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Legend:
Speaking English
Writing to soulmates
Speaking French
Speaking to snakes
Eva POV
“Eva? Are you alright? What happened?” Hermione asked and I lean against the wall, phone against my ear.
“I think-I think I…I think I need help…” I gasp through the shock.
“What happened? Where are you?” I could hear the rustling of fabric on the other side of the line and tried to focus my mind on that.
“I’m sorry-I think I need help,” I try to remember what she had asked but it was getting harder and harder to concentrate.
“It’s okay, I’m coming, where are you?”
“My..it hurts.” I gasp, clutching my side.
“ Where are you? ”
“ ‘m sorry.”
“I’m not mad at you but I need you to tell me where you are.” I grunt in pain and glance down to my side.
“I’m bleeding? I’m bleeding. I-I-I…” I start to panic. I thought this was all behind us once the war was over, that we would be out of danger. I never thought a real-world problem like a mugging would be the thing to end me
“ Where are you?! ”
“Help me. Please help me.” I start to cry.
“I’m coming! Where are you!?”
“Please help me. I’m sorry. I need help. Please help me. Someone help me. I’m sorry I’m sorry I’m sorry.” I start to ramble, vision blurry from tears and the world spinning around me.
“I’m on my way.” The voice in my ear was reassuring and soothing.
“I need help. Someone help me. I’m sorry. Please, I’m sorry, I need help. I need help. I need help. Anyone?” I weakly call, my voice cracking as I try to raise my volume.
“I’m still here. Can you tell me where you are?”
“I…I don’t know. I think I need help. Are you coming?” I try to think, but I have no recollection of where I am.
“Yes, just tell me where you are.”
“Hello? Are you there? I…I think I’m going to pass out.” I try to hold on to consciousness but it slips through my fingers with the phone.
“WHERE ARE YOU?”... … … “Hello?” … …. “Shit.”
Hermione POV
“Shit.” I curse as I hear the clattering of plastic on the other side of the line. Eva was just supposed to be visiting her parents! I need help. I lunge for the pen on the table and write as many help in all caps and with as many exclamation marks on the backs of both my hands as I could. I throw the pen back on the table and snatch my keys out of the bowl, gripping the lion pendant that was given to me all those years ago. It suddenly warmed in my hand as twin pops rang out in the living room.
“Piscín! Where are you what’s wrong? Who’s hurt!” Pansy yells as footsteps pound through the house and I catch our Irish witch before she could slam into me.
“Front hall! We need to find Eva, she called and she’s bleeding but I think she passed out. Merlin Pans, she passed out! What if we can’t find her?!” I start to panic only to be engulfed in two pairs of arms and a set of wings. Chirps come from the eldest, her face more beak-like than I have seen in a while with feathers sprouting.
“Where was she going?” Pansy shushed.
“Minerva’s house, but she likes to walk since it is only the next town over,” I recite, acting on instinct at this point, the adrenaline pushing the fear to the back of my mind.
“Okay, then we will go that way. We will take the car and Fleur can fly ahead.” Pansy instructed, pulling Fleur down to kiss her forehead before doing the same with me. “Trust the pendants. They brought Álainn back to us before.”
Not another word was spoken as we rush out of the house. I watch Fleur fly ahead of us, keeping track of her shocking blond hair in the dark of the night. My lion pendant gradually grew warmer and Pansy’s hand on my thigh was the only thing keeping me from completely losing my mind.
“There!” Pansy points as Fleur dives down for an alleyway a bit into the next town. I pull over and we sprint in the direction our pendants told us to go, finding the veela holding a pale Eva. I hear Pansy sob behind me but I ignore her as I fall to my knees next to the two, finding Fleur already using a spell to bring the blood back into Eva’s body. I quickly take over, casting a charm to clean the wound and then one to diagnose the damage. Nothing vital was hit so I close the wound and let out a sigh of relief at the color slowly coming back to her skin.
“We need to get her home,” I mutter as I help Fleur up off the ground with the younger girl in her arms. Pansy helps them get settled in the back as I get behind the wheel with the mental reminder to call Minerva when we get home. The ride was silent as all three of us listened to the calm breathing coming from our youngest bond mate. Fleur was almost back to normal, with a few feathers left in her hair when we pulled into the driveway.
“Take her upstairs Bláth, we will meet you up there in a minute.” Pansy held me back from following the two up to our room. When I turn to ask her what she was thinking I was pulled into a hug, tears soaking my shoulder as Pansy shook.
“Shoosh, Love. She’s okay.” I hold her tighter, trying to comfort the crying witch.
“We almost lost her,” Pansy whispered and I bury my nose in her hair as the sight of all the blood flashed in my mind.
“But we didn’t,” I whisper, trying to reassure myself as much as her. We stay in each other's arms until we are able to stop our tears and join our soulmates up in bed. Fleur wordlessly opens her wings to welcome us in and I let Pansy press herself against Eva’s back while I linked hands with Fleur over the top of the two.
I wake up the next morning to find Eva gone from bed and I hear the shower running. Sighing in relief that she was okay, I get up and strip as I walk to the bathroom before joining her. I wrap my arms around her waist and rest my head between her shoulder blades, her hand automatically grabbing my own as she pauses in rinsing her hair.
“Why are you up so early?” Eva turns and I stare into her doe-brown eyes, reaching up to trace the features of her face.
“What happened last night? You call me so panicked you can’t tell me where you are and then leave us to search for you.” I ask, pulling her down so I could tuck my face into her neck.
“I can’t remember most of what happened, but what I do remember is thinking that we survived a war! I never thought that a mugging would be what killed me.” Eva pressed kisses to my head.
“Please don’t die on us,” I whisper and Eva tightens her arms around me.
“I know what feels like, thinking you three were dead.” Eva forced a laugh and I think back to the war. Her expression when she looked at me was as if she had seen a ghost.
“Nothing like that will happen to you again,” I promise. I turn her back around after a while and help her wash her back before she washes my hair for me. We take a bit of extra time in the shower before stepping out and grabbing our towels.
“ My loves, it is far too early to be up and about after last night. Come back to bed, ” Fleur calls from the room and I share a smile with Eva as Pansy grumbles her agreement with the veela.
“We all have work today,” Eva protests, leading the way back to the others. Eva manages to throw on a pair of joggers and a tank top before getting tugged back onto the bed. She falls without protest and I smile as I pull on my own shorts and one of Fleur’s shirts.
“Expecto Patronum,” I watch as my otter comes to life, swimming around me in greeting. “Can you let our bosses know there has been an emergency and we will not be at work today?” I watch as the otter gives a nod and passes through the wall to do as asked.
“Thank you Piscín,” Pansy murmured, tugging my arm around her so I was pressed up against her back.
“We need a day off,” I lean over to kiss each of them before settling back down to bask in the warmth that surrounds the bed. Everything is gonna be okay.