The forgotten Fyre
As I stepped back into the Malfoy Manor, the hushed whispers of the household followed me, but I ignored them and carried on. I was Elizabeth Fyre, a proud pure blood and a devoted Death Eater.
Walking through the manor's halls, I heard quick footsteps from behind, and I turned to see Narcissa, looking tired. "Elizabeth, I need you to come with me, quickly," she said urgently. I raised a brow at the statement, and she let out a frustrated sigh.
"It's about Bellatrix—she's having an episode, and I need your help."
I gave her a firm nod and followed her back to the family's personal area. Passing Lucius and Draco, both looking startled and slightly fearful, I couldn't blame them. Bellatrix was very unpredictable during her episodes. They weren't as intense as when she was a child, but after escaping Azkaban, they became more severe and violent.
We stopped outside the parlor doors, where I could hear Bella's cackling laugh and the chaotic sounds of spells and objects being tossed around. "Thank you, Elizabeth. Please, help her," Narcissa pleaded, standing next to her husband and son. I gave her a final nod before entering the parlor, closing the door behind me.
Inside, I found Bellatrix talking manically to herself, asking and answering questions. I slowly approached. "Hello, darling. You okay now? We're not in that place anymore," I spoke softly as I closed the distance between us. Her head swiveled to stare at me, looking like she was a moment away from casting a spell on me.
I continued to close the distance. "Ely? Yes—Yes, you're right, but the voices tell me so, and they continue to lie-lie-lie," she rambled, facing the fire. I moved behind her, slowly embracing her, resting my chin on her shoulder and gently wrapping my arms around her, hands resting on her stomach.
Pressing a soft kiss to her neck and then her cheek, I felt her breathing slow and her ranting gradually cease. "Ely?" she spoke, a hint of vulnerability in her voice that never failed to touch my heart. "I'm here, darling. I'm here," I reassured her, feeling her relax into my arms.
One of her hands found its way into my hair, anchoring her in the present. "Yes, Ely's here. You're always here," she said warmly, and I gave her a soft squeeze, savoring the warmth of the moment. I held her for a while. Her head tilted to the side, and she gave me that smile that sent my heart into flutters.
Her eyes were now clear and focused, telling me she was back. She gently broke the hug to turn around and embrace me fully. I used my slight height advantage to snake my arms around her waist and hold her close. She did the same, pressing our bodies firmly together.
I pulled back slightly and looked into her lovely brown eyes, getting lost in those hazel orbs. She gave me that knowing smirk, and I leaned forward as she tilted her head up. Our lips meeting was a soft but slow dance. Our lips molded against each other, stirring memories of moments from long ago, and our tongues slowly emerged to dance a familiar tune.
I didn't know how long we spent like that, but we slowly pulled apart, resting our foreheads against each other, savoring each other's presence.