Chapter 8 : Sibling Chat
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Chapter Eight: Sibling Chat of Unify (The Untold Story of Isabella Lestrange)
The night was dark and the room completely empty, except for one person. The fire had long been extinguished and all the students in bed preparing for the day of classes ahead, except for one Isabella Lestrange. Thoughts sifted through her head as she contemplated the mission given to her five years ago; her mission to unite. She let a sigh escape her thin, rosy lips as she leaned back her head and closed her eyes for a moment, enjoying the softness around her.
“Ella, you really should be sleeping now,” a soft voice stated, disrupting her silence. “I thought you were worried about your classes for tomorrow. Your main worry right now should be falling asleep during said classes, although that doesn’t sound too bad to me.” The voice was definitely masculine and was filled with a laugh.
“I couldn’t sleep,” she stated softly, her voice barely audible to the young man standing behind her, her back to him. She turned around to become face to face with her twin brother. “Why are you awake Rab?”
“I could ask you the same question dear sister of mine,” he replied, all laughter gone from his voice. “Are you okay?”
“I’m fine,” she answered. She forced her voice to remain strong and confident. She couldn’t let him think something was the matter. She brushed her hair out of her face with her hands, before letting a sigh through her pearly white teeth.
“I don’t believe you.” It was a simple comment really. He just left it like that and waited patiently for her to continue. He walked around the couch and took a seat next to her, staring straight into her clear blue eyes.
She returned his stare, closed her eyes for a moment, took a deep breath, and opened her eyes. “Will you promise me that no matter what, you’ll always be there for me and you’ll always love me?” she asked.
He looked at her puzzled for an instant, before slowly nodding his head. “Of course I will. Why would you ever doubt that?”
“It’s just… I’m…well… I’m…uh… I’m scared,” she stuttered through her sentence and avoided looking into his eyes.
“What are you afraid of?” his voice was gentle as he reached out and took her hand in his, rubbing it softly for support. “I’ll protect you against anything.”
She nodded her head in acknowledgement. “Rodolphus will graduate Hogwarts at the end of the year and you’ll follow the following year…” she began, but Rabstan cut her off before she could continue.
“Yes, and you will graduate with me. What about that is so scary? Are you afraid to leave Hogwarts?” his voice still had concern in it, but behind that concern was a small bit of laughter.
“What will happen after Hogwarts, Rab? Is he going to join the Dark Lord? Are you going to join the Dark Lord?” she questioned him, worry dripping slowly off of each word she spoke. “I’m afraid of the darkness that is following over us. We’re growing up so fast and we are going to be thrusted forward into a world engulfed in darkness and evil. I’m afraid of what is going to become of us after we no longer can find safety in Hogwarts.” Her voice came to a stop and she looked up at him, blue against brown, as she tried to read what he was thinking.
“Oh Ella,” he began, not really sure how to tell her how right she was, that both he and his brother were almost definitely going to be joining the Dark Lord upon graduation. “Please don’t fret about this. Come on Ella, you know me and Rodolphus will always love you, nothing is going to change that, not ever. You are stuck being our little Ella and there is nothing you can do to change that Missy!” He started to tickle her ferociously under her arms and at her waist, where he knew she was most ticklish.
She noticed how he was avoiding the subject. He didn’t want to talk about it. He didn’t want to think about it with her. He didn’t think she could handle the truth. She was too ‘innocent’ to him, to ‘precious,’ never will men seriously talk about the Dark Lord and evil around her. Once she graduates Hogwarts, she’ll be shifted from the watchful eye of her parents and brothers to whoever her husband will be. She continuously be someone who is too fragile and delicate to do anything but look at and make small talk with about the weather and the latest gossip.
She laughed as her brother tickled her and screamed lightly for him to stop, but he continued for a few moments longer. Realizing that he was not going to stop yet, she fought back and tried to tickle him back or at the very least protect herself. She let out a few more cries as someone’s footsteps could be heard walking down the steps from the boys’ dorm, but neither Isabella nor Rabastan noticed as they continued their battle of tickles.
“What on Earth are the two of you doing at this hour of the night? And why are you guys tickling each other?” the voice asked with authority, as the two immediately stopped and looked up to find out who was disturbing their twin bonding moment.
“Hey Roddy!” Ella laughed as she found her older brother, wide-eyed looking at her with amusement.
“You do realize that it is three in the morning right, sister?” he asked laughing gently as he walked towards the two of them.
“It’s three in the morning!” Ella was livid as Rodolphus slowly nodded his head up and down. “But we have classes soon! We have to wake up in four hours!” She quickly stood up, making her feel dizzy. She let out a small cry of shock, before falling back down on the couch.
Both of her brothers immediately were by her side, checking to make sure she was okay. She nodded her head slowly, before standing up again, this time more carefully.
“You never answered my question. What exactly are you doing, Ella, at this time of the morning, out of your bed?” Rodolphus asked as he took a step back from his sister.
“Thinking I guess,” was all she said before she walked past her brothers and headed up the stairs. She stopped on her way up to give both of them a wave and blew them a kiss before hurrying up the rest of the stairs and falling to sleep at last in the comforts of her nice, cozy, big bed.
“What was that about, Rabastan?” Rodolphus asked, turning towards his younger brother.
Rabastan thought for a moment about whether or not he should tell his brother, but he decided to go ahead and do so. “She said she is afraid for the future and she is afraid of when we join the Dark Lord.”
Rodolphus slowly nodded his head at his brother’s comment, before letting out a sigh. The two brothers found themselves climbing up to their own beds and falling asleep, thinking of the day ahead of them.
AN: Here is a preview of the next chapter:
“I’m not as brave as you.”
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