daphne is not who you think (greenmum) wrote in afic,
Daphne prayed that Millicent would have an idea, would be able to help without making a seriously dangerous decision. As the wand was being slipped to her Daphne nearly sighed in relief inwardly; she was not about to leave her friend behind, but at least she could hex him--hopefully--for long enough to get them all away. Only then, he was laughing and the other wand was gone and he was pushing Millicent away. Daphne felt fear run through her and her arms were tight over Damien, a hand supporting his head as she cradled him as close as possible as the man leaned in, her eyes wide and fearful though as stubborn as she possibly could.
Though she was silenced, her mouth still opened to speak, though obviously no sound came out. As he spoke, his voice dropping lower, quieter with each word her heart pounded and her breath caught. He- Rabastan- Rabastan Lestrange knew her mother. And then, the drop-
Daughter? No. He could not be serious. But she could not say anything as her voice was still caught, silenced from any argument. She was- is (her mental voice screamed)- Walter Nolan's daughter. There was no question. He must mean something else, perhaps it was in regards to Millicent, she had not known her father well? But why had he looked at her so pointedly, called her by her mother's name?
As the spells were suddenly gone, he had disappeared as well, Daphne's body falling forward slightly as she took a step as if to follow the disapparated man. "Wait- what-" but her concerns were gone, Damien began to scream balling tears and her focus had to move down to him the spell having made him uncomfortable.
Pulling him up, she cradled him closer to her, burying him against her shoulder, her cheek resting against his soft hair as she closed her eyes to keep from crying herself. "Shhhh, hush mon chouchou, ma bébé it is alright, he is gone."