"The pain, It will leave Once it has finished Teaching you."
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The screams in Malfoy Manor could haunt anyone, even the tiniest fly that will pass by. However, one person thought the opposite, it was so pleasant.
"Get Draco," Bellatrix Lestrange said.
Now they were in the dining room, waiting. The people present didn't know whether to be anxious negatively or positively. They had gotten the Boy Who Lived after all, they are going to win.
Bellatrix couldn't be happier to please her Lord.
Harry Potter, Hermione Granger, and Ron Weasley were caught and sent to Malfoy Manor. They really weren't expecting that to happen; but here we are. In front of Lucius and Narcissa Malfoy, Bellatrix, Greyback and others.
They had to get out of there as soon as possible and alive, something not so easy to do.
"Well?" Bellatrix asked Draco, who was standing in front of the scene. The "Harry Potter" they had captured has an almost unrecognizable face, so they called him to confirm their suspicions.
Harry was forced on the floor by his aunt, waiting for the boy's response.
"I'm not so sure."
If you really knew Draco Malfoy, you might notice that he was sure that right there, in his house, and under the clutches of Lestrage was Harry Potter.
But that is something that the others would not know.
Lucius Malfoy approaches his son nervously, placing a hand on the back of his neck. "Draco, if we give Potter to the dark lord, all will be forgiven, do you understand son?" His desperate tone and grip had Draco cornered.
Don't touch me, father.
"I hope you don't forget who really caught it, Mr. Malfoy," Clarified one of the Snatchers.
"How dare you talk to me like that in my own house?!"
"Lucius," Narcissa called, grabbing her husband and pulling him away to avoid an argument.
Draco just wanted to leave, he couldn't hold on another second, but no. He couldn't leave his mother, he had to hold back. He didn't need to get carried away by his feelings.
"Now darling, come. Don't be shy," Bellatrix grabbed his hand to pull him closer to the boy on the floor. "If you tell us that he is really who we think, he will give us everything. We have to be completely sure." She purred.
He knelt down and examined the face of the boy they believed to be Harry Potter. The boy's left eye was so swollen that his entire face reacted in the same way, as if he had been beaten up.
