The Cabin | D.M 18+

F I F T Y - F O U R

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A/N

I want to quickly warn that there are some discussions with regards to Russian alliances in this chapter which have unfortunately fallen in time with the recent attacks upon Ukraine.

This is not a mockery. I don't agree with current matters and I will continue to show support towards the Ukrainian refugees and asylum seekers.

I want to thank the countries of Poland, Slovakia, Hungary, Romania and Moldova who are offering safety, food and shelter to innocents who have fled.

Although this story is not realistically political, nor do I enjoy discussing matters about politics, I understand where the subject matter may be sensitive.

- BELLE -

Before another crack can rumble, the grand doors behind us, swirled with golden and silver bridges, open.

A small figure, slightly muscled but lanky in height bolts through. His dress robes hug him tightly and accentuate the contours of his deep embellished chocolate skin.

"My Lord," He pants, uncertain, "A disturbance has occurred and a breach in the upper atmosphere has shattered the repelling charm. We appear to be under attack."

I can't help but squint at the stranger, studying their features.

Voldemort stiffens beside me. Although he is no longer touching me, which allows me to slightly relax, I'm still as tense as ever. As if I had been turned into jelly. Poured from powder to liquid to something more solidified.

And I can't help but hope to get eaten up by the disgrace of the world.

"Who was on standby on the watchtower?" Is all he asks the familiar looking boy.

Stranger shakes his head with a short shrug, licks his lips, still catching on his breath. "Pucey has been assigned for the evening but he was stunned by the flashing of the thunder. We have tested the voltage and they're incredibly high"

His words are surprisingly convincing. And as Voldemort nods, he turns back to look out the window which hasn't given into the dark sleep of the night yet. "Very well, Zabini. We should take residence in the mid islands between Ireland and England."

My heart drops as our eyes match. The person before me was Blaise, Draco's other closest friend to Theodore. He was also alive.

And I wasn't sure if I was happy about the news or not. For I wasn't entirely certain as to where his alliance rested.

Blaise blinks back at Voldemort, a pain endearing his chest as he winces the words through clenched teeth, "My Lords, the perpetrator had hit all the other safety houses. We've not heard any distressed signals from them so can only assume that they were hit in search for Belle."

When Voldemort snarls, not out of muse but sheer frantic sociopathy is when Blaise shares a concerned look over me again. "It all seems very convenient doesn't it, Zabini. You're not one to take me for a fool are you?"

Would he know why I was here? Perhaps he had formed an alliance with Severus? Or he was done with the darkness after all?

Blaise clearly is in panic mode, eyes darting between us both as he stumbles over his words. "I-I am in no way trying to be a disservice, my lord. The word has only come to me now."