A/N: I knooow, a lot of you were like 'what the gnseogjrsngserg?' at the last chapter and again, sorry for confusing the crap out of you all but this chapter should tie up some loose ends. ^_^ Enjoy! I'm sorry this took longer than usual, i'm now writing two stories and I also wrote a few chapters ahead of this one so I just edit them and then post them at the correct times i've decided in advance! :D I'm going away on holiday for the next two week so you may or may not miss out on an update, but I will try my very best!

Disclaimer: If Harry Potter was mine, Belinda would exist and Dramione would be canon. That is all.

It worked.

Elladora's eyes snapped open the moment she felt her body resting on a hard mattress nothing at all like the one in her tower. That one had extra padding for softness and she practically melted into it, so lovely was it to rest on it. This was un-comfortable and highly unpleasant to rest on. She took in the ceiling above her and noted with interest that it was made of wood, not plaster like she was so used to. There were no lovely curtains draped around her four poster bed, nor hanging off of the window. It was not a spacious, luxurious room at all, more small and cramped with two beds shoved into the space and random artefacts belonging to a very messy person all over the place, as well as clothes lazily tossed about.

She wrinkled her nose in distaste at the sight of it all. Mother would never approve of this messiness, she thought in a haughty manner as she slowly sat up. "How uncomfortable," she poked the mattress with her finger before sliding off the edge of the bed and continuing to let her gaze sweep the room. She had expected to be moved to somewhere modest in it's living arrangements, but this was just despicable. She presumed this room simply must belong to a boy, because she highly doubted any respectful young lady would live in such conditions.

She lifted her nose slightly to put on an air of superiority, but this expression fell the moment she spotted the window. It was open with sunlight pouring through it and there were no bars on the window. She let out a squeal of delight and all ladylike behaviour was forgotten - her mother would have been appalled if she could see her now - and ran straight to the window, eagerly leaning out of it as her dead straight hair slid forwards. A flash of brown caught her eyes as she stared down below her were there were a group of people talking and in the distance she could see a small town. People!

Her eyes zeroed in on the brown and she gasped in shock as she grabbed the hair between her fingers. Why in the name of Morgana was her hair brown? Panicked, she whirled around in search of a mirror and was irritated to find none.

She sucked in a deep, encouraging breath and hesitantly made her way towards the door. She pushed it open and stuck her head out into the hallway, seeing that it was just stairs. A door directly across from her was ajar, revealing a bathroom. The house looked as dingy as this boy's bedroom and it was disgruntling for Elladora. She hastily dashed across to the door and slammed it shut behind her. She realised she had left her wand on the bedside table in her room and cursed to herself as she walked up to the mirror in this hideous bathroom.

Honestly, it was a pigsty in here, did the people who lived in this house not understand the meaning of cleanliness? She rolled her eyes and planted herself straight in front of her reflection, expecting to see dead straight, silver-blonde hair with her grey-blue eyes. As well as a petite, curvaceous figure.

What she saw before her though was the complete opposite. Instead of having pale as snow skin, it was sun-kissed and she was startled by the sight of it. Her eyes were no longer their unique, hypnotizing colour and instead were a soft, warm, chocolate-y brown. Her nose was much smaller than her sharp, straight one, her cheekbones lower on her face, her chin round and her face was shaped like a bloody love-heart! Gone were her aristocratic features, gone was her blonde hair, gone her delicate skin, gone her tiny frame. Granted, this person was not tall but she was not as small as Elladora was used to being.

Of course, like any sane person would react when they had accidentally transferred themselves into a different person's body, Elladora let out a shriek of horror and jumped away from the mirror as if she had been burned, stumbling on the damp tiles and falling straight into a bathtub.

As she had expected - though hoped otherwise - her stumbling over (or perhaps it was her shriek?) had attracted the attention of someone else in the... dare she call it a house? She felt something crawl up her arm and looked down at the offensive millipede in disgust and horror. "Eek!" She squealed, but noticed that her voice was far deeper than normal. It had lost that dainty touch to it and was now rougher.

There was a knock on the bathroom door.

Swallowing the lump that had formed in her throat, Elladora felt her heart pound a million miles a minute as she quickly flicked the millipede away from her and stood on shaky legs. Quickly, she stomped over to the door and threw it open to a reveal a red-headed girl with concern etched onto her features. Her face had a green tinge to it and there were bags under her eyes as well as red blotches on her cheeks from crying. Her look turned sympathetic the moment she recognised whoever it was Elladora had become and she exhaled in relief, glad that she had not just taken on some random appearance.

"Bells," the girl breathed and reached out a hand, her small one with hands there were rough and worn from what she expected to be something that involved hard work wrapped around her own. She noticed that the texture of their skin was similar and she was shocked. What lady participated in labour that wore out the hands in such a way? It was almost as if she had leapt into an alternate universe.

"Hi..." She said awkwardly, almost jumping at the sound of her own voice.

"Are you okay?" Red asked, tilting her head to the side and widening her eyes just a fraction. The pity in them irritated Elladora and she yanked her hand away with a haughty look as she turned her nose upwards.

"Of course i'm okay, why wouldn't I be?" She snapped, un-realising of how out of character she was behaving for who she was supposed to be. Expecting an apology, Red continued to stare at Elladora. Normally, Belinda would've backed down and mumbled a 'sorry' as she wrapped Ginny up in her arms, but all she got was a hard glare from Elladora.

"Get out of my way," she hissed, pushing past the girl and storming down the staircase.

As she was on the second landing from the bottom, she paused a moment at the sound of rushed voices and hisses that resembled whispers. There was yet another knock on a door and a moment later she could hear someone thumping over to the door presumably and she winced at the creaking sound it made when it was opened.

"Malfoy, what are you doing here?" The person who had answered the door growled venomously and though Elladora knew the words were not directed at her she tensed and her body spiralled into panic mode.

How did they know it was her? She had to take several deep breaths to calm herself down before she felt a presence beside her and she snapped her head to the side to see Red flanking her. Why was this girl following her around, were they friends? Smiling weakly at Red, she turned her attention back to the staircase and took a few steps down, freezing immediately as she spotted who was at the door.

Draco, she thought to herself. He knew she was here, but how could he possibly know that? She was positive her mother had wiped his memories of her after the Dark Lord started to rise up again, as well as her fathers. Just to keep her safe from harm, Narcissa had insisted, though the ten year old had been distraught that she would not be permitted to attend Hogwarts. Despite her fathers insistence that Beauxbatons would be a far more respectable school due to Dumbledore being the head of Hogwarts, Elladora had still wanted to go and be a proud Slytherin.

With the realisation that her brother was not here, in fact, to collect her because he didn't even remember her, she smiled to herself and finished descending the staircase. Draco's eyes landed on her and there was a flicker of emotion in them. Was it regret? He quickly looked back to the redhead at the door who growled at him. How feral, she thought aghast as her eyes widened in horror.

"Don't you dare growl at him," she didn't even realise she'd spoken due to the alien sound of her voice until the three surrounding her plus yet another redhead's gazes landed on her in shock.

The boy who had answered the door had a soft look on his face as he stared at her, though the same sympathy was in his eyes as Red's. He stepped towards her with hesitance and took her hand, leaning forwards to place a soft kiss on her cheek. "Sorry, Lin," he mumbled.

Elladora almost groaned in frustration at these people's ridiculous nicknames for her. She couldn't very well pretend to be this girl if she didn't even know what her name was. Unable to resist the urge to shove him off of her, she did so quickly and the hurt on his features cut deep into her soul. She hadn't meant to hurt him, was he romantically involved with whoever she was? She bit her lip and looked down, tapping her heels together in the way that she always did when feeling guilty, being scolded or after doing something bad, like trying to escape her tower.

"It's alright, just don't treat him like that. He's a pureblood, he must be treated with the utmost respect," Belinda had known nothing but pureblood beliefs her whole life, because after being locked away her mother had not corrected them, only told her that 'mudblood' was a dirty word and should never be used because muggleborn's were people too and they did not to deserve to be treated like dirt. But, Elladora still believed that pureblood's should be treated better than others because of their wizard-only ancestry.

Everyone looked at her like she was crazy and she furrowed her brows, looking over at Draco. "Right, Draco?" She asked hesitantly. She felt more confused than she'd ever been in her life, why was everyone looking at her like that? "Stop it." She snapped at them and immediately they turned death glares to Draco, clearly suspecting him of telling her that she was a worthless mudblood. He held his hands up in surrender and Elladora's frown deepened.

"Belinda, why would you think that?" Draco broke the silence as he made a move towards her and she felt that safety around him. She hadn't even realised she felt as if she was in danger until he stepped closer. The safety of having her brother near her washed over her like a tidal wave and she let out an audible sigh of relief.

"Think what?" She asked, tilting her head.

"You know I couldn't care less about your blood status, and I do not think i'm better than you because of it. You're better than me, actually. I'm sorry about pushing you away last week, but Hermione..."

"Granger? Hermione Granger?" She questioned, immediately recognising the name as she cut across him.

Elladora used to have someone take care of her daily, a human naturally because her mother didn't want her to associate constantly with elves. He had been her best friend, coming in to visit her every day and telling her about random things that were going on. He told her tales of Harry Potter and his friends, muggleborn Hermione Granger, the brains, and Ronald Weasley, the daft one. She'd chuckled at his stories and gasped in horror at the tales that he told her of their adventures. He had been a fellow student at Hogwarts, her mother paying copious amounts of money for him to leave every afternoon from 4-6 to spend that time with her daughter.

Then, one day, he'd died.

"Who else?" Draco snapped, his eyes hardening before he shut them and pinched the bridge of his nose between his thumb and forefinger, clearly trying to control his rage.

"Why on EARTH would you care about a muggleborn?" Elladora questioned, eyes narrowed on her traitor brother - forgetting that she was not Elladora but someone else entirely to those around her.

"I care about you, what has gotten INTO you?" He growled. "Hermione Granger is the world to me, you know that and she betrayed us, she fucking helped Bellatrix kill Ron and Mrs Weasley and Angelina, don't you care at all? Don't you care that Hermione was the one who killed Toby and Jamie?" His voice cracked and tears slid soundlessly down his cheeks. Elladora jumped at the ferocity in his voice, as if he'd been holding in this rage for days, brewing on it until he exploded.

"Draco Malfoy don't you speak to me like that! Who are Toby and Jamie? And i'll repeat - why on EARTH would you care about a mudblood?" Narcissa wasn't around to scold her for using the word so she let it roll off of her tongue easily, almost relishing the feel of it. She could remember the praise her father had given her every time she used it, and it was ingrained in her to feel good when she said it. But there was this guilt inside of her as she thought about the boy who had kept her company, the way he's taught her that not everything was blood purity.

She felt conflicted.

"What is WRONG with you?!" Draco gasped, whilst beside him the redheaded boy looked disgusted and confused. Red's hand grabbed hers tightly, giving it a squeeze.

"Don't use that word, Bells, none of us think you're a mudblood. We love you." Red's tone was earnest and Elladora saw tears sliding down it as well.

"When did you become so soft, Draco?" Elladora yanked her hand away from Red's and stormed straight up to him, glaring at him hard. She felt the adrenaline pump through her and she couldn't even remember ever drinking the potion, let alone the fact that she was in a world that made no sense to her.

"Belinda, what-"

"You were never like this when we were little! Believing mudbloods had a place in the world, believing that they deserved to even come near you. You were so confident, such a hope for our proud family and now look at you, crying because some mudblood bitch turned against you. She is filth, she does not deserve your tears, father would be ashamed to see you now!" She shrieked, before realising what she had said and clapping a hand to cover her own mouth. She'd screwed up and now they would surely know she was not this Belinda person.

"Ella?"

The day Narcissa Malfoy had given birth to the first daughter in the Malfoy line in centuries, she knew that her daughter would one day need to be hidden away from those who loved her and cared for her. The joy and pride in Lucius' eyes as he picked up his newborn baby shattered Narcissa's heart, because she knew her husband would give up their daughter to the Dark Lord when he returned without a second thought. That white-hot rage swept through her body but she kept it at bay, knowing it would do no good to become angry with him.

"Elladora. She will be named Elladora." It was tradition in the Black family to name their children after constellations or stars. One of the very first ancestors in her family had been Elladora, and it was such a beautiful name that Narcissa simply had to have her baby girl named it. Lucius' eyes had met hers and a single nod meant that he agreed with her, which was rare. Normally he disagreed just for the sake of it, just so he could put her in her place - below him, where a woman should be.

Even as one of the purest pureblood's there were, she was still not the highest ranking and it made her sick to the stomach. When would the people in this world come to realise that blood was not everything, magic was not might? She had shaken her head in disgust every time she thought about it but could do nothing to stop her vile husband from teaching her children - for they were not his, he did not deserve their love or attention because she saw the bruises on their skin from his beatings - that mudblood was a good word. She hated watching him praise them for using it, making them feel good about it.

But she could do nothing to stop it, because she was a woman and therefore had no right to speak up.

Elladora was a beautiful daughter and would have been the perfect child had she not been squashed and 'put in her place' constantly by her sorry excuse for a father. Every time she voiced an opinion different to his, no matter if she was right, he would humour her for a moment just to give her that bud of hope that he was actually considering what she had to say valuable, before he'd leap up and whip out his wand, eyes flashing with rage whilst he tortured her. THe sight of seeing her silver-blonde haired daughter writhing in pain on the ground was one she'd never forget.

"Stop, Lucius," she had always growled, but he'd continued, screaming at his daughter not to forget her place. But even if Narcissa was not allowed to speak up against him, she still had certain rights as a pureblood and Lucius, on the odd occasion decided to allow her those rights. "STOP." She would bark in that tone that always made men cower in fear and he would shoot her a glare before sweeping out of the room.

The moment he was gone, Draco would collapse at his sister's side and pull her sobbing frame into his arms whilst Narcissa stroked her hair and dragged bother of her babies into a bittersweet hug, murmuring to them that everything would be alright, that she would protect them. Which was why she had been driven to such desperate measures in order to protect her baby girl as best she could, because when Lucius began to brag that the Dark Lord would soon return to power not two days before the children received letters to Hogwarts, she knew she had to act fast.

It was after watching a muggle movie, something she often did to escape the horrors of the wizarding world, named Rapunzel that she was struck by a brilliant idea inspired by the movie. She would not be so cruel, but she would lock her daughter away for her own safety. She had no other choice, she would not allow Elladora to be passed around as a reward for doing the Dark Lord's bidding as she had been. The memories of their hands all over her, their loud whoops as she stripped for them stabbed at her mind and she would have to focus hard to lock them up in a box.

She would never let Elladora go through that, and so it was that she obliviated Draco and Lucius, transferring their memories of Elladora to a golden heart locket for safekeeping. She locked her daughter away shortly after that, but it took some time to convince Elladora that it was for the best.

She hated that she had to keep her daughter in isolation and not long afte beginning the process of keeping her hidden, she hired someone to keep her company, to keep her sane. When he had died in the war, it had nearly destroyed Elladora but something seemed to change within her and the pain had turned into ambition that constantly glowed in her daughter's eyes.

She just wanted her to be safe.

Belinda glared at the flames of the fire which seemed to just appear out of nowhere the moment she thought it was getting cold. She watching as they danced and flickered, casting an eerie orange glow on the otherwise dark room. She could feel the fear of someone grabbing her from behind due to the darkness but she ignored it because she was furious. Narcissa Malfoy was possibly the most infuriating woman she had ever met, and to think she had been glad to see her. Now she felt as if all her hopes of getting away were shattered and she was still confused as hell.

She rubbed her temples at the massive ache she could feel, throbbing painfully with all the thoughts swimming around in her mind.

Firstly, who was Elladora? In the time that Belinda had known and managed to gain Draco Malfoy's trust, he had never mentioned having a sister. He had told her everything, about the Dark Lord's mission and how he had to murder Dumbledore and he knew he could trust in her because she had never breathed a word to another soul and had let the night play out, knowing that Draco would not kill Dumbledore despite the consequences if he did not. She had faith in him, he was not pure evil.

And through that whole time, not the breath or a whisper of the fact that he had a sister, heck, no one had ever mentioned Draco Malfoy being anything other than a spoilt, evil, death eater only child. It didn't add up in her head that he'd have this sister called Elladora, but she thought about the fact that this girl, whoever she was, was locked up in a tower most of the time which led her to believe that Draco had no clue about his own sister - which was the second confusing thing.

Why would Narcissa be hiding her daughter from her son? Her brow furrowed as she studied the flames carefully, waiting for some sort of reason to come into her mind that made sense. Being a muggleborn, she had no clue of how pureblood women were treated, she had absolutely no clue that Narcissa had no choice but to hide her own daughter for reasons that she probably would only understand if they were told to her. She ran her fingers through her now silver-blonde locks of hair and sighed, tugging slightly at the roots. The pain was a temporary relief from the ache in her head, but the moment she released that awful throb was back.

She buried her face in her hands and felt the tears well up in her eyes. She just wanted to go home. And she'd thought that George getting married was the worst thing in the world, no, now her only chances of surviving without him were dead, her baby siblings who she adored with all of her heart. Ron was dead, Mrs Weasley was dead, Angelina was dead - and yes, she was sad about that. She would never have wished the girl to be murdered for Merlin's sake, she wasn't heartless. Hermione had turned on them, Draco had glared at her like she was the scum of the Earth when she tried to comfort him, and now look where she was, in a tower in someone else's body.

Which is the third reason why she was so confused. How in the name of what is logical and true did she end up in ANOTHER PERSON'S BODY? Why was she in Elladora Malfoy's body, secret sister of Draco Malfoy? She had never in her life heard of someone being trapped inside of someone's else's body, even in the wizarding world. The only thing close to that was polyjuice potion, and even then you were still in your own body you just looked like you were someone else. She groaned but it was a soft, feathery sound and she hated it. It didn't make her feel better, only reminded her of her predicament.

Deciding she needed to just get the rage off of her chest, she stood up and shoved the chair she'd been sitting on away from her, surprised at this dainty girl's strength. The chair went flying backwards and fell over. That satisfied her slightly, but the next thing she was screaming without remembering a conscious decision to do so.

"DAMN IT NARCISSA FUCKING MALFOY YOU GET BACK HERE I NEED TO TALK TO YOU! I HAVE NO IDEA WHERE THE FUCK YOU ARE OR WHY I'M HERE BUT IF YOU DON'T LET ME OUT OF THIS TOWER RIGHT NOW I SWEAR TO MERLIN SHIT IS GOING TO HIT THE FAN!" She screeched at the top of her lungs, charing at the barred window with Elladora's wand in her hand. "Reducto!" She screamed, but the spell merely evaporated into the atmosphere the moment it got near the bars. "DAMN IT, DAMN THIS!" She yelled, violently kicking the dresser and then hopping around on one foot as she held her toe in her hand. "Ow, ow ow, fuck!" She growled.

There was a distinct pop and she knew Narcissa had arrived on the scene.

"YOU!" Belinda shouted, dropping her damaged foot to the ground with barely a wince and pointing a pale finger straight at her. "LET ME OUT OF THIS TOWER OR SO HELP ME I WILL HEX YOU INTO THE NEXT CENTURY!" She howled, charing at Narcissa like she was going to tackle her to the ground and pummel her - muggle style.

Carelessly, Narcissa tossed up a barrier with a flick of her wand and Belinda pounded against the magic. "LET ME OUT LET ME OUT LET ME OUT!" Belinda continued on her furious rampage until Narcissa cast a silencing spell on her as well, her eyes narrowed into dangerous slits. The moment Belinda looked into that murderous gaze she cowered and took a step back immediately.

"Elladora," her voice was clipped and sharp. "You have been in this tower for so long and you said you understood, why must you give me grief? I am sorry to have gotten your hopes up with the promise of letting you go, but Bellatrix has returned and she will give you away as a reward if I let you out. I can't do that my flower, I love you too much to let you know what that is like. Please, try to understand."

Belinda screamed at her soundlessly, trying to explain that she was not Elladora, but of course the damn silencing spell was on her.

"I didn't want to have to do this, but if this is the only way to keep you safe than it must be like this until the threat is gone or until I think you are capable of behaving like a proper young woman," Narcissa's eyes filed with tears as she pointed her wand at Belinda. Belinda felt a ball of fear build in her stomach, what was going to happen to her? She opened her mouth to screech that she was NOT ELLADORA, but there was no hope for her now. A single tear rolled down Narcissa's cheek.

"Obliviate."

"Oh Elladora," a voice drawled in what the owner had obviously hoped to be a creepy manner but merely came out sounding weird. The silvery-blonde haired girl clapped a hand to her mouth to stifle her laughter as she saw her six-year old brother walk past her hiding spot. She was crouched in the cupboard, peeking through the gap as he looked around curiously, a frown on his face before he started to smirk again and wiggled his fingers to amuse himself with his own weird antics. "Come out come out wherever you are! I promise I won't hurt you," he pouted when he was met with only silence.

Normally, Elladora would've burst into fits of laughter by now but she was biting down so hard on her lip it drew blood to keep from laughing. She licked away the metallic taste and shoved her fist into her mouth instead. "Ella, c'mon, i'm bored already. Just come out and it can be your turn, alright? I'll give you some chocolate?" He called out once more, peering around the room. "If you're in one of the out of bounds area i'm telling mother!" He scowled when yet again, he was only met with silence. It was obvious the boy had no clue how to coax his sister out.

He'd tried being funny because he knew she could hardly ever resist laughing at him, he tried bribing her with chocolate, he tried threatening her with mother and still she hid away in the cupboard, resisting the urge to bang her fists against it in laughter at his pouty expression. He truly did look ridiculously adorable when he pouted like that, but at the same time he looked hilariously stupid. It was very conflicting for the young girl and she wasn't sure whether to 'aww' or burst into giggles.

"I think i'll just go steal all of your chocolate," he announced loudly into the silence, and this was what broke Elladora. She tumbled out of the wardrobe and in a movement faster than he saw she'd tackled him to the ground and pinned him down with all of her strength. "NO! That's naught, Drake, NAUGHTY!" She squeaked, glaring down at him with her bottom lip jutted out in her usual way whenever he did something that upset her. He laughed hysterically and easily flipped them, sitting on her as he tickled her mercilessly.

"NO! STOP! DRAKE STOP THAT'S NOT FUNNY!" She screamed, giggles escaping her every possible moment as she thrashed around wildly and managed to shift him off of her, aiming a kick at his stomach. He gasped as the air was knocked straight ouf of his lungs and clutched his stomach, wheezing loudly as he glared at her. "Ella- that- hurt-" He breathed out heavily and she scowled at him in response, immediately standing and brushing off her dress like a proper lady, holding her head high as her mother had taught her to do so. Always hold yourself with dignity, do not let others see your weakness, her mother's words rang through her head and she turned her nose up at the sight of Draco wheezing on the ground.

"Get up boy, I say," she mimicked her father and he burst into laughter, but the sound of a throat being cleared interrupted them both.

They both tensed immediately and at the horror on Draco's face, Elladodra knew just who it was. She gulped and slowly turned, immediately curtseying at the sight of her father. The very look of him struck fear deep within her and she felt herself wanting to tremble. And she was only little, so she did. She trembled violently and sucked in a deep breath that hissed through her clenched teeth. "F-Father, to what do w-we owe the honour?" She asked, looking up at him with terror filled eyes. He sneered at her and immediately looked at Draco.

"Legillemens." The word rolled off his tongue with ease and Draco looked at Elladora desperately whilst the memory of her kicking him in the stomach rose to mind. Her father immediately pulled out of Draco's mind and looked at her scathingly, his lip curled angrily. She knew her place was below Draco, kicking him was un-acceptable. She had only hoped her father would not find out, but here he was, and she knew she was to be punished.

"Did you kick your brother?" He growled, glaring down at his trembling daughter.

She immediately dropped her gaze to her feet, tapping her heels together as she always did. It was a habit of hers and she had no idea where it came from, but it was a clear way of showing she was un-comfortable. She felt her body start to tremble even more violently and she was near tears, opening and closing her mouth in a way that made her resemble a gaping fish as she tried to force out the response to his question, but her throat had dried up and an un-intelligible sound escaped her lips.

"DID YOU KICK YOUR BROTHER?" He roared at her and she jumped, immediately looking up into her father's eyes.

"Y-Y-Y-Yes," she could barely force the word out as she swallowed quickly and shut her eyes, trying to keep the tears at bay. Her father hated seeing her weak and said he tortured her to teach her to be stronger, to teach her that she was not allowed to think herself above a pureblooded male - unless he was a lower ranking pureblood. She would never be permitted to speak against her brother, but she always did. She had a fiery spirit that came from her mother and her father, and she could not often control herself, letting her temper best her judgement.

"Crucio!" She fell to her knee's almost instantly and could hear her brother screaming for his father to stop, that he'd provoked her and she was only kicking him to get him off, but she knew it wouldn't work and would only make her father angrier. "Shut. Up. Drake." She gasped out and she heard no more sound other than her own screams and the sound of sobbing. Tears streamed down her face, the salty taste plaguing her mouth as her limbs thrashed against the floor, trying to find relief from the millions of pins being pushed into every inch of her skin, pushing in so deep that they had to be cut out by knives. And then, the pain was over and she looked up through hazy eyes to see her mother giving her father that vicious look, like she would've killed him if she could.

Her father didn't often listen to her mother, but whenever she looked at him like that he could never refuse. He turned on his heel and swept away, shooting Elladora a glare as he did so. She felt herself being pulled into her brother's arms as her mother hugged them both and whispered soothing words to them. Elladora wished she could crawl into the safety of their bodies and never leave again.

A/N: Okay, so I hope that chapter cleared up some of the confusion. I know that you all expected angst-y romance after the death of Belinda's siblings, and again I apologise for being random and throwing this at you but this is IMPORTANT to the story! I didn't just decide this randomly, something happens because of this change and it will help bring Belinda and George together! :D Plus, drama~

STILL NEED A BETA!