destruction ➙ h. potter

19

"Voldemort was here with one of his death eaters." Dumbledore answered for Isabel, "Come with me,"

Harry and his friends followed Dumbledore inside the house while Isabel was curled up on the cold pavement, with Lupin and Tonks.

They walked towards a hole in a wall that appeared to be Isabel's bedroom.

The scene was horrid.

Her parents were sprawled on the ground, lifeless.

Little Oliver was covered in blood on her bed, dead as well.

Harry wanted to meet Oliver, but not like this.

"I can't look any longer," Hermione said, running out of the room, followed by Ron who went to comfort her.

"What are we going to do, sir?" Harry asked quietly.

"We are having Aurors come to see who was behind the murder, and as for Miss Lyston, I will keep a close eye on her and I believe Mrs. Weasley would be happy to take her in until she can get her own job," Dumbledore said, walking out on the scene.

Harry took one look and felt a pang of guilt for Isabel.

She was so close to her family, now she was an orphan.

They walked outside and saw Isabel in a small ball, sobbing.

Harry knelt down and held her again.

"P-please just l-let m-me d-die," Isabel cried.

"Please don't say that," Harry said, as Ron and Hermione came over and knelt down by her.

"I w-want to die, just l-let me die!" Isabel sobbed.

Harry held her so tight.

Ron and Hermione and Harry exchanged worried looks.

"It's going to be okay," Hermione said.

The sun started rising.

"Nothing is okay," Isabel said, her voice quivering.

"Let's get you to the Burrow," Ron said, helping her stand up.

She felt faint and sick.

She forgot about her leg.

Isabel grabbed on to Lupin's arm as the apparated to the Burrow.

When they got there, it was early morning.

The smell of eggs, bacon, and pancakes wafted through the door.

Dumbledore and the others disappeared leaving the four friends to face Mrs. Weasley alone.

Ron walked in first, cautiously, followed by Harry and Hermione who were helping Isabel limp in.

"Ronald Weasley! Where were you? You can't keep leaving home with no warning! And where--" Mrs. Weasley started screaming, but was cut off at the sight of Isabel.

"Isabel! Dear! What happened?" Mrs. Weasley.

Isabel just looked at the ground and cried.

Hermione mouthed 'I'll tell you later' to Mrs. Weasley. She understood.

"Nevermind, come with me, let's get you cleaned up dear," Mrs. Weasley said, leading her upstairs.

Isabel was lead to a bathroom where she was to take a shower.

She let the hot water fall into the tub as she decided to take a bath.

She slowly peeled her bloody clothing off her shaking body.

As she stepped into the clear, warm water, it started to turn a shade of red from the blood.

As she washed down, she noticed her leg was still bleeding.

She didn't mind.

She was cleaned up she drained the tub and turned on the shower and washed the blood from her hair.

She couldn't tell if she was crying or if it was the shower water.

She didn't mind.

She got dressed in the clothes that Mrs. Weasley provided her.

She dabbed the cuts on her arms until they stopped bleeding.

She put on what she assumed was Ginny's sweat pants, but she left the right leg rolled up, so she wouldn't get blood on them.

She then threw on a Gryffindor Quidditch sweatshirt.

It smelled like pine and lemon. Harry.

She looked at herself in the mirror.

The reflection staring back at her didn't seem like herself.

Her eyes were red and puffy and her cheeks flushed.

Her face was exceptionally pale for her normal olive color.

She looked away and opened the door and stepped out.

As soon as she did she tripped a bit and rolled her already injured leg and she fell to the ground.

"Isabel!" Hermione ran over, "Oh my gosh, your leg!"

Hermione helped her downstairs to Mrs. Weasley.

"Please help her," Hermione said, holding a faint Isabel up.

Mrs. Weasley who was making dinner dropped everything and ran up to her.

"Harry! Ron!" Mrs. Weasley called, "Fred! George! Ginny!"

Everyone ran into the kitchen.

"Ginny, Fred, and George, finish dinner for me, Ron, get me the first-aid kit, not your father's muggle one, ours, Harry and Hermione, help Isabel over to the couch." Mrs. Weasley instructed.

Harry ran over to Isabel, as she completely collapsed into his arms.

He grabbed her under her legs and carried her to the couch.

He laid her down and Hermione put a pillow under her head.

Harry held Isabel's hand and stroked it with his thumb. She weakly squeezed it back.

Isabel had her eyes closed as Ron came back with medical equipment.

Ginny walked into the room, "Will she be okay?"

"Yes, don't you worry," Mrs. Weasley answered.

Hermione helped Mrs. Weasley bandage and treat the wound.

"How did you get this anyway?" Ron asked Isabel as she sat up on the couch.

Harry sat next to Isabel to help her sit up.

"I jumped out my window," She said, her voice hoarse.

"Bloody hell," Ron muttered.

A tear fell for Hermione's eye as she couldn't imagine the amount of pain her friend was going through. Ron timidly whiped it away, causing Hermione to chuckle a bit and her face to heat up.

"I'm really sorry," Isabel said quietly.

Harry put his arm around her.

Isabel breathed in his warm scent.

As she fell asleep she wondered when she could see Oliver again.

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