Call of the Void // t.r (ON HOLD)

Chapter 3

"The horror you
committed is not
who you are."

Eleanor King had been sitting in her living room for the past hour, a soft blanket covering her shoulders when an older man with greying auburn hair and a matching beard entered her house.

"Miss?" One of the Aurors called.

None of them had spoken to her, so with a surprised expression, she looked up to see the odd man standing in front of her. She shifted around in her seat, she had never been around so many people before. It was different and she wasn't quite accustomed to it yet.

"Could you tell me your name?"

"I'm Eleanor King." Both of the adults in front of her looked shocked. Despite her curiosity regarding their expressions she kept hers blank.

She remembered what her father told her. She would do well to remember his final wishes.

"Thank you. I'm Michelle. This is Albus Dumbledore. A professor at Hogwarts: School of Witchcraft and Wizardry." The lady said, gesturing to the odd man standing beside her.

"Hello, Miss King," Albus Dumbledore said, offering a smile to the young girl.

Eleanor nodded a greeting in return. She was not in the mood to pretend to be happy to meet them.

The lady spoke again, "We'd like to ask you a few questions," she said.

"Go ahead," Eleanor croaked, her throat dry from not being used.

"Okay, where were you when the attack occurred?"

Eleanor knew she couldn't answer with complete truth, so she did what she thought she should, lied. Her father taught her many times before to never reveal anything to anyone.

"I was in the library," she answered, that wasn't a complete lie.

"Why were you awake at such a time?" The lady asked as she took notes of everything they were saying.

"My parents got me some new books for my birthday, I've been spending my nights in the library reading them," she said, looking as innocent as she could when she faced the people in front of her.

"Did you hear any intruders?"

Now, here is when she needed to start coming up with something believable. She couldn't believe what she had done. She wanted to admit she did it but she couldn't.

The one little thought in the back of her mind gave her a reason not to. She would be allowed to leave her house. She couldn't leave one prison only to be taken to another prison. She wanted freedom. She needed freedom.

Only a lie would give her freedom.

One that would be believable.

One that even the Aurors themselves would believe.

Grindelwald.

"I heard a few sounds. I thought it was my cat so I didn't get up to check. When I heard the screaming, that's when I knew something was wrong. I hid until the screams stopped," she whispered, a single tear falling. Her emotions slipping through her well-constructed mask for a moment. "I saw a group of men leaving. When they were gone that's when I found them."

"It's okay. You don't have to say anymore," The lady soothed. She turned to Albus and spoke, "What do you think?"

"It sounds like Grindelwald's men. Why they would come for the King's, I'm not too sure," he muttered, stroking his beard.

Both of them seemingly forgot Eleanor was seated right there, but she made no move to inform them as she listened to their conversation.

"They are meant to be dead. Are we sure her father is Harry King?" The woman asked.