The Other Malfoy [ON HOLD]

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- ᴄʜʀɪᴛᴍᴀs ʙʀᴇᴀᴋ, ᴍᴀʟғᴏʏ ᴍᴀɴᴏʀ

From high request of Bellatrix, and Snape who agreed to back her up, Davina's mother had been released and put under a month of serious care before she was able to recover as much as possible. She was now cursed with permanent hand tremors, due to the multiple Crucio's she had suffered. She was still skinnier than she once had been, but since the twins returned she had been trying to eat complete meals for them; although her body would protest majority of the time, resulting in her throwing it all back up in the upstairs bathroom.

The Death Eaters had found out that Harry would be staying at The Burrow; the Weasley's home, for Christmas break. Now, they just needed a meeting with the Dark Lord.

So, that's what Davina was doing, sitting at the long dinner table in the dining room. The same dining room she used to not be allowed inside of when her father would 'have friends over'. The same dining room that she would hear cold laughs echo from, and older men cracking nasty jokes. Now, she was apart of them, seated between her brother and Bellatrix.

A gush of air whipped throughout the room, and Davina noticed Bellatrix smile with excitement while Draco tensed beside her.

Looking down the table, at the far end, stood Voldemort.

"Hello, friends," He smiled widely, using his long fingers to grab onto the back of the chair. He let his eyes rest on Davina for a moment, and then seated himself slowly, as if soaking in the admiration from his followers, "Any news on the boy?"

"Y-Yes, sir, if I may?" Peter Pettigrew stuttered from one of the many seats across the table.

Davina glanced up sharply at his voice, gazing at him like he was as hideous as his leader. Unwelcoming memories flooding the back of Davina's mind: how Cedric's body dropped lifelessly to the ground, how Peter simply smiled at her, the way he licked his lips when he sliced open Harry's arm, everything from that day came rushing back.

She tore her eyes away from him, and looked down at the table as he began talking. Davina wasn't listening, she had heard them all talk about it for hours on end. Instead, she glanced over her shoulder and saw her mother outside, attempting to water her new winter-resistant hexed flowers, but her shaking hands not allowing her to.

The details of Harry's whereabouts were described to Voldemort, and the group organized an attack. Davina wasn't paying much attention, her eyes kept wondering off to the window where her mother now sat with her head in her palms, no doubt crying.

It wasn't that Davina didn't care for Harry's safety, that she wasn't worried about him; because she was. There was simply nothing she could do. Everything she had thought of resulted in her cover being blown, or warning him far too late.

She knew all this would eventually catch up to her, the times where she'd stand by helplessly with guilt eating at her insides, only being capable of hoping to Merlin that Harry would make it out alive.

After all, she was on the villain's side, and that was the price to pay when you fell for the hero.

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Soon, the meeting came to a end. Voldemort vanished, and the group of his most loyal Death Eaters prepared themselves, and before Davina could blink, they were gone.

Draco silently stalked away, up the staircase as his shoulders tensed and his hands shook at his sides. Davina stood between the end of the staircase and the front doors, wondering who to console first; her mother, or her twin. She had no idea.

Slowly, she turned towards the staircase and maneuvered her way to Draco's room, except it was empty. Yet, she knew exactly where he was, so she turned and started that way.