Chapter 29: Part One: Desperation
George was bored and wanted nothing more than to curl up in front of the fire with a few Mokes and sleep. On reaching the door though his scales bristled. There was a stranger in the house and there was dark magic being used against one of his beloved mistresses. He ran full tilt through the door, flame billowing from his nose, burning Narcissa�s legs. Dropping her wand she screamed in agony, seeing the Dragon she turned and ran. Ivy, freed from her torment went limp on the cold slate tile.
Osanna saw a woman running from the cottage. Pulling out her wand she screamed her own unforgivable curse, �Avada Kedavra� Snape a few feet behind her stopped in horror at the sight of her, full of hatred she grew in stature and terrible beauty. The curse, even with as much hatred as Osanna had, was performed too far away to have effect and the sparks fizzled out ten feet from the running form with blonde hair. Snape was scared. She had used the most terrible of unforgivable curses without hesitation; she had almost seemed to take pleasure in it. He shook himself back to reality and followed her running form into the cottage.
Osanna crashed to the floor next to Ivy and gently cradled her in her arms. The injured woman let out a soft sigh. Slowly Osanna checked her pulse and breathing, inspecting her form for injury. Snape hovered unsure as to what reaction he would illicit from offering help.
Behind him the students formed a curious wide-eyed arc. A now conscious Draco pushed his way through and stared at the mangled body that he loved. Out of the corner of his eye he saw Harry Potter smirk and whisper something to Ron Weasley. Furious he threw himself at Harry, �Get the hell out of here Potter. I told you to stay away from her you stupid Fuck. Get the hell away you bastard.� He turned all his anger at his mother towards Harry. But Sestine threw her arms around him and dragged him back to the other side of the room, whispering, �This won�t help matters, it wasn�t that Gryffindor twat he was at dinner.�
Osanna�s eyes snapped up furious. �GET OUT!� She screamed at the small crowd. The look on her face was enough for the students; they ran at full speed back to the castle, Draco fighting all the way against Sestine who dragged him along. Snape however, raised his hands palms outwards in supplication.
�Osanna, let me help her��
�NO,� she cut him off abruptly, �No more help from others. This is us, us only. We don�t need anyone else. It�s others that got us into this mess. I knew that boy would only lead us to trouble and so he has. We never should have trusted anyone else. I never should have allowed her to be alone. Just because she wanted me to go and spend time with you. Well look at what happened. Never again, Never�. Never�� She broke down the tears overflowing and dropping down her face and on to Ivy�s deathly white skin. �Get out,� she whispered through the tears, �Leave us alone�
Snape wanted nothing more than to reach out and hold her to him, but instead he left slowly, closing the door behind him. He walked slowly back across the grounds trying to piece together the random jumble of that had fallen from her mouth.
Osanna was like a wounded animal, angry, outraged, and incoherent. She wanted desperately to cry, but no tears would form. Her throat was raw, dry...she couldn�t even scream. She breathed deeply and cradled Ivy in her arms, she wasn�t in danger of dying, but she needed some healing, hadn�t she already taken enough abuse?
It was Draco's fault, she had thought it all so funny, but she knew that he couldn�t bring anything but trouble. She should have known better, and stopped it when she still had the chance. She picked Ivy up and she moaned loudly in protest, she was obviously in an enormous amount of pain. She laid her upon the table and began mixing something for the pain. Very similar to what she had made for Draco, but different in the fact that it would numb the pain. She also made a compress for the wound on her head and applied it as George looked on worriedly, actually using all the energy in his little body to hover up above the table and watch.
Once she had forced Ivy to drink the concoction without spitting it out due to it's unpleasant taste she sat at the table, her hand in Ivy's, and she allowed herself a moment. What the hell had happened? She had always been here to protect Ivy...and this time she had failed her. She wasn�t even one hundred percent sure who had did this to her, though she had a decent idea.
She would have to ask Draco, he was the only witness, and doing that without strangling him was going to be rather difficult. Perhaps he needed to see what he had done to her however. He needed to see...perhaps then he would realize. She squeezed Ivy's hand then pondered if she was going to send an owl to Draco, or go fetch him herself.
Draco had been drug back to the Slytherin Common room kicking and screaming, various colorful curses directed at anyone who would listen, Sestine in particular.
"Bitch...that BITCH.... fuck.... ing BITCH" He yelled, fighting to get the words from his still sore throat.
Sestine wasn�t sure whom he meant but she gritted her teeth and threw him onto the couch with all the strength she could manage. He fell onto the cushions and was immediately back on his feet, making for the door despite his weakness, despite the sweat pouring down his chin. Sestine however, was blocking the way.
"NO! You can�t go back there.... you CANT!"
Draco's eyes lit up and he reached out to push her out of the way.
"You CANNOT tell me what to do, she's HURT!"
He tried to move Sestine, exerting all his force, but for her small stature she remained as solid as a rock. He pushed at her violently with both hands, not caring if he had to knock her over to get to Ivy, Sestine however braced her back against the door.
"NO DRACO!"
He pounded his fists on the wall, wanting to scream, to punch something, or someone. He turned around and violently slammed both of his fists into the wall, the pain was excruciating for the first moment, but it helped, so he did it again. The wall gave way a bit, a small hole appearing from where his fists had been, the kin on his knuckles was ripped and bleeding, he could have cared less.