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CELESTE 

stared at her mother who was unable to say anything. Maybe it was because the mother had thought she might never see her daughter again, either because of the war or because she might be dead. But now she was here, and as happy and grateful she was to have her here, she needed the girl to leave. Narcissa shot a panicked look at her husband and Lucius immediately walked over to his wife and daughter. 

"Sweetheart," Narcissa sighed with an enormous amount of guilt washing her over. 

The girl who was laying on the floor was Celeste's friend and the same age. A young girl who's bee tortured by no other than Bellatrix. Narcissa didn't want nothing more than to keep Celeste with her here, but she knew that it was too risky and dangerous. Celeste was after all a 'blood traitor'.

"Yes mum?" Celeste asked, her golden eyes wide open but before Narcissa had a chance to say anything, Draco marched to the room and oh boy, that confused look on his face was worth a thousand galleons.

"Cel?" Draco breathed and ran over to his sister and trapped her into a tight hug, although the girl was still sitting on her mother's lap. "What the bloody hell are you doing here?" He asked.

Celeste smirked. "Good to see you too," she teased her brother who didn't seem to be amused by her humor. 

The girl sighed and smiled slightly before her eyes wandered back to Hermione who was silently crying. Celeste quickly glanced at her aunt and then her parents, before taking off to Hermione and kneeling next to her.

"Get away from her," hissed Bellatrix, trying her best not to sound too harsh when speaking to her niece. 

Celeste ignored her aunt and laid her hand gently on Hermione's side. "Mione?"

Hermione opened her eyes a little but didn't say anything. 

Celeste looked at her mother who tried to avoid any eye contact with her, which has never happened. The girl stood up, leaving Hermione behind and walked to her father, knowing that the man wasn't able to lie to her. 

"Dad...." 

"Celeste darling," Lucius sighed and gently stroked Celeste's hair when the girl was standing in front of her. "It's not safe for you to be here."

"B-bu dad..." Celeste said with a sad smile but before she could had said anything else, a loud roar echoed through the hallways of the manor when a certain redhead and a boy with glasses bursted into the room. 

Celeste's eyes grew so wide that she looked like a doll at this point, it was Ron and Harry. How come they all were at the manor?

Before Celeste had any more time to think about what was going on, lights from everyone's wands flew across the air, making it impossible for Celeste to think. She kept hearing everyone's thoughts now as well, no one tried to hide them. Hermione was still crying in her head, Ron was thinking about the best way to hurt Bellatrix but Harry's mind was as cool as it can be.

"Stupefy!" Celeste heard Harry yelling, and just like that, her father collapsed. 

Panicking, Celeste turned to look at her mother and brother, and a certain beast looking thing whom Celeste has seen once or twice. She wasn't sure when the beast had entered the room but it seemed like he was fighting with Celeste's family and not against them. 

"Stop or she dies!" Bellatrix's loud and high pitched voice silenced the room. She was holding Hermione, who was unconscious and a silver knife was held against her throat.

"Drop your wands," she whispered. "Drop them, or we'll see exactly how filthy her blood is."

Celeste quickly turned her head towards her aunt. She wasn't sure what to think. She was in shock ― the woman was holding a knife against Hermione's throat, was not the same woman Celeste knew. Not the one who was so protective over her, so protective that she had even agreed to keep her mouth shut about Celeste's plan. 

Celeste wasn't paying any attention to what was happening anymore, she felt paralyzed. She started to slowly look around and noticed that this was the same room where she had spent her last delayed birthday with her parents and brother, but somehow the room looked so sad. She glanced at her parents who looked terrified, her brother must had cried at some point, his eyes were red and puffy.

"Sweetheart," Narcissa whispered and placed her pale hand on Celeste's shoulder.

The girl immediately turned to look at her mother but then Bellatrix spoke once again. 

"Now, Cissy I think we ought to tie these little heroes up again, while Greyback takes care of Miss Mudblood," Bellatrix spoke rather softly. 

Narcissa didn't say a word and instead she focused back to her daughter. "I need you to get out of here," she whispered to Celeste who tried to make sense of the scene. 

At Narcissa's last word there was a peculiar grinding noice from above. Suddenly the chandelier above them came crashing down, making Bellatrix scream and throwing herself from under it, letting go of Hermione in the process. 

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EVERYTHING

happened so fast and suddenly Harry, Ron, Hermione and Dobby ― who was the one to drop the chandelier ― were gone. Celeste's mind ran like a wind but she tried to keep herself focused but it didn't work. Her breathing was heavy, like she was breathing ice cold water into her lungs. 

She kept staring at the chandelier that was now ruined when she felt her mother's hand on her cheek. Celeste's eyes flickered and she touched her cheek, just next to her mother's hand, and felt some liquid on it. She wiped her fingers across the liquid and looked at her fingers, there was blood. 

"Oh," Celeste said quietly when she realized that shattered pieces of crystals must had hit her cheek. 

She looked at her mother who bit her lip from crying while she was using her hand to wipe off all the blood.

"Is everyone all right?" Lucius asked when he had finally gotten up from the curse that Harry hit on him. He walked as fast as he could to Celeste, Narcissa and Draco. "Draco? Celeste?" He asked them.

"We're fine dad," said Draco.

"Cissa?" Asked Lucius.

Narcissa just nodded, her hands trembling when she looked at them. Blood, her daughter's blood, in her hands. Her worst fear had come true. She let out a small sob, and Celeste immediately wrapped her arms around her mother.

"I'm all right mum. It's just a cut," Celeste assured her. "It's just a cut mum," she repeated but Narcissa kept shaking. 

"No no no," Narcissa shook her head against Celeste's shoulder. "It's a cut now but what abut next time?" She whispered, making Lucius' heart ache.

"Cissa," Lucius said softly and gently removed Narcissa from Celeste. He cupped his wife's cheeks and kissed her forehead. "It's only a cut."

Narcissa took a deep breath in and exhaled. "It's only a cut. It's only a cut," she sighed before turning to look at Celeste and Draco. "You're not hurt? Neither of you?"

"We're fine mum," Celeste and Draco said in unison, making Narcissa chuckle and cry at the same time.

"Cissy!" Bellatrix shrieked and ran to her sister and everyone else. "The Dark Lord is coming. He'll be here soon," she said and glanced at Celeste with such confusion in her eyes. 

Bellatrix was Voldemort's biggest supporter, his right hand but she was also Celeste's aunt who wanted the girl to leave immediately, other wise she might be in danger. 

Celeste bit her lip, she wanted to know what happened to Hermione. It was clear that it was her aunt's doing but what did she do and why. 

"Aunt Bella," Celeste said and suddenly Bellatrix's cold eyes were warmer. 

Bellatrix leaned to give a kiss on Celeste's forehead, and the girl stayed quiet. She knew. She knew what had happened, she could see it in her aunt's eyes. Celeste didn't approve it ― she didn't want her aunt to be the way that she was. 

"Why?" Asked Celeste. "Why did you...."

"You need to leave, little Cissy," Bellatrix said, stopping Celeste from asking any questions.

Celeste bit her lip but knew that her time was limited ― and she did not want to spend it on arguing with anyone. She gave her aunt a small smile before turning to her parents. 

"No please," Celeste begged. "Dad, mum please. I-I can't leave you again," she said and grabbed her father's hand. "He'll be so angry with you and s-something bad can happened and and...."

"We'll be fine but you need to go," Draco said before Lucius had a chance to say anything. "But you won't be."

Celeste shook her head. "Why can't you come with me? I'm sure that the Order will get you to safety. I'm friends with them and once I tell them maybe the could...."

"It's not possible sweetie. But you really need to leave now," Lucius sighed, caressing Celeste's cheek that wasn't bleeding. "Go to your uncle and aunt."

"But please daddy," Celeste said, her voice breaking. "Do you realize that when this is over, we will be on the opposite sides. If you win then I'll have to leave or die and if we win then you will..."

"It's not up for discussion," Narcissa finally spoke. Her voice was stern but her face was softest it has ever been. "You were here only for five minutes and you got hurt. You could had gotten killed. I am not going to take another chance with this," she said and pulled Celeste into one last hug.

"I love you sweetheart. Now go," she whispered and without another word, Celeste nodded and dissapareted herself away. 

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