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It had begun like any other morning. She had woken up, gotten dressed, went to get her breakfast which was served by a House Elf, and all was well. She climbed up onto the chair at the large table and looked around the room. Her mother was also eating; yet her father looked... worried about something. The more she thought about it, the more she realized that her mother didn't look very happy at all... The young girl pushed her plate away from her, and frowned, looking between the two. Her lips parted and as her eyes continued to shift, she sat up straight and spoke; "Wh-what's wrong?"
She was four. at the time.. and concerned. About what? Well, that's what she was trying to figure out. She never did get an answer just then... However later that day, when she was upstairs in her room, she heard a screaming from the floor below...
Her messy hair pulled into matching french braids on either side of her head to keep it from knotting, she grabbed her small stuffed Hippogriff and started toward the stairs... She opened her bedroom door cautiously, and stepped out, wooden panels, creaking beneath her feet as she stepped; she'd never noticed before then... but everything was rather creaky in their old home... It was so quiet. Save that shrieking scream. She came to the top of the stairs, and looked down them to see her mother's feet, sticking out from behind a corner of a wall and then yelling began; "We'll kill you before we let you escape!" she heard... and slowly made her way down the stairs. she looked to her mother, who was lying on the floor motionless... What had.... what had happened?! She looked around, and saw a few strange people in their home. Large, brown eyes stared at them;
"Please, I have a daughter!" her father's voice!
She went to run toward it, but was stopped by the weak sound of her mother; "Go back... to your room Medea." she looked back, but her attention soon after got caught by a glimpse in the corner of her eye of a black cloak coming toward her.
She looked over to the others as she felt a hand grab her arm roughly complete with a "Come on kid, nothing to see here." She was so confused... But she was soon let go, before they made it to the stairs when came a quick and clear "Avada Kadavra!" from the other room. A bright green light flashed, and one of the strange men had flown back and hit the wall hard, and the yelling started again. Mere moments later; her father was being taken out of the home. Unconscious? Dead? She wasn't sure, but she didn't like it... "D-... Daddy?" she asked softly as they walked past her and her mother with her father. "Whe... Where are you taking Daddy?"
"He's a bad man, Kid. We've gotta take him to protect you." She didn't understand... but she couldn't really do anything, either... Once they were gone; her mother began to move again. "Wh-w-where d-did they t-ta-take da-daddy?" tears, streaming down the young girl's face as she looked to her mother for answers; but she only received an embrace and a soft tone; "It'll all be okay, Medea... Pack some things... We're going to visit Auntie and Uncle Malfoy... You can play with Alexus... okay?"
Medea just sat there however... what had happened..? What was going to happen..?
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They arrived at the Malfoy manor later on that evening... Her aunt gave her mother a hug, and invited them in. Medea was greeted by her cousin; "Come on, Medea!" Medea nodded slowly; perhaps her cousin would be able to cheer her up?
They played for a little while... Alexus more than Medea... The young Lestrange just didn't have it in her... the blonde had tried to get the brunette to play several games. Even forms of sports; using the many-more House Elves as team mates on each side. Nothing seemed to work, however.
"What's the matter..?"
"I'm going to get Daddy back..."
"But Mamma said he can't come back, you heard her." Now that was not something that Medea had wanted to hear. She knew that her aunt had stated that he was taken to a place called 'Azkaban', which wasn't easily escaped from, and there was no visitors allowed. It was a place for bad people, but her father wasn't bad, was he? No! He was a kind, gentle man. At least; he had always been toward Medea. She loved her father... with all her heart...
"I'll get him myself... You'll see..."
 Aya the Small · Sat May 19, 2012 @ 06:48am · 0 Comments |
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