A Soul Bond - HP fanfic (Completed)

Chapter 47. Darkness.

I know.

After that Harry didn't say anything else and so, Evelyn knew he knew. That's how strong their connection is. He knows she is with Voldemort just by those two words. But he also knows it's not safe for him to look for her.

All she could hope for now is that he will stick to the unwritten plan. He will follow Dumbledore's mission (which she knows nothing about, but knows enough), and somehow everything will end up okay.

She has been in this cell at the Malfoy's house for a month now. Since she has talked to Harry, until now, she has never felt more alone. She misses everything and everyone, but specially Harry and Steph.

Oh Steph. She wished she could've told her the truth but that would've been worse for her. She didn't want to cause any trouble in her best friends life. It was enough knowing about her powers. That put her in enough danger as it was.

She could tell Draco was feeling guilty about what he has done. Specially each time he had to go and look for her, just to bring her to Bellatrix for some torture time. It was Bellatrix's favorite part of the day. And Evelyn's worst one.

Somehow, her powers had let her disconnect these feelings from Harry so he doesn't worry as much. All he could feel was the sadness in her, but not the pain. That's all she could have asked for.

How has she managed to do that? She doesn't know. She thinks all it takes is for her to concentrate hard enough so he doesn't feel her pain. If something slips or she disconnects from herself, Harry will immediately feel it. But practice makes perfect, doesn't it?

"Evelyn." Draco suddenly said, snapping her put of her thoughts. She opened her eyes and knew immediately it was the next day and she had another torture time ahead of her.

He looked pained at her, almost as if he could feel her pain. But knew it was just sympathy. As much as she wanted to forgive Draco for bringing her here, knowing he didn't had a choice, she couldn't forgive him. She hated him more than ever right now. Specially because all she wanted to do was help him.

He has made all of the wrong choices.

"It's time." He said as he opened the cell. He went over her to help her stand up. She did, putting her arm around his shoulder.

"I hate you." She said in a low voice. She hasn't talked. Not once. These three words have been the first time Draco has heard her voice and it just pained him more.

He looked surprised at her at the same time. Not expecting her to say anything.

"Look- I'm sorry-"

"I don't care." She interrupted him, not really wanting to hear his excuses as to why he had to kidnapped her.

"Evelyn-"

"No. I don't want to hear it. Just wanted to say I hate you, before I give up." She said. "I never understood why you hated Harry so much, and I'll never understand. And now, I'll never understand why you had to do this to me. You could've of just let me go. None of them would've know you saw me or knew about me somehow. You could've just let me go and I wouldn't be here." Evelyn said to him, looking straight at his eyes so he could feel her pain and truth in her words. "If I die, just know my death is in your hands."

She knows it was dark, she knows that maybe it wasn't entirely his fault, but she hated him and that was never going to change.

"I really thought I could help you, but you obviously are on his side." She finished her speech and when Draco didn't say anything else back, she felt satisfied.

Going to the same room that Bellatrix was waiting for her, she saw that this time, Voldemort was there too. This was the second time she has seen him. And it made her nervous. Because this can't be good.

"Finally." Bellatrix said as she had her wand ready. "Put her there Draco, we'll do the rest."

Some other death eaters where there too and Evelyn just knew this might be the end for her. As soon as she stepped foot in that house, she knew it was the end of her life. That was going to be the last place she'll ever be in. She will never feel Harry's hugs anymore, or Harry's kiss. Or Steph's words and hugs. She's gonna miss the hugs the most.

They handcuffed her once more as well as her feet. "Hello Miss Finley. Nice to see you again. It's been too long." Voldemort said as he made his way towards Evelyn, Bellatrix right by his side.

Evelyn didn't say anything as she just looked down at the ground.

"Not very talkative uh?"

"She hasn't uttered a single word. Sometimes I think someone took off her tongue or something?" Bellatrix said.

"No. I'm sure she can talk. She just doesn't want to because she knows she can mess everything up." He said, "she knows everything we want to know. And she thinks bravery is staying quiet. I think it's more foolishness."

Voldemort put his wand on her neck, making her look at him so she didn't have a choice. "What you're doing is weak. I know what you mean to Potter. I've seen it in his memories. I know yours and his weaknesses. I could do this the easy or the hard way. I do want to see you suffer before you spit everything out."

"You've been strong enough for Bellatrix tortures methods, but you have no idea about mine." He said as he smirked at her, seeing some scared expressions behind her eyes. "Let's see how strong you are now before you talk."

Evelyn knew in her heart that she would rather die than talk and put her friends in danger. If she could help it, she will never let out a single word in front of him.

***

In a dimly lit chamber deep within Malfoy Manor, shadows danced across the stone walls, illuminated only by flickering torches. Voldemort, his serpentine features twisted in malevolent focus, towered over Evelyn, who was bound to a cold, unforgiving chair. Her eyes, defiant and resolute, met his gaze with unwavering strength, a stark contrast to the despair that permeated the room.

"Leave us." He said to the rest of the death eaters who were slightly disappointed that they were not invited to watch. They left though and all they could hear after that were Evelyn's screams. 

"Tell me where Potter is," he hissed, his voice a chilling whisper, laced with impatience. With a flick of his wand, a wave of dark energy surged toward her, coiling like a serpent, ready to inflict agony.

But Evelyn held her ground. The curse struck her, a searing pain that threatened to unravel her, yet she pushed back against it, summoning the well of strength buried deep within. Memories of Harry flashed in her mind—his laughter, his courage—fueling her resolve. The energy twisted around her, but she remained anchored, her will unyielding.

Voldemort's eyes narrowed in disbelief. "You think your love can save you?" he taunted, casting another spell, this one more insidious, seeking to erode her mind. Shadows clawed at her thoughts, but she fought back fiercely, channeling every ounce of her spirit.

The room crackled with tension, the air thick with the clash of dark magic and unwavering determination. Evelyn's breathing steadied as she embraced the pain, transforming it into a shield. Voldemort's frustration mounted, each failure ignited his fury. He was not accustomed to resistance, especially not from someone he deemed weak.

"Why won't you break?" he spat, desperation creeping into his voice as he intensified his efforts. The spells became a relentless storm, but Evelyn rooted in her love for Harry, rosing above the chaos. She was not just a captive, she was a force, a beacon of hope in the darkest of places.

Draco could hear her and he has never heard her suffer so much or anyone suffer so much like in that moment. People have come to this house and had been tortured but never as badly as Evelyn, because usually, Voldemort would just kill them. 

In that moment, amidst the flickering shadows and Voldemort's seething rage, it became clear that Evelyn's strength was greater than any curse he could wield. She would not betray Harry, not now, not ever. And as the darkness swirled around her, she embraced the light of her conviction, resolute and unyielding, standing firm against the darkness that sought to consume her.

"Sooner or later you will break and I won't give up." He said in determination as she let the darkness consume her, welcoming it with open arms.