It isn't but a day later when I finally see Draco again. We are both summoned from our rooms by Wormtail. His meek demeanor used to disgust me, now it strikes loathing in my heart. How can he so easily be bent to my father's every wish, every command. Then I realize I have done the same.
Tears stain the corners of my eyes when I see Draco standing in a black suit, standing at the top of the stairs beside Wormtail. He looks me up and down closely as I have changed into a long dark green dress with silver chains around my waist and shoulders, symbolizing my entrapment in this war.
He places his hand on my bicep and sends shivers down my spine.
"Are you alright?" He asks. "Bellatrix told me what happened and for bade me to speak with you."
"I'm alright," I urge before turning to Wormtail. "Now what have we been summoned for?"
"You will see mistress." He stutters. "You will see."
He leads us to the foyer where a few of my father's snatchers hold two familiar faces tightly. Draco's parents along with Bellatrix wait for us as well.
When Bellatrix sees us she skips from our view with giddy laughs. As I step down the last stair I see Bellatrix holding a disfigured boy by the hair, pulling his chin up.
"Well?" She urges us.
"Well what?" I ask, flicking my eyes between Hermione and Ron.
"Is it him?" Bellatrix hisses. "Is it Harry Potter?"
"I can't be sure." Draco says.
Draco and I stand still as statues before Draco's father places his hand on Draco's shoulder.
"Draco, look closely son." He mutters before lowering his voice for only Draco's ears but I catch it. "If we are the ones to to hand Potter over to the dark lord everything would be forgiven." He hints at his failure to acquire the prophesy that landed him in Azkaban for a year. "All would be as it was, do you understand."
"Now we won't be forgetting who actually caught him." A snatcher calls. "I hope, Mr. Malfoy, mistress Verena."
"You dare to talk to me like that in my own house?" Draco's father yells.
"Lucius." Narcissa corrects her husband, casting a glance towards me.
"You will be compensated for your efforts," I begin, turning to the grungy man. "If it is truly Harry Potter of course. And of course the Malfoy family will also be honored for their efforts."
"Thank you Mistress." Lucius grovels. "My apologies."
"You are forgiven. It is your home after all." I say professionally. "Now Mr Malfoy if you would let your son and I actually determine if it is the buy before we begin discussing rewards."
"Don't be shy," Bellatrix croons to Draco. "Come over."
I wish to reach out and comfort Draco, but infront of so many eyes it would be catastrophicly dull. I make my way over to the boy with a forced confidence. I kneel and Draco joins me shortly.
"Now if this ain't who we think it is, and we call him. . ." She sends a fidgety glance towards me. "He will kill us all."
"Trust me," I begin, sending a comforting glance toward Draco. "No harm will be done because I will identify him personally."
"You mean take the fall if we are wrong." He mutters quietly to me as Bellatrix focuses of the buy before us.
"I mean you and your family will not be harmed Draco." I say turning my attention to the boy.
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The Slytherin Heiress
FanfictionWhen Verena Riddle is presented to the world she has one goal, one purpose in her life, rule the world alongside her father. Raised in the shadows, the serpent is finally ready to emerge. When she does her goals shift unknowingly as she is to work w...
