Roses and Riots | f. weasley

Chapter 70: The Manor

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Emilia, Ron and Hermione stood helplessly while Bellatrix held Harry roughly on display for Draco Malfoy, the room filled with other Death Eaters and some of the Snatchers who had captured them.

"Well? Is it him?" Bellatrix asked shrilly.

Draco had seen the rest of them, so he no doubt knew that it was Harry.

"I can't be sure," he said hesitantly, taking Emilia aback. He knew it was Harry, so why didn't he give them up?

Lucius shuffled over to his son, his whiskey glass held haphazardly in his trembling hands, "Draco, look closely, son. If we are the ones to hand Potter over to the Dark Lord, everything would be forgiven. All would be...as it was, you understand?"

Lucius Malfoy's desperation was palpable.

The lead Snatcher strolled over to them, "now, we won't be forgetting who actually caught him, I hope, Mr Malfoy."

Lucius looked down, eyes blazing, "you dare...to talk to me like that in my OWN HOUSE?!"

The witch who Bellatrix had previously asked to fetch Draco, took him by the arm. Upon looking at her, there could be no doubt that she was Narcissa Malfoy, Draco's mother. Pulling her husband away, she allowed her sister to once again implore Draco to identify Harry.

"Don't be shy, sweetie," Bellatrix said, "come over."

Draco slowly made his way over and Bellatrix pulled him down to Harry's level, who was kneeling on the floor.

"Now," Bellatrix continued in her unhinged, sickly sweet sounding voice, "if this isn't who we think it is, Draco, and we call him, he'll kill us all. We need to be absolutely sure."

"What's wrong with his face?" Draco asked in confusion, brows furrowing.

"Yes, what is wrong with his face?" Bellatrix repeated the question loudly.

The Snatcher leader shrugged, "he came to us like that. Something he picked up in the forest I reckon."

Bellatrix's black eyes travelled to where Emilia, Ron and Hermione stood, "or ran into a Stinging Jinx."

Bellatrix's eyes practically lit up when she saw Emilia, and Emilia's stomach dropped. Was her presence enough to give away who Harry was? She regretted not casting her own Stinging Jinx on herself.

"Was it you, dearie? I know you, don't I?" Bellatrix said, narrowing her eyes, then standing up and sauntering over to her like a wild cat of prey.

"It was me!" Hermione said, thinking quickly to draw attention away from Emilia. "I tried to heal a cut on his face and it went wrong."

Bellatrix looked at her and then at the Snatcher holding her, "give me her wand. We'll see what her last spell was."

Bellatrix grinned at Hermione's face, but then gasped when she saw what one of the Snatchers was holding.

Emilia's heart sank in horror as she realised that Bellatrix had spotted the Sword of Gryffindor. The Snatcher must have rooted through her bag in search of his stolen wand.

"What is that?" she hissed, "where did you get that from?"

"Found it in her bag," he nodded to Emilia with a sneer. "Reckon it's mine now."

As quick as a flash, Bellatrix sent a curse flying at the Snatcher, and grabbed the sword before turning and disarming the rest of the Snatchers. It was lucky for her that only half of the crew was in the manor, the rest having stayed outside.