Awaken
Elizabeth had been home that night Harry and Dudley had been attacked by dementors. She had been laying in bed, staring at the ceilings, imagining stars on them, every star was one of her family members.
She had never really been that talkative or social, she was kept more hidden, Elizabeth didn’t mind at all, or had she?
She was never really apart of anything, never had an opinion, mostly because she was never asked. Yes Elizabeth was a Potter, yes Sirius Black was her godfather but nobody really cared.
For as long as she could remember, she was just Elizabeth.
Elizabeth had only ever thought about that one night, the night her parents died, it was a miracle she had survived. Her mother had put a spell or something of a sort to protect Harry, James, her father had forgotten his wand on the couch.
In all seriousness, Elizabeth had been thinking why Voldemort hadn’t attacked her? She knows this, because of reports in the daily prophet and the conversations she had overheard, whatever is in Voldemort’s way, he is not afraid to kill.
The only part of the night had scarred her, mentally, every now and then she would wake up sweating, crying, on the verge of screaming in pain. The continuous nightmare, the green flashing light that was so bright and intense it could make somebody blind.
Each night, there she was, back into her old home, a deselect little cottage located in the village of Godric’s Hollow. But no, she wasn’t a baby that she was that night Voldemort came to attack, Elizabeth was tied up against a baby crib by a dark, magical force keeping her hostage.
Some sort of black smoke appearing out of the ground, wind blowing wild, windows shattering into tiny bits, a sudden pain in her head throbbing.
While Harry had the lightning bolt scar on him, Elizabeth had a little scar on the edge of her hairline on the right side of her face, each night that scar was piercing head, it was what she imagined the ‘Cruciatus Curse’ had felt like, but instead of the pain all being in her forehead, it would all be in her body.
Constant stabs of a sharp, long knife or dagger everywhere around her body, it would stay until the one who had applied the curse would lift it.
It was only when she heard the door knob turning in the middle of the night, she didn’t realise how long she had spent zoning out, ignoring every creak or shout that came to her senses, not any slam or screech.
Elizabeth’s body shot up instantly, finally broken out of her trance, the sound had not yet been recalled from her memory.
Her hand lunges to the bedside table beside her, her fingertips find the edge of her wand as she grabs it instantaneously. Elizabeth pulls her wand forward, ready to attack whoever is behind the door, trying to break into her room with magic. Could it possibly be Voldemort— or Bellatrix? Her mind goes back and forth, crowding it up with no space to think of the other possibilities.
Elizabeth’s wand was an arm away from her, extended as far as possible from her small figure.
As the door knob finally opens, her mouth opens to chant a spell but her eyebrows knit in confusion at the whispers in front of her. There was a few witches and wizards standing outside her door, unsure what to do she lets up a little peep.
”Hello?”, she begins with first slowly starting to lower her wand by her side. “Lizzie?” a voice calls in a quiet tone, mixed into the small crowd outside her door, now in her eye sight.
Elizabeth clears her throat in slight awkwardness, discomfort but mostly confusion, “Who the fuc— who’s out there?” she calls in a whisper shout, loud enough for the caller to hear.
”Lizzie, don’t worry it’s just me— Harry, put down your wand and come with us. Ill explain as soon as we get out of here” hearing Harry’s voice, her brother’s voice just makes her grow more confused.
She trusts that it’s Harry, she lowers her wand so it’s almost by her side, the other voices start to quiet down as I step forward.
”What’s happening?” Elizabeth asks scratching the back of her neck, “we’ve came to save you, of course” a husky, deep voice calls out but she recognises it in almost an instant.
”Moody?-” she starts to say before she’s cut off, “pack a bag, we’re leaving” Harry says