The Other Malfoy [ON HOLD]

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When Davina left Snape's office, she had found a letter telling her that it was her turn to come see Bellatrix, to see her mum locked inside a cage; a shattered mess inside and out. To be tortured, mentally, psychically, and emotionally.

She was told to come immediately, so she packed up her things, said her goodbyes, and apparated away.

Now, Davina stood outside of Malfoy Manor. Just beyond the black, tall gate. She stared at the manor in front of her, the manor that she grew up in. She soaked it in for what felt like the first time although she knew the home like the back of her hand, all except her father's office which she was never allowed to step inside of. It may have been beautiful at one point, full of life and color, with beautiful patches of bloomed flowers, and warmth radiating from every crevice. But, the ancient manor standing before her had been drained of all color, the dry grass showed no sign of flowers ever existing; her mother had kept a garden behind the manor, but Davina knew that every plant and Magnolia patch had wilted away. The only life left inside was a single family; her family, a family that seemed perfect in the papers, but was a shattered mess behind their black silk curtains. And, the warmth that was once there had been frosted over, crushed into withers by the dark magic that now resided in each crevice of the home.

The Malfoy Manor could have very well been one of the of the most elegant manor's there was once upon a time, but now it was an abandoned mess, nothing but the scattered remains of the Malfoy name.

Davina stepped foward, and watched as the tall gate opened at the sense of the Malfoy bloodline running through her veins. She traveled all the way up to the front door, and pushed it open. A thick wave of dark magic hit her, and almost knocked her off her feet. She could hear low female whimpers coming from the drawing room, and it froze Davina dead in her tracks, her mother.

The numbness she had felt before, protecting her from crumbling due to the weight of overflowing emotions faded. It felt as though her heart had been ripped out of her chest as she followed the sound. Turning, she found the drawing room door standing before her. With a shaking hand, she reached forward and turned the knob, stepping inside.

She was met with the scent of blood, and another wave of dark magic that was thicker than the one that had she encountered before. This specific room was coated in it, terrible and freezing darkness clinging to every crack of the floorboards, and hiding behind the thin wallpaper as it sunk into the structure of the room. First, Davina noticed the blooming puddle of drying blood, as red as fresh roses once were in her mother's garden, but far from holding their beauty. Next, she noticed the metal cage, how the bright red blood was stained on the silver, how the corners were slightly rusted over with shades of deep red and brown, and how there was a hardly noticeable fog of light green that masked the entire cage. Then, she saw her mother; her chocolate brown and platinum blonde hair was tangled, loose strands sticking out at odd angles. She had dark circles underneath her eyes, and she was much skinnier than when Davina had last seen her. Her cheeks sunk in, and her collarbones poked out, her dirty and blood-stained clothes hung loosely from her small frame.

The composed, cold, and guarded woman Davina once knew was now shattered into a million pieces, seated on a dirty floor and cowered away into a corner with her knees up to her chest. Tears streaked her cheeks, her body was visibly tense, and her hands were no doubt permanently cursed with the after-effects of too many crucio's.

Davina's legs felt like they would give out at any moment, her world came to a complete stop, time froze. The heart-yanking feeling she had before didn't even begin to compare to the feeling of her world flipping upside down, the feeling of everything falling out of place and exploding into shards in front of her eyes. She could see her mother glance up at her with wide eyes as her trembling lips parted, but she couldn't hear the words that were coming from them.