Malfoy's Sister [Harry Potter]

~22~

"I'm Mr.Loverman and I miss my lover, man" Mr.Loverman by Ricky Montgomery

TW: Blood

Emlyn POV:

Matteo turned to Harry and they started dueling. Everyone else did the same, spells flying. I could see Bellatrix try to get closer to Hermione, but she was dueling me. "You will never win girl." Bellatrix said to me. "We'll see about that." I said. 

Then Bellatrix disarmed me. My only tool for fighting, in her hands. Harry saw me, and shot sparks flying toward Matteo. He ran over to me and disarmed Bellatrix himself, giving me my wand. Harry handed me his wand and I looked at him confused. "Wait and see." He said to me.

I trusted him. Bellatrix had grabbed a wand of a death eater, probably expecting to get his wand and her wand she disarmed him. Getting only her wand back. I gave Harry his and he fought Bellatrix. 

I heard screams, Fleur was being held. So was almost everyone else. Left in the center of the room was me, Harry, Bellatrix, Hermione, my father, Draco, Matteo, and two random death eaters. My mother had ran out, Merlin knows where. 

The dueling between Harry and Bellatrix stopped. Matteo came and pulled me back by the waist. I screamed for him to let go of me. "You will be safe." He whispered in my ear. My father ran over and grabbed Harry. Harry struggled in his arms. 

My father and Matteo standing close so Harry and I were just close enough so that Harry and I were yearning for each other's touch. Draco was grabbed by two death eaters and pulled back. He didn't bother to fight against them. 

Hermione realized the situation she was in; her and Bellatrix. The person that we could fairly say hated mudbloods the most. I looked to see Sirius and Remus being held back too. It looked as if they had been in this situation before. 

"Mudblood." Bellatrix whispered. Hermione shuddered. "Why would you bother fighting, when you know you are only gonna get killed?" Bellatrix said menacingly. "I have something to fight for. Rather than fighting to keep something alive that is long gone." Hermione shot back. 

At that moment, Bellatrix seized Hermione by the hair. Her neck was pulled back. In Bellatrix's other hand was a dagger. "No." I whispered. Harry looked at me, concerned and then back at Hermione.

Bellatrix pulled up the sleeve on Hermione's jumper. Hermione's breath hitched. The dagger pierced her skin. "No! Not Hermione! Please! Take me! Take me!" Ron shouted. He struggled in the arms of whoever held him. Bellatrix laughed. Hermione's screams filled the room, blood curdling. 

When Bellatrix had stopped carving whatever it was into Hermione's arm, she lifted it up. She had carved 'mudblood' on to her arm. I was crying. Matteo just grabbed me tighter. The dagger now at Hermione's neck. We were all waiting. But Hermione's wand was on the ground. She couldn't fight back. Ron was still trying to get to Hermione. 

"Emlyn, I will make a deal with you. Since you will not marry Matteo, you will either watch the mudblood get her throat slit or watch you beloved brother get the dark mark." She cackled. Draco was brought forward, his left sleeve pulled up. "No. Please." I begged her. "Pick Emlyn." She said. 

"Emlyn, you know the right thing to do." Draco said. "No Draco. No." I cried. "I love you Emlyn, but deep down, you know." He said. "Don't slit Hermione's throat." I whispered. "What dear?" She asked me. "DON'T SLIT HER THROAT!" I screamed and bawled at the same time. "Alright then. Go on." She dropped Hermione. 

She fell to the floor with a thud. Emotionless. In immense pain. The two death eaters near Draco shifted. One had his wand on Draco's forearm. "Morsmordre." The death eater said. Now, Draco's screams filled the room. His forearm had the dark mark. 

Right when the death eaters let go of him, he clutched his arm in pain. "Let them go. They paid the price." My father said. The death eaters exited. "Hermione!" Ron ran over to her. He put her head in his lap. He took her arm in his hand, he took off his jacket and wrapped her arm in it. 

Right when Matteo let go of me, I sunk to the floor. I was shaking and crying. Harry rushed over to me. "Emlyn." Harry said. "I hurt him Harry." I bawled. "Emlyn I am ok." Draco said. He was standing. "It will be alright." He said. I knew he was still numb inside. He did not follow us out.  

Ron carried Hermione out. Luckily, nobody else was injured as badly as she was. Minor cuts and scrapes. Madam Pomfrey could fix in a minute flat. 

The same pounding headache. It really never left, it just went unnoticed.