Greyback walked me towards the gates. The iron was contorting, twisting itself out of the abstract furls and coils into a frightening face, which spoke in a clanging, echoing voice: "State your purpose!"
"We've got a traveling companion of Potter's." Greyback roared triumphantly.
The gates swung open.
"Come on!" he said as he dragged me through the gates. I saw a ghostly white shape above him, and realised it was an albino peacock. This was my last chance. I stumbled and was dragged on to my feet by Greyback. I had hoped to knock him off balance and use that to my advantage, but he hadn't even swayed. I let myself be led to the front door of the house, nausea building in the pit of my stomach. It opened as soon as we reached it.
Light spilled out over all of us.
"What is this?" said a woman's cold voice.
"We're here to see He Who Must Not Be Named!" rasped Greyback.
"Who are you?"
"You know me!" There was resentment in the werewolf 's voice, "Fenrir Greyback! We've caught a traveling companion of Harry Potter. She knows everything he does."
Greyback seized me and shoved me in front of him.
If Narcissa Malfoy recognized me, she hid it well. Why she would possibly hide it I have no idea, but she didn't seem like the kind of woman to forget a face.
"Bring them in," she said, voice a little tight.
I avoided eye contact with her as I was brought into a hallway lined with portraits.
"Follow me," said Narcissa, leading the way across the hall. "My son, Draco, is home for his Easter holidays. If that is a friend of Harry Potter, he will know."
Shit.
"We know it's her," snarled Greyback.
She caste him a look of distain. "Wouldn't you like a second opinion before we bother the Dark Lord?"
"She practically admitted it!"
Narcissa turned to me. "Did she now? And is it at all possibly that she only said so to say her skin? Perhaps she is of no importance, and did not want to be killed on the spot."
Greyback faltered. "You didn't see her. She was telling the truth."
"Are you a traveling companion of Harry Potter?" she asked me.
I shook my head. "I barely know him. I wasn't in his house."
"There you have it." She raised a perfectly tweezed eyebrow. "It seems like we need a second opinion. I for one, would not want to be killed by the Dark Lord for something as silly as this."
Greyback nodded, hatred glinting in his eyes.
The drawing room dazzled after the darkness outside. A crystal chandelier hung from the ceiling, more portraits against the dark purple walls. Two figures rose from chairs in front of an ornate marble fireplace as I was escorted in.
"What is this?"
The dreadfully familiar, drawling voice of Lucius Malfoy fell on my ears. But something far more terrifying, was the figure next to him.
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Action{Book seven} {Harry Potter and Avengers crossover} The last year left Kendra devastated. Her mother, Coulson, and Tony Stark died. She had temporarily lost her best friends and fought in a bloody war to finally defeat Thanos. She had given an old fl...
