** this book it's going under major editing so be wary if you read it; there's major plot holes and things not described very well.**
No matter how much I edit this book they'll still be plot holes and inadequate writing - this is my oldest book on...
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'Sometimes asking for help is the bravest move you can make.' ●・○・●・○・●・○・●
The Lestrange manor was rather.... well strange. They was a heavy sense of darkness placed like a blanket over the household, but inside the carefully weaven blanked they was holes where bits of light strained to shine through. Kefira liked to stay in the light emitted by these holes, and to avoid the darkest of corners at all given opportunities.
The manor was rather empty on that chilly autumn morning, residents out busy doing something Kefira didn't know about. This left the girl to wander lazily around the manor, undisturbed, the only noise being her shoes as they clattered against the wooden floor. After wandering for her morning she ventured her way into the living room and lowered herself onto one of the plush velvet chairs. Personally, Kefira hated the texture of velvet, how deceivingly soft it can be in one direction compared to the vicious bumpy surface in the other.
On the table lied the Daily Prophet, a newspaper article. Usually, Kefira ignored the newspapers for the pages were full of terrors of a rising dark lord and a growing number of followers he was gaining; it meant a war was brewing. However, today instead of the front page article being about this topic, they were a picture of a face that she knew all too well.
Angelia Howendale found dead early hours Thursday morning, source of death believed to be the killing curse, trails of suspects will be held in the upcoming weeks. We strongly believe this is the work of the rising Dark Lord who is bringing fear to not only our world but a terror on the muggle streets as well.
Kefira placed the paper down in shock. Thursday morning, that was the day after her birthday. The day she came to visit Kefira, she probably died hours later. Kefira felt sick at the thought.
Kefira recalled her words that day before she left her room, It's not too late for you.
That's when it dawned on Kefira, she knew. she knew. she knew she was going to die. They killed her.
Kefira swallowed the lump in her throat because that's when she realised; she's next.
Kefira bolted up from her seat, disregarding the newspaper and racing up the stairs and skidding into Rabastan's room, and ripping out her trunk from the back of the wardrobe and throwing it onto the bed.
If Angelia was right that meant she was next, she tried to warn her. Angelia died thinking Kefira didn't believe her, she died thinking Kefira wouldn't be far behind her. She wasn't ready to die.
Her hands trembelled furiously as she ripped out items hidden away in the back of the wardrobe, her eyes landed on tbe box that sat so tauntingly in the corner, a layer of dust used to suffocate the joy hidden inside. Kefira yanked it from it's hiding place, and buried it in her trunk alongside all several other garments she happened to grasp in her flurry of panic. The latches of her trunk sealed shut as Kefira dragged her trunk beside her down the empty halls of the manor.
Her shaky hand grasped the silver door knob as she twisted the handle cautiously. Inside the office the floors where crystal clean, a large ornate desk stood proudly in the centre; that's where Kefira was heading. She rounded the desk, staring at the desk Kefira looked at the mass of papers in shock, what on earth could Roderick be hiding.
Diverting her eyes away from the papers Kefira scanned the desk once more, her eyes finally landing on a draw where she eagerly approached and yanked it open. Her hands ruffled through the contents uncaringly until her fingers grasped the smooth wood of her wand. She took it quickly. They didn't trust her enough to have her wand yet; now it all made sense.
She spun on her heels, prepared to leave the office when one particular document caught her eyes. Kefira stuffed it into her pocket without a thought. Trunk now floating behind her Kefira rushed from the office, the clattering of her boots following behind her.
The halls of the manor where long and to anybody who hadn't being held in the building for months or grown up in such a building, wouldn't of been able to venture their ways around the halls as quickly as Kefira was able to, whilst avoiding any House Elfs who where busy cleaning the halls. She didn't know what one would do if they found her, the thought only made her scurry faster. She knew she had to be outside the gates before she could apparate, after that she had no idea what to do.
The autumn air was cool against her frosty, pale, bare skin but the thought didn't bother to slow the girl; she just continued moving her fast walk now turning into a run as she approached the gates and struggled to pry the heavy steel open. She gasped in relief as she heard the excurciating noise of steel scraping against squeezed her slim figure between the two gates, before apparating away without a thought.
Kefira shook her head in shock as she landed roughly on the floor outside of the Howendale Manor, before sighing and venturning towards the door. Her father offered her help once before. She just had to hope her mother wasn't home. Kefira knocked on the oak wood door harshly as she saw a shadow on the otherside of the door undo the latch holding it shut.
Slowly the door opened revealing the confused face of Sarah who looked at the girl in shock tear stains already streaking down her face, "Kefira." The maid launched herself at the girl and hugged her lovingly before pulling back and looking confusingly at the trunk floating behind the girl, "What are you doing here?"
Kefira sighed as she looked back at the maid, "I need to speak to my father." Sarah nodding understandingly before ushering the girl inside.
"You're lucky your mother isn't home." Sarah spoke as she lead the way through the manor towards her fathers office; the place where all this started. Sarah knocked on the door before hearing a gruff command to enter, which is exactly what the maid did- Kefira hot on her heels.
Her father sat at his desk, fiddling through some paper works, "What do you want?" He then looked up at the maid, shock plastered across her face as he saw the small smile of her daughter lingering behind her, "What are you doing here?"
"I read the paper." Kefira answered bluntly as she walked towards her father, "Is it true, is she really dead?"
He nodded his head solemnly, "I'm afraid it is. I was called in to identify the body."
Kefira choked a sob as she looked at her father, "I'm not going back there," She stated bluntly, "Angelia warned me, I'm next I know I am. I know- I know you said you couldn't help me if I went through with this but please. Please."
Her father stood from his seat and walked over towards his daughter as he placed an arm around the girl, Kefira stiffened in shock, however as soon as the affection began it was over and the man she called a father looked over towards the maid and gave her a slight nod, "You kmow where to take her."
The maid took the sniffling girls hand and apparated far away from the manor.
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