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Chapter 30 | Elena

Elena.

"Zambinis!" came that same Deatheater.

My eyes shot to Blaise.

I was terrified, if not more than Amy.

I had more on my shoulders.

I sighed, as Blaise took my hand and we walked into the room.

We watched as Voldemort was fixing his cloak as we heard a door slam in the distance.

"Zambinis, sit." He stated sharply. 

We both jumped a little as he jerked his hand to gesture to our seats.

One by one we took a chair and lowered ourselves into it. 

As I sat down, I took in the room, although there was an obvious effort to clean up, it looked ruffled. 

It looked like there was a struggle, and that made me very nervous. 

Amy was nervous as it was, and if there was a struggle, something most of happened to her.

Maybe something happened to Pansy? 

I hope it was Pansy.

My attention flickered to Voldemort as he took the chair across from us.

"I hope you'll be easier to work with that the previous two." He muttered, moving some papers around on the table. 

I found myself struggling with my eyes.

I had no clue where to look, I was so uncomfortable.

My eyes glanced over to Blaise for guidance and when I noticed his eyes were down, I mirrored him.

"Now, you two really don't have missions, am I correct?"

'Yes sir." we nodded in unison.

"Blaise, you're to help Draco. Elena, you're to help Amy." He stated, as if he was stating it for his own record. "I'm going to be blunt with you two, alright?" He asked, as we nodded slightly.

I shifted uncomfortably in my seat, only for Blaise to take my hand.

"Elena, whatever you have for Mister Malfoy, drop it! You know how he is with girls..." and once this was said, I glanced at Blaise, who just shook his head, every so slightly. 

I knew that this point, was a time to keep my mouth shut. 

"... another thing is he needs to stay focused...do you understand me?"

"Yes." I nodded, and stayed silent.

I mean sure, us Slytherins, us Deatheater, are tough outside this building, but around this guy.

 We're just as weak as everyone else.

"Blaise, as for your thing for Miss Black. She isn't going to be around long enough for you to get anything started anyway," He sighed, as I realized Blaise's eyes rose his gaze, for the first time, and they connected his eyes bravely with Voldemorts, and I knew that wasn't a good idea. "Do you have a protest Mister Zambini?"

"No." Blaise stated, and his gaze dropped. 

I glared over at him, I was more upset about the situation than the fact that my cousin couldn't speak up.

"Alright, and I just got word that you," He said, turning to me. "are staying at the Weasleys?"

"Yes sir." I nodded, ashamed that this information was brought up.

"You know what to do...help Amy distract Potter and take Black out." Voldemort explained rising to his feet. "All this would be easier if we just dropped a muggle bomb on the Burrow and be done with it..." He trailed off as he exited the room.

I punched Blaise in the shoulder as we arrived out in the alleyway to see Amy's face pale as death. 

She looked as if she had saw a ghost.

"What the hell was that for?" He gasped, clutching his arm.

"You -" I started, but caught sight of Amy's face, "What's wrong with you - ?" I started, but Blaise interrupted me.

" - what was that for?" He repeated, shoving me a little.

"You didn't even fight for Nicole." I spat, as I noticed Amy's face drop even more than before. "I know I didn't fight for Draco, but I expected more from you." I shoved him once more.

"Whatever." He spat and stomped off and I turned to Amy, who was now in tears.

"What's wrong Amy?" I asked, as she flung herself into my arms and I could feel her tears soaking my shirt. "What happened...where is Pansy?" I feared the worst.

"She went back in," she sniffed as she whipped some tears away. "I didn't fight for Nicole either."

"Amy - " I started, but Amy continued.

"- No Elena! Nicole is our best mate, and possibly Blaise's future love and no one fought for her!?" Amy explained and hesitated a little as she finally exhaled, "Not to mention, I asked about my mother."

"You what?" I asked, looking at her in eyes, realizing they were bloodshot.

She had been crying long before Blaise and I came out. 

"I thought I heard her voice...." she whimpered, as I stretched my arm around her and sighed.

"...come on, lets head back to the Burrow..." and with that we found Nicole, who was in a total different mood. She had puffy eyes, as if she had been crying as well. 

I went to question it, but Fred returned from wherever he had been, and we all started back to the Burrow.

I could tell none of us were the same.

Amy had her cousin's life on her mind, and her best mates as well.

I had Draco's life on my mind, and Nicole's as well.

Nicole, had no clue what had happened and whatever had happened in our absence, was obviously serious.

She doesn't cry, at least from what I've seen, and her eyes were just as puffy - if not more - than Amy's. 

We all entered the Burrow, disappeared into our room and sat in silence.

We weren't the same at all...we had to talk.

I spilt what happened in my meeting.

Then Amy pipped in and told what happened in hers.

Nicole's eyes were wide and I couldn't tell if they were of fear, disappointment or anger.

She was silent, as a matter a fact, she didn't speak a word for the rest of the night.

This made both myself and Amy nervous, she was never like this. 

If she had something to say she would say it, and to get away from all that drama and awkwardness, I wrote a letter to Draco, explaining everything;

...I wanted to say that I miss you too, and I don't know if its smart to continue this, please write me back soon..

- E

I sighed as I glanced over at my mates, Nicole sitting against her headboard of her bed and her chin against her knees, starring at the brick wall across form her bed. 

Amy, reading and writing some things down in a notebook.

I sighed, as I attached my letter to an owl and let It go.

We will survive this mess, we have to.

We just have to...