ETHALINE FLORENCE MALFOY, twin of Draco Malfoy and the second choice finds comfort in a certain raven haired boy the Malfoy family despises after Death Eaters invade the Quidditch Tournament.
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"Wake up!" Bellatrix dropped a bucket of ice cold water on Ethaline Malfoy, her eyes shooting open before she began to move away from her. "Good morning Ethy!"
Ethaline stayed silent, her hands wrapped around her body as she glared at her.
"Still no talking right?" Bellatrix shrugged, "No worries, we have some new techniques to get you talking." She promised bitterly as her hand grazed the spot her dragon's acid spit touched her.
"Bring her to her feet." She commanded before making her way out of the dungeon and towards the center of the ballroom where they changed it to fit her needs.
As she walked there, she walked past the servants who quickly looked away from her. Even the house elves who wanted to help her couldn't. She had been kind to them and when she needed them they turned a blind eye.
For a second she saw her mother walking down the hall. Ethaline made eye contact, her eyes trained on the older woman as she walked before she saw Draco exit a room and meet their mother.
Draco's lips parted slightly, taking note of his twins current physical and emotional state. Her eyes were a dark grey color, te bags under her eyes watching the color of her last clothes. A faded black. Her hair flew gently around her shoulders, it's tangled mess making them flinch. She always took care of her hair.
How could she when she was being held hostage in her home.
Pardon, her old house.
Ethaline was shoved into a chair before they used a spell to retrain her there. She stared them dead in the eye, still staying silent before they began to talk. The death eaters hoped they could knock the look and confidence off of her through countless methods of torture, countless screaming and crying she never begged for them to stop, not once. Afterwards, even if the pain was unbearable and she couldn't move she kept her chin held high.
There was an instance in which blood poured out of her eyes like tears from a special spell, but not once did she plead for her life which only angered them.
"You're in trouble." Greyback cooed into her ear, inhaling her scent that he dreamed of devouring before having a go at the youngest Malfoy. "The Dark Lord is very upset with you...even more now."
Ethaline raised an eyebrow, her feet wrapping around the chair as if she was bored. She also hasn't spoken since she was taken and she nearly forgot that she could. She wondered what she could have done to upset the noiseless reptile in her cell.
