Elysia

Prologue

He paused, his eyes searching mine for some sort of understanding, prompting me to nod. His promise was a true one, and I didn't doubt that he would stand by his word. I remained silent, waiting for him to continue.

"Repeat this, precisely, the Elysia herself:

Day will changes its colour,

from bright evening to black night,

two must live without the others,

only they will survive the fight.

Tell her that if she ever wants to know the meaning of her future, she must come to her true father."

I was utterly confused, did he mean that he would take Elysia to her father to find out what that little rhyme meant? But, Dumbledore was dead... Was Voldemort going to bring him back in some sick way to prove a point?

"H-How will I see her?" I stammered, averting my eyes from his.

He chuckled, a high, piercing sound that provoked his followers to join in on the laughter. I stared around in confusion, what was I missing? Pushing myself upwards, I stood up straight before the seated Voldemort, my height so tiny that I was still not taller than him.

"She's a healer, girl! So, I'll give her something to heal." he laughed, his face so joyous that it was hard to accept what he meant.

He drew his wand from his robes and flicked it at me, a frightening crack ensuing. I was still standing, though one of my legs was twisted violently to the side. I wanted to collapse, at lease easing some of the immense pain, but my feet were frozen tot he ground.

"Willow, Pansy, assist me." he said morosely, tired of snapping my bones.

The two girls actually looked shocked, never before having to go this far. Had they been so naïve as to believe that Voldemort would not crush any innocence left within them? Tears rolled down my cheeks freely, but I couldn't move as he tortured me, breaking more and more, causing blood to flow liberally.

"C-crucio..." Willow murmured, lacking conviction in her eyes.

I screamed in pain as Pansy repeated the curse, doubling my agony. It went on for nearly an hour, my body frozen in an upright position as they wrecked me. My screams died down in the end as I realised that they would come to no good.

"Leave her near the Ravenclaw tower." he said casually, as if he had not been torturing a twelve year-old for the past hour.

By this time, both Pansy and Willow were crying silently, their eyes as tortured as my brittle body. I drew some sick pleasure from seeing them distraught, as they realised that this was the life that they were entering.

They left me in a pool of my own blood outside of Ravenclaw tower, incoherent thoughts rattling through my mind.

We called Elysia the Mother of Hogwarts, because she was the closest thing we had right now. The Death Eaters prevented visits home, even during the holidays apparently, and contact to anyone outside of the school, meaning that we had no parents during the school year.

Elysia was a warm light for us, mere moths floating in the cold. Wounds were mended, and Neville had formed a new dorm in the Room of Requirement, a Utopia of sorts. No one had heard anything of Harry Potter, the Death Eaters constantly telling us he was dead; but it couldn't be true.

"We found one! We found one!" squeaked a little voice in the distance, provoking a clatter of footsteps.

The words made me shudder, imitating the same declaration Pansy had made hours before.

Despite the bags under her eyes, she was still lovely as she crouched beside me, chanting all sorts of spells that I couldn't feel; I was too far-gone.

"Voldemort gave me a message for you..." I said simply, realising that perhaps Elysia would get to see her father, like I never would.

"What did he say?" she said calmly, almost as if she didn't believe me.

"That if you want to know the meaning of your future... that little prophecy thing... you need to talk to your true father."

She paused, her blue eyes staring in to mine frantically. Holding my cold hand tightly, she gave me a taut smile before continuing.

"My father is dead."

"Day will changes its colour,

from bright evening to black night,

two must live without the others,

only they will survive the fight." I said simply, hoping the message was conveyed, I was dying for this bloody message, anyway.

Her expression softened as she used her thumb to wipe the blood from the corner of my mouth. She believed me, I knew it now, but it had only made her sad. Tears escaped the corners of her eyes, as she made soothing 'shhh' noises.

"I'm sorry that that message caused this,” she whispered, glancing at my extensive wounds.

"It's alright, I suppose I owe my life to you anyway, you’re the only reason I made it through this year.” I croaked, my body growing even number; if that was possible.

"Don't be silly..."

"I'll tell Dumbledore you said 'Hello'." I choked finally, feeling my throat contract beyond the possibility of breathing.

More of that lovely 'shh-ing' as she stroked my arm, just like my Mum used to do when I went to bed. Maybe I'd get to be on one of those memorial plaques, another person dead in Voldemort's war, though I didn't really fight.

"What's her name?" Elysia inquired as my eyes closed and breath faltered.

A solemn voice replied, "Idony Jones, Gryffindor house."

"Goodnight, Idony."

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