The Light in the Dark | Neville Longbottom

Chapter 39: Escape Routes

*CW: Reiteration of What Happened in the Last Chapter (Violence/Child Abuse/Suicide)*

Well shit...

I was back here again.

Well, specifically I was at the manor, but thankfully, I wasn't there as myself. I was there as that stupid snake again: Nagini or whatever her same was.

As the memories from my previous visions filled my head, everything that happened these past two weeks was confirmed. I knew about the plan ahead of time, they were talking about it in my first vision; the one that involved me. It must have failed though, considering I escaped, which explained why I was called back here.

As I slithered into the room, I noticed a group of deatheaters sitting at the table in the dining room. The only people I recognized were Bellatrix and Narcissa - Lucius was nowhere to be seen. I slithered until my eyes met those of Voldemort's, immediately panicking.

He knew.

He knew that I had escaped. 

I wasn't sure if he knew where I was... but he knew that I was gone.

"My lord..." Bellatrix stammered, "We've tried locating the girl, but we have no idea where she is. I'm not even sure how she escaped, I hexed her wand... made it faulty!"

"Obviously..." Voldemort said coldly, giving me a nasty glare before facing Bellatrix again, "Where did you keep her?"

"In her room..." Narcissa spoke softly, "She was kept in her room... and there were locking spells on everything."

"Actually, she was in the cellar before she escaped," Bellatrix corrected, "I put her there after she destroyed and flooded her room. Little brat tried to kill herself... I had to prevent her from causing more harm."

"Well, that would have given her a motive to escape," Voldemort seethed, "You two were told to keep her content until I arrived, even if she was being a brat about it."

"I think sometimes you forget that she is my child!" Bellatrix spat, "So if I reprimand her for disrespecting me, it is none of your business!"

Voldemort readjusted his seating, inhaling sharply, "Fine... But I'm still short of a few deatheaters. Lucius, Goyle, Crabbe, and Nott all managed their way into cells at Azkaban, so I'm going to need replacements."

As Voldemort said this, he faced Narcissa, whose face immediately dropped.

"No..." Narcissa trembled, "I'm sorry... no. I will personally look for the girl and deliver her to you... but he is just a boy."

"Like I said..." Voldemort continued, "Even with the girl amongst my ranks, I am still short. Yaxley, go grab the boy."

One of the older deatheaters got up from his seat, heading for the stairs. I understood that Voldemort was talking about Draco, but I was unsure as to what he needed him for. I watched as Narcissa panicked and tried to compromise with Voldemort, but it wasn't working.

"NO! PLEASE NO!" Narcissa begged, "PLEASE!"

Bellatrix held her sister back as Voldemort stood up from his seat, walking over to the two. I felt absolutely no remorse for the woman, not after what she put me through for sixteen years. I watched as Voldemort took Narcissa's face into his hands, heavy tears falling from her face.

"Bellatrix, take her out. I want to speak to the boy on my own." Voldemort ordered.

Bellatrix dragged her sister out of the room as Narcissa screamed. Her screams were full of pain, and echoed in the distance as they slowly dissipated. Again, I felt no remorse, considering she stood in the background and allowed everything that happened to me.