The Cabin | D.M 18+

T H I R T Y - S E V E N

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TW: Acts of violence, death and torture. Viewer discretion is advised.

- BELLE -

Although Theo was special in how he was, he was a contributing factor to our success and I'd be foolish to think that he would be more than a nuisance. Unlike Draco of course.

Where I knew that his anger was fueled by jealousy, he would always try to make it known that the caramel curled boy had not a singular thread of chance.

It was quite entertaining to see actually.

Jealousy aside, we took the knowledge and perpetuity he could offer.

From what Theo recalled, all of South West from Somerset and Wiltshire, all the way to Devon and some of Hampshire had been swallowed by Death Eaters and Voldemort. Their plan, when he last eavesdropped, was to spread and move upwards in hopes of forced alliance with other counties.

It was the most serious Draco and I had ever seen Theo as he blinked through the memories. Fearing he'd fall under the seance of sadness and weeping.

He barely told what he witnessed in detail, but ensured who he saw passing by where Draco would be missing from the manor on his trips from village to village.

Luna, Ginny and Neville he came across. All three were killed on treason by order of the Dark Lord. Torture was used, but permitted no success.

He tried to speak without his tone breaking.

Nothing cracked the three of telling the darkling of the Order's main whereabouts.

Voldemort didn't want to simply kill everyone like he could. To him that was easy. He wanted an audience, a grande finale to finish what he started.

"I really liked her, you know, she had such a pretty smile," He mumbled, speaking of Luna. "I even gave her my butterfly pin when I had to feed her in the dungeons..."

Theo's voice cracked like shattered glass. "She'll never forgive me for not saving her and her friends, I just know it-"

The rawness of his wails and winces, enough to make a dementor weep. It was the total opposite I had seen him the night before. As though he was reliving the torture.

Everyone's duties from pureblood families had been fulfilled, regardless of their protests. Girls from said families were already impregnated, some by force, some were cooperative. But still, none were consensual.

It appeared that Voldemort had many plans. He was building an army. Miniature Draco's.

Soldiers that held strength physically and mentally but in a way where he does not fail and is left betrayed.

He wanted them emotionless. Wreckless.

"You know that's why he let those dogs on Narcissa-" Theo faced Draco who remained as light as a feather, stiff as a board.

"Because she taught you to care, she let you and Ast-"

"-Please. Theo. Don't."

I noticed the words hurt Draco. Even he was forced into a life that fogged darkness, to be labelled as a failure would hurt irrespectively of who it came from. To be reminded of his mother's torture.