The moment I closed my eyes I could feel the familiar stirring forming in the pit of my stomach as I felt myself fall into a familiar dark abyss.
My breathing become ragged, my skin began to get a sheen of ice cold sweat.
I felt as my body was pulled into a familiar room, though I knew I had never been here before, but the familiarization to the room seemed to click with something in my mind.
I quickly felt my hands clench into a tight fist, gripping the sheets on the bed as I did so.
"What have you done?" The familiar man asked, looking at the tiny woman before him.
"Nothing. I am simply tired of hiding from the world. Do you have any idea how difficult it is to see my daughter and not be able to tell her, her parents are alive and well?" She asked, as she stood by a glowing fire in the hearth.
"She is my daughter too!" He bellowed, wincing at the sound of his own voice.
"She is my daughter. Dumbledore and Minerva promised to look after her, and that's what they've done since we went under the Fidelus Charm." The man said.
"What is going on here? What's with all the yelling? You two realized that we can hear your little talk from all the way in the garden, don't you?" A familiar raven-haired woman asked, as she walked into the room.
"Our apologies Bria, we didn't mean to shout." The man said, apologetically, rubbing the back of his neck apologetically.
"Yes, well, seeing as the world heard what your argument was about, I would like to have my input on this whole ordeal." She said, in a annoyed tone.
Both of them nodded, going to sit down on opposite ends of the room, not that there was much room to begin with.
"Seeing as you both saved me before I died, against my better judgement. I believe it's only fair to get express my beliefs on this subject. Both our children are being hunted down like animals, thanks to this psychotic murderer. The prophecy said that both our children are crucial to the defeat of this moronic imbecil." She said, standing in the middle of the room.
"Bria, you can't really expect me to know that you were dying and sit here and do nothing. We all have our reasons, or motives, but I can honestly tell you that I did it out of devotion. Devotion to our families, our children, and to the wizarding world. The memory manipulation and false memory charm can be reversed. We've both missed a great deal of our children's lives but it's for the greater good of the wizarding world." The other raven-haired woman, whose hair seemed tohave multiple flicks of crimson, gold, and sapphire blue around her hair, said.
I could feel shock as I realized who these people might be, but that was impossible.
I had had a vision when my powers had begun to show. This couldn't possibly be true. Could it?
I was still wondering if the possibility of the vision I had seen, had a wisp of truth within it. When I felt Tom shake me gently awake.
A worried expression etched onto his handsome features, as his hand still gripped my shoulders lightly.
"Soph, jeez, you've been out for a while, you've missed lunch. What's wrong did you see something? Is it something bad? Tell me. What did you see?" He gently commanded, sitting down next to me before gently pulling me towards him.
"I-I'm not sure i-if I c-can explain th-his." I managed, still shivering.
"So, show me." He said, in obvious tone.
I nodded, before opening our link. Reaching and pressing the tips of my fingers into his temple. I closed my eyes, concentrating for a moment, before I began to showing him what I didn't show him back at that inn, during Christmas break.
Which now seemed to have happened long ago.
When I finished showing him that I showed him what I had seen these pasts few hours. Hoping to soften the blow.
"W-what was that?" He asked, dazed.
"What in particular are you asking about?" I wondered, pretending to find my cuticles more interesting than the conversation we were trying to have.
"Everything. How did I end up looking like that?" He asked shocked as he gulped.
"You split your soul into seven pieces, using horcruxes, Tom." I said, looking at a particular spot on my skirt.
"You also went in deeper into the Dark Arts, more so than anyone has ever gone." I mumbled.
"What happened to my hair, nose... everything? How did I change so much?" He asked, appalled.
"You were killed, however, since you spilt your soul into seven pieces, your soul was trapped here in the living world, not really dying, but not really living. T-that man, or what was left of him, was like that because he was made of a sort of combination of unicorn blood, and snake venom... amongst other things." I explained.
He opened his mouth to ask something else, before I shook my head to silence him.
"You didn't have hair, a nose, and had particularly long limbs due to the fact that you weren't what considered to be alive, you were just existing here. Your actual body did die, your soul... well, that's a different story." I informed him, to my best extent.
From the corner of my eye, I saw him twitch, though I am not entirely sure if it was in disgust or him being uncomfortable.
"So, even if I go through all of that effort, I still end up dying, like a mere mortal?" He asked, unbelievingly.
I nodded, in response nervously, not making eye contact.
"What about that last part?" He asked.
"I am not entirely sure of what that was. It could be a figment of my imagination, or someone playing with my visions to confuse me, but I can't be sure." I said, scowling at my feet.
"That's what I thought." He said, sighing as he grabbed his wand.
"What are you doing?" I asked, scared.
"Taking down the silence charm be-" He managed to say just before the door was blast to pieces.
"Seriously, what are you two doing in here alone?" Druella demanded, standing in the wreckage with her hands to her hips.
"Talking about a few things. Practicing Legilimency and Occlumency." Tom replied automatically, sheepishly.
"In her room? By yourselves?" She speculated, raising an eyebrow at him unbelievingly.
"Yes?" I replied halfheartedly, smiling innocently at her.
"The library is perfectly accommodating for this sort of task. Consider going there, next time you-" She scolded before Cygnus interrupted.
"Elara, leave them be." He said, pulling her out of the room by her elbow gently, repairing the doubledoors of the room, "Supper is ready, we'll see you two downstairs." He said amused as he shut the door behind himself.
We quickly freshened ourselves before slowly making our way down for an awkward dinner.
"Well, this wasn't completely awkward." I said as we both sat down.
Supper was painfully awkward, and that is putting it lightly.
Druella wouldn't stop throwing the evil eye at Tom, who managed to look embarrassed for once in his life, all while keeping his eyes on his plate as we all ate in awkward silence.
When dinner was finally over, I quickly excused myself ignoring everyone's curious gaze that every person in the room was giving me, and Druella's pleas to have a second helping of everything.
I had just reached my bedroom when I felt as my legs gave out from under me.
Causing me to fall in a help to the ground, unable to catch myself as my head thwacked on the floor. Hard.
I blindly dragged myself into a sitting position and pushed myself back until my back hit the thick oak door, while the other door stayed wide opened.
My pulse quickened, beads of sweat forming on my forehead as I felt a numbing feeling being to penetrate my body.
'Tom, something...is...wrong.' I thought, as I opened the link.
My breathing was becoming incredibly labored, and my vision began to cloud once more before to fade away, feeling as if I was submerged in black muddy waters.
The last thing I felt was the pulsating pain on the palms of my hands, before they too numbed.