squeaked, but the noise went unnoticed again by the girl, who was too distraught to notice so slight a sound. The figure continued, a shadow amongst shadows, a mere black outline against the darkening shade. Reaching out an ebony hand for the lump in the centre of the bed, as the other hand drew back the hood that obscured its face…
Under the covers, Ebony shivered, from cold…or…fear?
craps herself laughing ZOMG that was SUCH a naffo ending! Ahahahaa, oh, to shame...shakes head
