The Cabin | D.M 18+

F I F T Y - F I V E

Hi. Sorry I'm a little late. This chapter was long.

I'm feeling okay. But I won't be as active on social media because some of these platforms are toxic.

Hopefully this makes up for the wait.

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TW: Discussions of rape and assault. Violence/battle scenes. For any of those with natural disaster phobias. Viewer discretion is advised.

- DRACO -

Seethe.

Make them regret it all.

Fulgur shares his amusement with me.

Brittle to the bone, Death Eaters watch, unconvinced of my motives.

But I can see as they shiver in their boots, they clutch tightly onto their wands and plan the next best move. I only seek to laugh at their stupidity.

One could laugh at them in general and it brings me shame to admit that my family were once proud members of this cult.

Scouting the area, and waiting for Voldemort to come forth, I look at every face, in hopes of finding Belle. If she had truly given herself to him, then retrieving her would be my hardest task.

"Draco- Lucius- Malfoy." Voldemort smiles, entering above the lines with open arms. "What an honour it is to have you back."

His welcomes are not what I wish upon reality and my heart begins to pound harder and harder. It is an asteroid that collided with the earth causing mass extinction. I am the steel that they fear.

I bellow back, "Give her back. Or we shall have this war right here, right now. You versus me."

Hopefully with us stalled, Belle has enough time to get out. That is only if Snape brought the message through successfully. And if he had, then she should be with Blaise right now.

If he was alive that is. All dependent on the messengers within those walls.

We hadn't heard back from Snape in a few weeks, since before my mother died. But a sign off from Hermione's patronus should've reached him. And although otters are typically found as funky, playful mammals, they are incredibly sneaky and witty too.

Voldemort wants to laugh. I can see it in the way his teeth grit, "She's not here."

"A monster, I assumed you to be. But a liar? You've fooled yourself, Voldemort." I diffuse.

For your shame, Tom Riddle, I can feel her strings. Repelling us closer, I feel the interlocked bond.

Belle McGarrishen is most certainly here.

"I would never lie to you, Draco. Never have and I shall never do - no matter our differences." He walks closer, causing Fulgur to growl.

Voldemort halts, irritated by the gift he gave me. It only proved his stupidity more. He never had a typical infatuation with dragons and if he had, he would've known the animals were incredibly loyal to their master.

And now that I had him, our dynamic was heavily topheavy.

"All you ever do is lie."

He smiles again. "When have I ever lied to you?"

I know exactly what he's doing and it makes me want to kill him even more. The guilt and the heartache I feel is tremendous. Overbearing to a point where my mind is fuzzed. Those familiar flashes, coming back to me in splatters.