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Entry Two
January 02, 2001
My dear husband has not returned. It's been a long night and a longer day, so I figured I could paint my toenails. I know I can do them magically, but to waste the time away, I decided to do them myself. I have yet to shower or bathe, my hair is astray, my face is bare and only elegant thing on my person, is my wedding rings on my unpolished finger along with these damn thin barely there chains around each wrists, ankles, and neck. They look like beautiful silver jewelry, but they are far from it.
I sat on my bed and painted my nails; I forgot this particular red dry to a freshly dried blood color. The color triggered a memory, I don't know if it would be traumatic memory, as I quite numb to trauma. Although, it did trigger a memory to the time I became a wife. Right when we got home from our honeymoon, not even having our luggage unpacked or even having our coats taken off, my husband was summoned away from me. It was the very first time in my life I felt the uneasiness and anxiety spread through my body like needles. I knew what I was signing up for when I said, "I Do", but it was all too soon. It was rather quite devastating thinking if I was going to become a widow, the feeling of it I still feel every time he gets summon away from me. He just kissed my forehead and tightly hugged me and apologized and wisp away like smoke out of my arms.
I remember sobbing myself to sleep that night, waking up frantically looking around, but he was not there with me, and continue sobbing into my pillow. I can't recall the purpose of their mission they were assigned too; I know their mission was to hunt people down. Who was it with him, I remember Draco and another person, I can't recall, and my husband. They were gone for five days. In those five days, I hardly slept and ate, the house elf would bring my meals to my room, but I couldn't barely eat much.
I remember, sitting on my corner sofa chair looking out the French doors of my bedroom all day and all night, looking into the darkness, hoping to see a glimpse of something, but there was nothing but empty darkness and silence. With just the sounds of my breathing, inhaling, and exhaling as I wiped away silent tears. My cheeks were raw from all the wiping I was doing. Then finally on the fifth night, as I sat looking out the window of my dimly lite room, I heard my bedroom door creak open, and slumped against the door frame stood my husband. I stood up, with my eyes round like saucers, I gaped at my husband as he dragged himself halfway into the room and collapsing. All I could see was the fresh dried blood on his face and hands, and clumps of hair dried with blood. I remember running to him, heart pounding, kneeling next to him, looking down at his black clothing and cape covered in blood, fresh blood coming from somewhere on his body, as my ivory silk night gown was soaked in blood. I could see the blood coming out of his mouth. I recall screaming at him to give me his wand and seeing the fear in his eyes and he was trying to talk, but blood kept coming out of his mouth. My husband laid on the floor shaking his head hanging on to his wand and I yanked it out of his hand.
I could feel my magic stirring within me, as I patched him up the best I could through the pain of the electrocuting shocks around my wrists, ankles, and neck. I was not going to let my husband die before me without doing anything about it. I patched him up the best I could and called for our house elf Suki, who took over, as the burning sensation intensified around those damn chain jewelry. The last thing I remember was the excoriating pain and succumbing to the darkness.
I was bedridden for a week and it was the first time we got into an argument, but I don't regret it. If I didn't do anything, he would of died there in my arms, but he countered it with me summoning our house elf, at the time I was in a panic and did not think about our house elf, until after the fact. Then to make matters even worst, after I recovered, I was summoned by the Dark Lord and tortured with the cruciatus curse for using my husband wand. I was out of it for another week.
When I came back to my senses after recalling those memories, I was being held by my husband, as he softly stroked my hair lovingly and kissed the top of my head. If there is anything that came out of this, is my husband's gentle hands always brings me back from those dark memories. This time he came home whole and unscathed. I am most grateful for those returns after he is summoned away from me.
Today was a great day, my husband came home to me healthy.
XO,
Mrs. Nott