It's fairly empty here. Pansy said it was only to be used for emergencies, and I guess she's right because it looks like no one's been here ever.
Wallpaper is peeling from various places in the opening hallway, crumbling down to floor in little heaps of plaster. Everything is coated with a thick layer of dust, creating a damp smell to the place. As we walk through the hall, the floorboard creak underfoot, echoing in the silence.
"You aunt couldn't have picked us a nice safehouse huh?" I shrug at Pansy, leading the group farther down the hall.
"I think it has character." Enzo says back, almost proud of making a wise comment.
"Shut up Enzo." Everyone says in unison.
The hall opens up into a large room, a kitchen/dining room. The kitchen is on the far left, and is fairly small. Cupboards line the wall, with the doors falling from the hinges, creaking slightly as they swing back and forth. There is no food from what I can see, just dust. The table is in the middle of the room, fairly intact. 8 chairs line the edge of it, 3 on each side and 1 at each end. I wont sit down first incase it breaks, ill let someone else take that privilege.
Another thing I've noted: there are almost no windows.
"Where are the windows." I say, making my way over to the other side of the room.
"There's a couple. but not a lot. It's a safehouse after all. They should have reflective charms on them so no one can see in. But, you can't open them." Pansy replies, walking behind me into the room.
"We cant open them?" I turn around to face her, trying not to come across as bothered as I am.
"No." She replies.
Remaining calm, I nod, then look past her to Draco, who also nods his head at me, then turns to look at the staircase next to the door we just came through.
"I'll go check bedrooms, see if we've even got mattresses. Someone check other rooms on this level." I head to the staircase, pulling gently on Draco's arm as I pass him.
The stairs creak even worse than the floorboards, announcing my every move to the whole house. Upstairs is extremely dimly lit, and without windows you can barely see a thing.
"Can you turn on the lights or something?" I say when we reach the top.
Draco pulls out his wand and utters a "Lumos", making the lanterns in the corridor brighten up.
"It'll be fine." He says quietly as we make our way down the corridor.
"What?"
"I know, the windows, it reminds you of-"
"You don't need to say it." I cut him off, still facing ahead.
"You can have the biggest room, if that helps."
"Are you being nice to me?" I try to sound shocked.
"Never."
Draco is only nice to me when it comes to things like this. We both understand the anxiety left with us from Malfoy Manor. Sometimes we share it, sometimes it's our own. When Draco did something wrong, Lucius turned to violence. When I did something wrong, I was dragged down to the basement and locked in solitary confinement for however long he saw fit.
All the bedrooms are very similar, the one at the end of the corridor is larger than the rest, and has one window slightly larger than the others. I turn to Draco who gives me a small nod, before leaving. There's a bed in the corner, and a desk against the opposite wall, missing a chair.
The window is small, but low, meaning I could sit on the floor if I wanted to be close, which I don't mind.
"Amara" Someone calls, snapping me out of my trance.
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Flee from Freedom - (mattheo riddle)
Fanfiction"I never wanted to not want you" Voldemort has won, he's done it. Harry Potter is dead, the order is diminished, and it was all for nothing. All the betrayal from his own side, from the children he sent as spies, yet it all amounted to nothing. Now...
