A/N: For anyone who is confused, Elizabeth went to St. Mungo's Friday after school and under the tree was Saturday afternoon and the sleepover was Saturday evening so when they wake up it will be Sunday morning. Sorry I haven't updated in a while, ByeByeBirdie at school is really stressful but that just ended so I will probably update more but not a lot until Christmas Break. Sorry in advance. you can see how long I was working on this chapter.
Breaking the Memory Fog:
The group sat at their regular table and ate breakfast while chatting happily with the others in the group. Draco and Elizabeth had cast very powerful concealing charms on their rings for the safety of everyone, with Harry's added spell to make it close to non-existent.
"So what do we want to do today?" Ron asked as she shoveled another spoonful of cereal into his already stuffed mouth.
"We've already finished our homework…" Elizabeth said, completely unhelpful.
"We could do a game of Quidditch?" Harry offered.
"There's five people Potter, the teams would be uneven," Draco said though wished that they could play. He hadn't been able to play Quidditch for fun in a while.
"I'll watch, I wouldn't know what the heck to do anyways," Elizabeth shrugged and they finally decided that it would work out; Harry and Ron on one team with Hermione and Draco on the other. Harry and Draco accioed their and Ron's brooms and got Hermione and Elizabeth best ones off Madame Hooch.
It had originally been Draco and Ron on the same team but after Draco had continuously tried to answer the question of whether 'Weasels could fly' by trying to push Ron off his broom, it had been decided Hermione could get by without Harry to tell her what to do and they switched up the teams, for the health of everyone. Elizabeth watched in fascination from the staff stands, which were, at the time, completely deserted as the game began with one Quaffle, one Bludger and one Golden Snitch began, trying to follow the rules so later on she might be able to play with them.
It was quite obvious that Harry and Draco knew what they were doing with Ron knowing well enough without the skills to really show it and Hermione looking rather confused, almost with a longing for a book lingering on her face, making Elizabeth snort to herself. Once she got the gist of it she began keeping score, currently being 30 to 50 for Draco and Ron, seeing as Ron was more skilled at scoring than Hermione.
Harry and Draco had disappeared a little before into the misty clouds above in search of the tiny golden ball, in hot competition, completely putting aside the new friendship between the two, created (with force) by Elizabeth. A few more minutes passed by and without a keeper Hermione scored another goal, which Ron quickly congratulated her on before zipping off towards the opposite side of the pitch, Quaffle in hand.
Elizabeth was getting rather caught up in the game and stopped wondering where Harry and Draco had possibly disappeared to. The score quickly became 60 to 70, still for Ron but Hermione was getting more confident with herself and was quickly catching up. Suddenly there was a scream from far above and all three below the cloud cover looked up sharply, seeing shadows hitting the clouds with the sun behind like shadows from hands in front of a flashlight.
There was obviously more people than just Harry and Draco up there from the five new shadows visible. There was a flash and a terrible thunder-like sound cut through the air, leaving vibrations in everyone. There was another flash, this time of a pale, yet familiar green and Elizabeth's ring from Draco began to burn white-hot.
Unsure of what to do she grabbed the last broom from Madame Hooch that Harry had gotten her just in case she decided to join. Ignoring the burning pain on her finger from the ring, she awkwardly mounted the broom and kicked off as had as she could manage. Ron quickly followed while Hermione flew as fast as she was able towards Hogwarts to get someone.
More flashes were seen, painting the clouds surrounding Elizabeth in a rainbow of colours. She heard another cry, deep throated, so she assumed it was an older man, and had to quickly dodge the limp form of the said man falling to the ground below in an odd black cloak. Ron seemed to find the appearance very important on the man because he quickly followed the man and did his best to bind him once the man fell to the ground (not that it was truly needed after such a fall).
There was a second where the ring turned frigid cold, burning her hand as if it was still the hottest thing ever, almost like of you held dry ice (frozen carbon dioxide) it would be so cold you would get burnt. But it was quickly over and back to burning hot. Taking this as a bad sign, Elizabeth put on more speed and finally entered open air. The sight she was hit with almost made her plummet back to the ground below.
Draco had a large gash across his right cheek with another one running the length of his left arm, so deep it was dripping blood, amazingly not dying the clouds below. He raised his wand and sent another powerful curse at the man in black…
"Death Eaters!" she blurted out to herself, suddenly remembering the news article. A new hatred burnt in her, though she didn't remember the reason that it came back as something familiar. She looked around wildly until she noticed Harry quickly fighting off two other Death Eaters. He muttered something that Elizabeth couldn't hear and the Death Eater closest to her fell from her broom, letting off a brutal scream.
Harry looked up and his face scared Elizabeth. It was cold and full of a deep hate. She could see the pain in his eyes too, not physical for he had no real injury but some inner pain he seemed to be unleashing on these evil beings. He drew his eyes from her and sent a freezing charm on the other and final Death Eater, letting him fall to the ground below without being able to even scream.
But where was the last one? She had seen 5 new shadows had she not? Before she could turn around a sharp pain hit her in the middle of her back and began to travel along her spine and spread throughout her body until her whole body felt as if it was being destroyed by burning knives. Harry and Draco, Draco having had killed the Death Eater he had been fighting before, let out a scream but things quickly became slow motion through the girl's eyes.
She turned slowly but before she could do anything the final Death Eater steered his broom towards her at lightning speed and snatched her off her own and began spiralling down through the clouds towards the Forbidden Forest. Both Harry and Draco gave up hot pursuit, dodging curses sent their way.
Right before reaching the edge of the forest, the man turned sharply and took the broom right into the icy waters of the Hogwarts Lake, the half-conscious Elizabeth half struggling with the man, half with the peaceful darkness that threatened her. Down, down, down they went and finally Elizabeth lost all consciousness.
Draco was about ready to jump in the lake after them but Harry quickly grabbed his arm and shook his head sadly, "there's nothing we can do now, there's a portal that can be used down there and I'm sure they're already gone to wherever the Death Eater was supposed to meet Voldemort."
Draco struggled lamely for a few more minutes but at seeing Harry's pained and understanding face he let himself be led away so they could talk to Dumbledore and get Lizzie back, though never taking his full attention off of the ring, which before had had Elizabeth's pulse beat through it calmly earlier but was now silent on his finger. He let out a choked sob at what it could mean but noticed Harry's internal battle. Amazed at himself, he put a comforting hand on his shoulder, a silent question as to if the boy was alright. Draco completely forgot about his wounds as Harry broke down into quiet sobs.
"I'm as bad as him now," Harry said between sobs. "I used 'Crucio' on one of them, I'm a monster!" By now they were nearing the pitch where Dumbledore and other teachers, assembled by Hermione were together questioning the Death Eaters that Ron had bound.
"Harry, you did what you had to do. You did it to save yourself and us, not to enjoy it and us. There is no 'good magic' or 'bad magic', there's just magic. Only the person and what they use it for can be 'good' or 'bad'. And you definitely not bad, do you understand?" When Harry nodded silently and quickly wiped away his tears, Draco looked at him again. "Good, now help me find Elizabeth will you?"
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"You! Girl! Wake up!" Pain laced through Elizabeth but she took no notice. The ring on her finger seemed almost to absorb some of the pain, giving her comfort at the slight burning she felt from it. "My Lord, this isn't the ring of the Estel Saiqa Clan, maybe we missed it when we killed her parents…"
She felt someone with clammy hands touching her ring from Draco and she wanted to kick them away but was unable to do so seeing as her wrists where tied and she was hanging, quite painfully from the ceiling, all of her energy sapped out of her. Suddenly she remembered Dumbledore's lessons and created the strongest mental barrier she could muster. She could feel the pain from her wrists as they began to dislocate from the strain but tried to concentrate on what was being said.
"Fool of a girl didn't even have her wand on her…" she heard and with a jolt she realized that they didn't know that she could do wandless magic, which could come in very handy during an escape. "So what do we do now? She's the last of the Clan but doesn't have the ring."
"Silence!" a raspy voice said and Elizabeth opened her eye a crack to see who it was, the voice sounded so familiar… "This is good news that you are overlooking my Death Eaters. If she doesn't know of her heritage and doesn't have the ring, she is no real threat to us. Also, it means that she doesn't remember that we…paid her a visit many years ago…"
He stopped as others began to laugh at this and he joined in for the fun. As the malicious laughter rang through her, the nightmare that was the memory of people dying began coming into focus. It was almost like someone painting in the details she had previously forgotten. First it was her father that came to her, telling her she was beautiful but suddenly having to get up because someone was at the door.
His face had been young with only wrinkles of wisdom on his face, probably around his thirties. He had had a chestnut brown head of hair to his ears with a very thin beard. His nose had been slightly hooked but in a distinguished way and his eyes had been a silvery grey. Her mother came next as she finished drawing a sacred design on her daughter's complexion.
Elizabeth seemed to be watching from an out-of-body perspective so she got a close look of the design that had been drawn on her face. "You have all of the Clan's power now, you must take care once we are gone, other's will need you," her mother whispered in her ear. Elizabeth nearly choked on a sob, 'she knew she was going to die… Saria was her name, I remember now. And Thomas was my father…'
She didn't bother thinking anymore; she moved to look at her mother's face. Around the same age as her father but with a few more wrinkles from both wisdom and laughter, Saria looked like a kind and loving mother. Her eyes were of the purest blue with a similar design as on young Elizabeth's face but altered slightly so it was on her left side while young Elizabeth's was on the right. Her auburn red hair fell lightly around her mid-back and she looked sadly at young Elizabeth.
"You will experience much suffering and I'm sorry, you won't deserve it. But know that we will always love you and the Estel Saiqa Clan will always be with you in spirit. Stay strong, for others will need your help. And Elizabeth Ayria Estel Saiqa Moon, always keep the Clan mother's ring with you for it will always protect you and the ones you love."
She drew the ring from her hand where it had been resting beautifully on her right ring finger. She transferred it to young Elizabeth's right ring finger and it glowed for a moment, as well as the designs on both females' faces and the tiara that Saria was wearing.
The light dimmed and, with tears in her eyes, Saria pointed to the diamond. "This honey, holds all the protection, courage, and magic from the Clan fathers, just like your father, Thomas…" she next pointed to the sapphire, "this holds all the hope, love, and magic from the Clan mothers, like me…" and this, she said with a choked sob, "is the gift to our Clan from the great Heavens above. Keep it safe, hide it now Elizabeth."
Her mother's tone had changed and the young Elizabeth stuffed the ring out of sight in a side pocket in her jacket as she heard a loud noise from where her father had disappeared. Her mother had an accepting but determined look on her face as she stood up and stood in front of Elizabeth.
Watching the doorway, her father never returned but seven men, that she now knew to be Death Eaters, entered the room and spread out but were all quickly killed by Saria in a desperate hope to save her daughter. Elizabeth noted that Saria didn't have a wand either. All seven fell but as the last one hit the ground with a quiet 'thump', a taller man with snake-like features and glowing red eyes entered the room.
"What a waste, I never expected you, Saria, to become a murderer," the man said, but Elizabeth couldn't make him out clearly for he was still covered in memory fog.
"I kill to save the ones I love and those who need to be saved. There is no good or bad magic, only the reason it is used and the person who uses it can be good or bad. Magic is a simple grey and cannot be categorized," Saria yelled before sending a curse at the man, which he easily deflected.
Young Elizabeth stood frozen behind her mother as the man with a raspy voice spoke again, "your husband is killed, a great honour to be killed by me but I didn't even get a 'thank you' in return." In that moment, Elizabeth wanted to step into the dream and kill the man in front of her but she could do nothing but watch as he said 'Avada Kedavra' and her mother's dead form fell to the ground.
The man's laughter again rang through her and as the residue power from the killing curse and the maniac's laugh echoed through the room, it seemed to break up the fog and the man once again became visible to her mind's eye. He had snake nostrils and he was so pale she was amazed he was in the living. His eyes glowed an eerie red and he was so thin, he seemed more of a skeleton than anything else.
"Now girl," he turned to Elizabeth, "give me the Clan ring and you may be spared. Give Lord Voldemort the ring." Young Elizabeth stepped back, shaking her head with a proud 'no' coming from her lips. "Very well then, it's always easier searching people when dead anyways," he cast the killing curse before she could even blink but from third-person perspective, Elizabeth saw that the green jet of light merely bounced off the young version of herself and blasted the couch into ashes and flames.
Even though that didn't work, the 'crucio' sure did. Young Elizabeth dropped to the ground in pain and let out an ear-slitting scream. As if one of the knives was in fact real, a small cut from eyebrow to cheekbone formed on young Elizabeth's face and started to turn crimson. Suddenly there was an explosion but before Elizabeth could see what was happening, the dream began to fade and she was back in whatever dungeon with the Death Eaters and Lord Voldemort himself, still talking.
"You bastard! You killed my parents!" Elizabeth snarled and sending up blue flames from her palms onto the ropes, burning them through within a millisecond. She dropped to her feet, completely ignoring the blood dripping from her cut up wrists and stood proudly, ready to show the worth of the Estel Saiqa Clan. All the Death Eaters' eyes were on her as the pair of red eyes slowly turned to her.
A/N: Ok, so do you want pronunciation for the Clan name? I have different words that have the same sound so it will be the word and then bolded and underlined in the parts that sound the same, ok?
----- Estel ----- Pest – elephant. (Actually that sounds funny, pest elephant, lol. This is actually an Elvish word from Lord of the Rings meaning 'hope')
----- Saiqa ----- Say – kay. (I know technically you need a 'u' after a 'q' but I woke up from a weird dream one night with this in my mind and every time I say it I get all calm so yeah, I'll stop babbling now)