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Doll hated seeing some of the things Bellatrix kept in the kitchen, but it was the only way to make special resipies. She pulled out a few odd-looking things and dumped it into the cauldron, pluging her nose and coughing as a small fume puffed out then dissapated within a moment. "Where's that flower's breaze?" She mumbled to herself, still coughing at the terrible stench then dumping a jar of pink liquid into the brew making it smell like roses. "Oh thank god!"

"Wim root and moss from the hiccup trees." She said stirring it. "My least favorite thing in the world is making healing potions but you can make a large profit out of them. They don't taste so bad either, better when I make them at least." She said, pulling out a light blue liquid and poured it in, turning the bronze liquid into silver. She then turned to the cabbage soup she had made and poured a little of the liquid in it. "Healing soup." She said smiling, obviously proud. "This was my second attempt and it finally worked!"

Doll smiled and thanked him. She then took off her bandage and took a drop of the healing potion. "Now watch this." She said smiling as she put a drop on the sandwich he handed her. She took a bite of the sandwich and a small current of blue and silver ran over her body, healing anything slowly, even the cut on her hand.

Doll looked confused. When she got into her brother's room she noticed he had just woke up. She looked saddened when she saw his face which was burnt badly, there were bandages all over his cheast. She sat down and helped him up as she fed him the soup, his wounds healing. She nodded as he told her to go out for a minute and let him change. She came back into the kitchen, hiding her face from Lysander. She didn't want him to see her like this with the tears and everything.

"He's beyond curable." She said, washing the bowl. "The potion only works for wounds on the outside and small wounds on the inside. We don't have any other potion that cures more than that, not even a spell. He's badly damaged on the inside to where I can't get to him without killing him right away." She choked up a bit and turned, wiping off her hands. "My mother did this..." She said, almost to where no one could hear her. "Her followers slaughtered his family and friends. He had no one left but me. As he came here, hearing I had returned they had ambushed him and he was able to slip away, but barely. That ambush was meant for me not him. I should have been there. I should have died with him." She said, sitting on a small kitchen stool and placing her head on the table.

Doll's lip seemed to quiver a bit, but she was only crying now because some one cared about her. She had people who she thought cared about her but betrayed her in the end, but him, she knew he was different. She pulled him into a tight hug as she started to cry, but smile. Tears of sadness and joy. She kissed him on the cheek but still kept the tight hug. She had sucha strong grip that it felt almost crushing, but it filled you with happiness and love at the same time. It also felt unpenatrable as if she had iron arms. It was the power of a goddess.

Doll smiled as much as she could with her quivering lip. She began to calm down and her grip seemed to lighten but it was still tight. She pressed her head up against him. She hadn't been this happy in a long time. She started to pull away slowly after a long time and looked into his eyes, hers red from crying but they seemed happy. There was also a soft smile on her face as she brushed some of his hair from his forhead and placed her hand over his cheek. With a blink of her eyes, the last silver tear streemed down her cheek.

Doll nodded and kept smiling. "Much." She whispered back. Her dark purple eyes seemed to lighten. Her eyes would change shades of purple depending on her emotions. She felt like when she looked into Lysander's eyes that she was staring into the sea. She thought that she could sit here and be lost in them forever, she wanted to be with him forever. She knew she would do anything to protect him from any danger. She felt lucky to have such a treasure that was sitting right infront of her.