Forgotten Malfoy// Cedric

Chapter 77

Bellatrix pressed her face into the gate laughing when she saw us, we stood there for another minute before she opened it. We silently followed her up the long path into the large foyer. I looked around the room seeing my parents and Draco staring at the group of us. My mother looked terrified, and Bellatrix put Draco in front of Harry. "Is this him?" She asked looking at the two of them intently. Draco stared at Harry, "what happened to his face?" 

I turned locking eyes with my mum, she gave me a small smile nodding her head. This made me feel slightly reassured, I bit my lip trying to keep myself calm. "Call the dark lord. We'll be the ones to hand him over and all will be forgiven." Draco looked over at me, "what about Alyssa?" Bellatrix glared at me, "we don't have a choice. He needs her, if he wants the wand." My father walked towards me, stoping directly in front, he placed a hand on my face and when he pulled it away I noticed the bright red blood. "What happened to her?" He asked the snatchers who brought me here. They all instantly pointed at the man who pushed me down in the forest. My father stared at him, and in only second the snatcher was on the ground and my father stood beside me, I don't know if it was for support or in case I tried to run.

Bellatrix ordered my father to call the dark lord and I watched as he pulled up his sleeve revealing his dark mark. My aunt stepped in front of one snatcher the one who happened to be holding the sword of Gryffindor. "Where did you get that?" She hissed. The man smiled, "found it with this lot, suppose it's mine now. Finders keepers." She raised her wand strangling them all. Only two seemed to survive, "GET OUT. GO." They ran out of house, and Bellatrix was very angry, I stepped back accidentally running into my father. I looked up at him, and he shook his head, "stay quiet." I gave him a small nod looking down at my feet.

"This was in my vault, how did you four end up with it?" None of us answered and she got into my face. "It was you, wasn't it? Smart girl you are playing the niece card. Take those three to the cellar, I'm going to have a talk with this girl, aunt to niece." My mouth dropped when I saw Peter Pettigrew come and lead them to our basement. "You let that man in here?" I asked my mum. Bellatrix grabbed me pushing me up against the wall. She turned to my parents and Draco, "get out of here."

I was breathing shakily trying to avoid eye contact. "Where did you get this?" I shook my head, "I don't know. I didn't take it from your vault." She scoffed pushing me down onto the ground, I looked up at her terrified. "WHERE DID YOU GET IT?" I closed my eyes whispering, "I didn't take anything." She scoffed, "liar, how does it feel knowing your nothing but an itsy bitsy disappointment." I shook my head, "am I really the disappointment?" She laughed, "is that a question dear? You really should have the answer to that one. Not only a disappointment but a blood traitor." I cringed as she pressed a blade up against my arm. She cackled as she saw the old scar my father was responsible for three years ago, "someone had the same idea now didn't they." I screamed as she dug the knife into the old outline. "YOU DESERVE EVERY MINUTE OF THIS." I screamed in an incredible amount of pain, kicking the floor thrashing around. "He's been looking for you and Harry." I tried to pull away, "he won't get to Harry. I know that much." She smiled, "can't say much for yourself can you now dearie?" I shrugged staring up at ceiling letting my tears out, "I'll be fine, I bet you can't say the same for yourself."

I stayed on the floor laying on my back, crying quietly even after she left. Moments later I heard someone else being brought up from the cellar, my parents and Draco had come back. And Bellatrix was questioning the goblin now. "Who gave her access to my vault?" She hissed. He shook his head, "the last time I was in there so was the sword I swear." She shook her head laughing, then turned dark slashing his face open in just a matter of seconds, "LIAR."

I closed my eyes praying that something good would happen. This could be how I died, and how much I may have felt like I was ready to die these past years, in this moment I wasn't. I had to help Harry finish what we started, I couldn't let the elder wand report to Voldemort. If it did, I'm not sure if even Harry would be able to save us all.