Bellatrix Lestrange captured Hermonie Granger during the battle of the Department of Mystery's. She is taken to Malfoy Manor to be held hostage for the summer, forcefully becoming one of their servants.
Before she knows it, things begin to start tak...
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"Here she is sir, just like Banty promised you."
Banty bowed her head, looking anxiously at Malfoy. He waved his hand in the air, dismissing her as she quickly ran off and shutting the door.
I looked around the room we were in, it was a study to say the least that had many moving portraits of the Malfoy family covering the walls. It looked like they were talking to me, but no sound was leaving their mouths. I assuming a nonverbal jinx was placed on them as they were all aggressively yelling with no sound.
I saw Malfoy in the middle was the silencing madness above him. He was in front of was a decorated roaring fireplace, that had a huge Malfoy coat of arms with two silver swords crossing through it.
The handles of the swords were intricately woven with emeralds dotting them. You could tell that they were worn and used by his ancestors, as I saw two men welding them in a picture together. The older one had long platinum hair and wore a silver crown adorned with emeralds. The other man looked familiar, short black hair and a golden crown as he was beheading a man with his black and gold sword. They were laughing uncontrollably in the blood shed, repeating it gruesomely, when I finally figured out who they were.
It was Armand Malfoy and William the Conqueror. This was depicting when Armand helped King William I conquer Britain over the Anglo-Saxon forces in 1066.
It made me realize how truly old the Malfoy family was. Also, why they were so rich, but also why they were so dark. Blood shed runs through their veins like a never-ending war. To be a Malfoy means to be ruthless, no matter the cost. Thats why the true meaning of Malfoy means Bad Faith, that there should say it all.
My thoughts got the best of me, realizing we had been standing in a long stale silence. Malfoy continued to stare at the fireplace, ignoring my presence for a little moment longer.
"I'm surprise you even showed up."
I could feel the angry weeping out through his words like an open wound. He stayed perfectly still, awaiting my response.
"You summoned me."
"I did, even though it took a house elf to get to come to me."
I huffed, ignoring him, and crossing my arms. This caused him to finally turn around and look at me directly. We stood a few feet apart when I caught on that he was drinking.
"Are you drinking? Goodness gracious Malfoy, its 7:30 in the morning!"
I was stomping my feet towards him like a worried mother, until I was in front of him. I reached for his glass, and he pulled it away from me with a stumble, causing some of it to spill onto the old rug. He became angry at this, looking back to me with a foul expression causing me to step back. I was scared he was going to retaliate against me in some hurtful punishment. His eyes watched my reaction, causing him to take a long deep breath trying to hold his composure. Stepping back once more, I gave him his space and let him keep his glass of alcohol in his hand. I could tell that he had been drinking for a while, as he had black bags under his eyes, and he reeked of scotch. In all honesty, Malfoy looked horrible. His hair was a mess, his clothes were wrinkled, he definitely has not showered in a while and the lack of sleep was prominent.
