No Light, No Light
They said he’d been out for hours, that he might not wake up. They said he’d been hit by a stray curse, that they didn’t know how bad it was, who had sent it. They said he’d never be right in the head again, even if he did wake up. They said a lot of things and she heard none of it.
Evan lay seemingly lifeless on the floor of the dark room, people circling quietly around him. “Let me through, dammit, move!” her voice came screeching through the murmured voices, a trail being carved through the crowd by her short form, elbows digging into the people she passed by. She cleared her way through, fear already evident on her face. The room fell silent almost instantaneously.
“Ev..” she shook her head, knowing it wasn’t possible. “Evan, no,” Bella rushed forward, falling to her knees beside him. She captured his hand in hers, squeezing tightly and hoping for any sign of response. His lids remained closed, did not flutter or stir. The color was gone from his cheeks, his hair soaked with his own blood.
“I need you,” she whispered, pressing her lips to their clasped hands, his lying limp in hers. “Please don’t leave me with these bastards, Ev,” she cried out, her strength fading finally as the tears she’d been fighting back flooded her eyes. She collapsed over him, her sobs muffled by his chest.
“That’ll be enough, Bellatrix,” came the low, commanding voice. Snakelike eyes watched them, jaw clenched tightly. When she made no effort to remove herself from her undignified state, those eyes grew angry. “Collect her,” he hissed.
Rodolphus forced through the crowd, gathering her in his arms. “Let’s go; come on, Bella,” he muttered, trying to calm her. She resisted initially, her fists hitting hard against his chest. Finally she conceded, walking peacefully like a lamb to slaughter as she left her cousin.
