Chapter 23

Fate's Helping Hand

The bus stopped with a great halt, causing poor Hessa to be flung from her seat and onto the floor with a 'umph'. She was helped up and then the boy announced, 'FRENCH BORDER!'

Hessa got off the bus and headed to the offices, looking up she saw the black mists… they were coming and she couldn't waste time. Quickly she showed the guard her ID which had the name 'Emma Ditwater' on it with her photo. After passing, a taxi was called for her and only minutes after one of the Death Eaters arrived. He showed the guard her picture, which the man recognized, but it wasn't her name.

"What do you mean she just left!"

"I'm sorry sir, she just left not ten minutes ago in a taxi. I doubt you'll be able to find her now, the way these taxis are, she could be anywhere by now."

"Dammit."

The guard seemed to smile at him.

"What are you looking at!" the Death Eater eyed the guard, who strangely enough had the same crystal blue and large eyes as Hessa but thought nothing of it and left…Draco was going to kill him.

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Hessa got to the nice hotel and luckily they had a vacancy, it was like fate was helping her in every way it could and she appreciated it. The bell boy showed her to the room where she tipped him nicely and shut the door. Hessa dropped her bag and collapsed on the ground, her small hands covered her eyes as tears poured down, wailing sounds started to come out…and a Conk's wail was an ungodly one, it was said to be similar to a Banshee.

She was afraid someone would hear her and muffled it the best she could. Hessa couldn't do this when her father died because her true instinctual devotion was to Draco and though she was sad, as long as her master was safe, that was her main concern of a Conk. But now she had no master, now she grieved for all she had lost; her father, her friends, her Harry…everything was gone. And after an hour, when she had calmed down, she finally realized that she was hungry and tired…it was 6 a.m. Now, the sun was rising and a new day was dawning…

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"What do you mean Hessa got through the border…you lost her?" Draco said it in such a way that the Death Eater was nearly shaking.

"Yes…Draco, sir. She came in under another name. and…"

"What was the name?" he narrowed his eyes. The Death Eater started to shake more…HE HAD FORGOTTEN TO ASK!

"You didn't ask, did you?" A name she might be using at any hotel in France and you didn't ask!"

"No, sir, I assumed…," the Death Eater was struck down by Draco's claws, his jaw hanging by a piece of skin and blood was everywhere.

"Next time…ASK," Draco narrowed his eyes. "All of you, I want a full-scale search! Look for any suspicious names, show the face of my Hessa to every hotel clerk, do you understand!"

"Yes, sir!" they all left in the black mist.

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She felt like she ate her weight in food and then slept for a few hours, feeling surprisingly awake. When she awoke, Hessa sifted through her bag to find the letter again that her father gave her. Hessa always liked these types of letters, they always sounded like the person's voice…and right now she could stand to hear her father's voice. She took a deep breath and pulled the ribbon…

My Darling Daughter,

If you are listening to this letter, it means that I am no longer with you and I miss you very much. It also means that things have turned for the worst and you are running out of fear. When you were younger, I often wondered who you would end up with, either Harry Potter or Draco Malfoy. You seemed to have an attraction to both, yet I prayed that your path would lead to the lighter side of this war. My heart leapt with great joy when you started seeing Harry, but then the Malfoys took great interest in you, and when Draco Malfoy started to acknowledge you more and more…I knew that perhaps your path did not lead to the lighter side but hoped on that your will and heart would choose more for you then instinct. And if you are listening, it most likely has and I am very proud of you.

It was my own fault, I should have made it known to you, but like any father I tried to protect you and with great consequence to us both. Now you are placed with a burden of your own. But you are not alone, Hessa. The amulet you've received is one that will lead you to the camp of your race, a safe haven to hide and rest, learn who you really are. Your mother gave it to me before she left, it was your father's. It will glow blue and become warm when you are close and when you are finally there, the entrance will be revealed to you, so keep it close to your skin. I can't tell you where they are now, because they move it periodically. Ever since the Dark Lord's first attempts, they took no risk…oh yes, he did try and find them before.

The money I provided is money saved ever since you were a child, also an inheritance from your mother, so it should see you through for a quite a while. I'm so sorry I cannot be there with you, I'm sorry I am assuming that Harry Potter has lost, and that you must do this on your own…be safe, my sweet daughter and may you find your answers.

Love,

Father Ollivander.

Hessa stared at the letter, she wasn't alone and it made her happy. Finally her father revealed to her what she truly needed. She looked at the clock…it was time to leave. Her body wanted to rest further but there was not time and nowhere was safe while Draco was looking for her.

Hessa purchased new clothes in the hotel lobby, not standing to be dirty at all and checked out. The woman at the counter was very nice and sort of looked like her a bit…

"Checking out?" the woman said kindly. Hessa nodded slightly. "Where are you going to next?"

"I don't know, just wandering around a bit, I suppose…," there was a slight hopelessness in her voice.

"Well, if you're traveling around…trying to find yourself…who you are…I hear Ireland is a wonderful place to go. Hessa shot her head up and looked at the woman.

"I'm sorry…you just looked a bit lost…"

Hessa nodded absentmindedly and left puzzled as she put the amulet around her neck.

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Draco searched the city of Paris, Hessa loved Paris and regardless of her modesty, she did have find taste. Hessa couldn't stand to be dirty and loved pretty decorative rooms…he immediately headed to one of the nicer hotels, one after another.

He found a clerk finally that was willing to talk, his unusual looks, though he was handsome, were making people uneasy. This clerk seemed familiar to him…she reminded him of Hessa a bit and shoved her picture in the clerk's hands, "have you seen this young woman?"

The clerk pretended to observe it closely, "No, I'm sorry…she doesn't look familiar at all, but I just came on a few hours ago." Draco could tell she was lying and eyed her. "Is there anything else sir?"

"Yes…tell me the bloody truth," he hissed.

"I am, sir."

"You're lying to me and that's as dangerous thing to do."

"Shall I get security to escort you out?"

"Where is she!" his voice started to turn heads. The woman infuriated him more by just looking at him, slightly smirking until he grabbed her. "WHERE IS SHE? WHERE IS MY HESSA!" A shield went up, the woman produced a shield the same as Hessa's! It tore them apart and threw Draco back, he shook his head…"You're a…!"

"Stay away from Hessa!"

"You don't have that say, I'm one she's supposed to be with!"

"You will NEVER have my niece, you wretched thing!" The woman sent another burst of energy that sent everyone flying but she escaped.

"NO!" Draco tried to find her, but she cloaked herself and now it was to late, "check every dock and border!" Then men nodded and left.