Come Back to Me(D.M.)

7. Memories

*Contains Mature/Sexual Themes, Themes of Abuse*

I was standing behind Draco who was seated at an end of the long black table I knew all too well- The Malfoy Manor dining hall.

The hall where all meetings with Lord Voldemort were held.

The hall where countless people were murdered, tortured, and given the mark.

The door at the other end of the hall opened, and the temperature in the room dropped. The lights dimmed, as if they could sense the dark magic coursing through his body. Voldemort's body.

I walked forwards to stand beside Draco. His face was as white as snow, and his eyes like glass. His hands trembled, not noticeable unless you had been watching his movements.

As Voldemort pulled his chair out, Draco flinched and made eye contact with him. He immediately looked back down at his shaking hands, which rested on his lap.

Draco was scared, and it was noticeable. There were few people who weren't. Very few.

Voldemort started speaking, but all his words and Draco's, became jumbled together. The memory was skipping time to show me what I needed to see.

"As you must know, Draco. Your father, being the disgrace he is, was arrested and placed in Azkaban this morning. Nagini came to me and said he had taken part in the beating of your fiance. My dear Nagini wasn't happy, therefore no one was." A smile took over Voldemort other wise emotionless face, while Draco's fists tightened, the  bones and veins becoming prominent under his ashy skin.

"So, I had a messenger sent out to the ministry about a deatheater raid on a muggle-born community. They happened to catch your father in the act of murdering a family, and he was arrested." Voldemort laughed at Lucius's foolishness.

"But, if you promise your Allegiance to me now, and receive your mark on your 17th birthday, I shall have Lucius broken out of prison," a devilish grin crept upon his features, and he raised his right hand in the air, pointing at the nothingness in the ceiling, "if you don't- I shall kill your beloved mother, and father, in front of you. Then, you."

My vision of the memory became wavy, disrupted, until I was staring the blonde boy in the face again. It wasn't until I blinked, that I realized his hands were in his hair, and he was yelling at  me to get out of his head.

Had I just used Legillemency?

"Genevieve stay the fuck out of my head!" he sprung up from the chair, grasping my neck harshly.

"I- didn't- Draco-" his grip was tight enough to make my breathing ragged. He slowly loosened it, allowing me to breath with ease. I put my hands on my face, contemplating my next words.

But he had other plans.

I was pushed into my desk chair abruptly, almost causing it to tip over. As I grabbed the chair arms to stand, Draco muttered a spell.

"Immobulus."

I couldn't move, but I could talk.

"Draco- stop what are you doing. I didn't know I could do that-"

"Shut the bloody fuck up would you?" He rubbed his jaw as he stepped closer, crouching down to my level. "You don't just have, legillemency, Genevieve. It is something that takes years to learn. So tell me, how'd you do it?"

"Draco I don't know, now let me go you arse!" talking through gritted teeth today seemed to be my thing. Draco stood up and took a step back.