Chapter Four
The Dreamworld is entirely our own. Of what we make it. Something from the back of our minds that we want for reality. Celeste had dreamt of leading a small group of witches and wizards across a battlefield. Not fighting, but healing. Both sides. For she took no side to begin with. The healing powers was impossible to match. Not just any plain magic. Bring the dead back to life. Hearing a scream, the blonde turned her head and stood up. A flash of green light. Seeing the Dark Lord falling before vanishing into thin air. There she stood, a young boy crying. Seeing the little boy, as a woman laid dead upon the floor. The last strip of the fabric the Dark Lord was in, Celeste gently reached out and touched it. It whiped out of her hand as it glowed white and with quick movement, it vanished against the boy's forehead, leaving a lighting bolt upon his forehead. Everything around her then turned to black smoke.
Celeste woke up with cold sweat dripping down her body as she shook. Shaking her head as she rubbed her forehead. Holding the Dailey Prophet in on hand; MASS BREAKOUT!
'No. It's impossible. You were just a young toddler then.' She spoke to herself. She looked at the headline again. Bellatrix Lestrange was on the front cover. Celeste couldn't help but notice the woman's hair and sharp curves of the dark witch's body outline. Wondering how the features were familiar. There was several pages on the Death Eaters that escaped. One caught her attention. A dark witch with dark red hair of Alecto Carrow. Celeste would catch herself starring at this picture for a long time. 'Why does she look so familiar?' She kept asking. Her face flushed with a small amount of heat as a soft knock came from her door. Celeste silently left her bed to answer the door. Seeing Draco stand before her. She paniced and ran to get her robe to hide her night wear. Once she had her cloak wrapped around her body, she looked back at Draco.
"What are you doing?" She asked as he let himself in. "Oh, just come right in why don't you?" She snapped.
"It's almost noon! Missed the train but mother sent someone to collect us." Draco spoke rolling his eyes. The blonde witch gasped and dashed to the corner to quickly change. Stuffing her robes into the trunk along with her books. Tying her hair back into a pony, or tried to. Her hair was becoming impossible to tame. Once finished, she pulled her trunk to the door and heard a loud crack! A house elf appeared. Jumping about two feet in the air as she whiped out her wand. An small creature of a House Elf had appeared into the room. Elf magic was much different than wizard magic.
"The elf is here to take your things. Come, we're heading to the entrance on the grounds." Draco explained as Celeste nodded before following him out.
"You're not wearing that now are you?" Draco asked while looking at the girl up and down.
"Yes, why? Can't handle muggle clothes?" Celeste asked while rolling her eyes.
"No. Neither can mother. Muggles are so below us." He added.
"I'm a muggle born Draco. What am I supposed to do? It's all I have but my uniforms you know?" She asked and shook her head. Draco opened his mouth and then closed it. She raised a brow at him before shrugging it off. It was the first time Draco hadn't called her anything. In fact, he stopped calling her names after their first year. It was odd. Pansy on the other hand had no problem what so ever. Never letting Celeste forget her blood status and how she lives in a low life. Not belonging in Slytherin either. There had to be a reason the Hat placed her in this House.
"There he is." Draco spoke after Celeste snapped out of thought. Looking up and sure enough there was a hooded cloak. Wondering who it was as they approached the gate. Seeing their Head of House as well.
"Professor Snape?" The blonde witch asked as Severus only looked at her from his nose.
"Alright Antonin. It's safe to take them." Snape spoke before swifting turning his heels and left back to the castle. Her blood turned to ice when she heard the name.
"Antonin? The Death Eater?!" Celeste shrieked as the man grabbed her arm along with Draco and disapparated.
Coughing while gasping for air again. How she would never get used to apparation. Draco seemed to be unaffected by it. Feeling her arm being grabbed again. Being dragged along side with the man. Struggling against his strong grip.
"Now, stop it or I'll have to hoist you over my shoulders girl." The man grunted. Celeste ignored him and kicked his shin. "Ouch! Why you lil' brat!" He hissed and grabbed the young blonde witch and hurled her up over his shoulder. He held onto her tightly. A little too tight and was hurting her now.
"Let me go!" She screamed as she kicked and thrashed about. Giving up when she caught the sight of the Manor. There was a dark erie surronding the place. Celeste held her breath as the front door was opened. Seeing an elf hold it opened as they entered. As soon as her feet toucheh the floor
'SMACK!'
Celeste had smacked Antonin across the face as hard as she could. Only to feel a blow across her face in return. The floor was hard and cold cement. Covering her cheek as her eyes swelled with tears.
"You jerk!" She screamed at him.
"Filty Mud-Blood! Don't touch me!" Antonin shouted at her and back handed her again. The second blow caused her to burst into tears.
"Enough!" A woman's voice shouted. Sure enough, a tall, thin, blonde woman came into sight. She looked at the Death Eater who coward at her before taking off. "You alright?" The woman asked as Celeste stood up. Wiping her eyes as she starred at the woman. It was looking into the mirror. "I'm Narcissa Malfoy. Welcome home." The woman added.
Celeste's head was hurting as she sat on the bed she was staying in. 'What did she mean by welcome home?' Celeste thought. She heard hushed voices outside her door. She tiptoed and stood behind it.
"I want to see her Cissy!" A harsh voice whispered.
"Not now Bella! She already hates us. Not that I blame her." The other voice of Narcissa spoke.
"Why not. I need to see her. Did he get punished? He had no right!" The woman called Bella hissed before stalking off.
"He did. I made sure of it. No harm shall befall her." Narcissa spoke as she followed the other woman downstairs. The footsteps were gone as Celeste closed the door and locked it. Rubbing her stinging cheek as she looked into a mirror. Narcissa was right. She hated it here. Her cheek was now a shade of light purple and red from the hand. You could see the finger tips of the man's hand upon her face. A soft knock was upon the door as it opened.
"Dinner is ready miss." The elf spoke.
"I'm not hungry. Go away." Celeste replied.
"Mistress insists you join her in the library at six o' clock sharp." With that, the elf vanished. Frowning as she shut the door. Pocketing her wand, not wanting to enter any room unprepared. There was a black dress sitting upon her bed with a note. Asking her to wear it. Slowly, she stripped off her clothes and placed the dress over her head and let it fall. It hung just below her knees. Giving a perfect fit around her body. She took a look into the mirror again before attempting to tame her hair again. Giving up as it just fell down.
She peeked out the door and looked both ways in the hallway. No one. Good. She wanted it to stay that way until she came to the library. She admired the painting on the wall as she went. Most of them were blonde. Some black hair and few brown. She stopped at the current Malfoy family picture. There were two toddlers. One boy and one girl. The girl was being held by Narcissa as the boy by the blonde haired man. 'Man, so much white hair.' Celeste smiled at the picture. She wondered who the little girl was. Pushing the thought to the back of her head as she made her way down the stairs. Hearing voices again as she froze.
"Amycus, the Dark Lord was clear. No harm. I know he is your best friend but he should not have handled her like that. Draco said he was unruley." The woman's voice spoke. Celeste peeked around the corner as her breath was caught in her throat. Two most wanted Death Eaters were standing in the middle of the hall. The Carrows. Celeste quickly turned and took a different way.
"Who's there?" The woman's voice spoke again. Celeste bit her tongue before the footsteps faded away. Taking a deep breath as she moved quickly this time. Not sure where to go. She stopped by the end of the hall and gasped. The room a was huge. Filled with hundreds of books. The tall blonde woman was absorbed in a book with a glass of wine in her other hand.
"You wanted to see me Madame Malfoy?" Celeste spoke as Narcissa turned to face her. With manners, Celeste curtised to the beautiful woman.
"I did. I'm so glad you came little one." The woman spoke. When she did, she felt as if nothing else in the world mattered. It was filled with soft music when she spoke. Celeste couldn't help but feel awe towards the woman. The woman waved her hand for the younger blonde to sit, so she did.
"Draco told me a lot about you. Ever since first year, I have been wanting to see you." Narcissa spoke softly and smiled. Celeste smiled back softly.
"I'm nothing special. Though, I don't understand why." She added as footsteps came up behind them.
"Ah, Cissy. She's finally out of her room." The same voice from earlier spoke. Celeste raised a brow and turned her head. Only to be faced by none other than Bellatrix Lestrange. Celeste stood up and let out an ear piercing scream. She weakly pointed at the dark witch.
"You're! You're her! The most loyal. You're Bellatrix!" She screamed and she backed away from the dark witch.
"Celeste! Please calm yourself!" Narcissa spoke as the ground and walls began to shake as Celeste screamed again. "She's not going to hurt you!" The woman added as four more people came into the room.
"What's all the screaming about?" Draco asked. The tall blonde man stood behind him. The Carrows on both sides.
"She's paniking! She still doesn't know!" Narcissa spoke quickly. "Celeste stop screaming and we'll explain everything." The woman touched Celeste's shoulder. She stopped screaming and stood behind the tall blonde woman.
"Why is she here? Why are they here?" She whimpered. She felt the gentle tug as she sat back down. Keeping her distance from Bellatrix who seemed to be looking hurt at the moment.
Once everything was calmed down in the room, everyone seemed to be sitting down all around the library. Celeste could feel eyes upon her. Narcissa spoke again as the young blonde witch looked at her. Again. It felt as if she was looking into the mirror.
"Celeste. I need you to open your mind and listen. We have much to discuss." Narcissa spoke softly. Celeste on the other hand had her hand upon her wand just in case. "My dear, as I have said, I am glad you came. Draco told me so much about you, at first I couldn't believe my ears. That you are alive. Safe as well. After everything that happened that day."
"That day?" Celeste raised a brow as she looked around the room. The Carrows were walking around the room listening to everything. The young blonde kept her eyes upon everyone, making sure no sudden movements. "Celeste, you're not a muggle born." Narcissa finally spoke.
"What?" She raised her brow at the woman. Her eyes caught the red haired dark witch and Celeste felt her face flush at this and quickly looked back to Narcissa.
"You're not a muggle born. You're pure blooded. You're a Malfoy. My daughter." Narcissa spoke. Celeste's head began to buzz and shook her head. "Your name is Celeste Rose Malfoy. Draco's twin sister." Narcissa added.
"You lie." Celeste spoke to the woman.