CONTROL(Harry Potter x MCU)

108. New Elements

December 24th, 2017
Third Person POV-Golden 3/4
(Harry/Draco/ Hermione)

The three went to Godric's Hollow late in the evening to see if they could find any horcruxes.

However they encountered Nagini who was disguised as Bathilda Bagshot who had long since been dead.

The three narrowly escape with their lives.

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December 25th, 2017
Third Person POV- Torture at the Manor
(Persefoni/Death Eaters/Voldemort)

It was early Christmas morning when Severus Snape was called to the Malfoy Manor by Narcissa Malfoy with the note to bring every healing potions he had.

"What is it that you need?" He asked entering the drawing room to see Narcissa and Bellatrix standing side by side.

"We need you to heal the girl in the basement." Bellatrix spoke in a bored tone as if she'd much rather be doing something else.

"Another one of your toys I presume?" He asked unamused and she rolled her eyes.

"As a matter of fact yes. But the dark lord requires her assistance and he needs her to live. So he's suggested I call you to heal her." She sneered and he turned to Narcissa who stood with a sad expression on her face that was gone the moment she felt his eyes on her.

"Lead the way?" He asked and she nodded turning to take him to the cellar.

"Leave once you've finished. I have other business to attend to." Bellatrix called after the two before leaving.

"I should warn you, I fear there's very little that can be done to save this girl. After her...evening with Greyback and Scabior  a few days ago her injuries are- um...ghastly." Narcissa said just above a whisper once the two of them arrived at the cell door but he said nothing as she quickly unlocked the door.

She enters the room first and waves her wand to light the candles once he's entered the room. He has to refrain from showing a physical response to what he sees as the pungent metallic sent of blood fills his senses.

Blood old and new splashed across the walls, broken chains, tubs full of stagnant water, broken chairs, an old towel with various knives lay near the far wall and various other things that had seemingly been used as a means of torture. At the center of it all lay a girl, her face was completely unrecognizable. Her body covered in old poorly applied bandages and her skin looked almost grey. She looked like she was already dead, had he not noticed her eyes slowly following his movements he would have been confused as to why they called him about a dead girl. It wasn't until he saw a familiar bumblebee earring not far from her body that he recognized who he was looking at and immediately he wanted to vomit. Sure there had been whispers of her disappearance but never would he have thought her to be here.

"She'll need to be healed enough to be questioned. The dark lord wants to speak with her when he returns." Narcissa commented and he almost flinched at the sound of her voice as he'd forgotten she'd been there to begin with. Nevertheless he began to get to work, every few seconds she'd flinch away from him as silent tears fell from her emotionless eyes and he wanted nothing more than to wrap her in his arms and run away. But he couldn't, not with Narcissa here, not without a plan.

That didn't stop the questions that formed in his brain from firing off in rapid succession. How long had she been here? How many of the screams he'd heard coming from the cellar belonged to her? Why didn't she fight back? She could have easily taken them all out without breaking a sweat so why didn't she? Had she been here since the attack at the burrow? How many people knew she was down here? How was he going to get her out? Had she given up? Why hadn't anyone come for her?