A Story of a Short Ending | T.R

Chapter 35 - The Cells

Why Would You Be Loved - Hozier

The silence of the ballroom in contrast to how loud it was just minutes before was deafening. The Death Eaters, or rather what remained of them, were silent together with the women, who tried to understand the ongoing situation and put the pieces together. The consumed alcohol didn't make the task easier.

Lestrange was unconscious, Travers was nowhere to be seen, while Rosier and Alden were doing Merlin knew what and with Merlin knew who. Their annual charity ball was just hijacked by the members of the Order, who were out for blood and seemingly wanted the Death Eaters dead.

"I will go check the room you mentioned," Emma broke the silence, looking at Avery, who simply nodded. He had seen Alden and Rosier enter the room with two gentlemen, they laughed together and seemed friendly with one another, so there were no grounds for Avery to worry.

Emma made her way over to the doors, her hand touching the cool handle and as she pressed to open it, the coolness of the metal turned into a blasting heat. She jerked her hand back, as it burned her skin. Her whine of pain turned the attention of others to her, as everyone apart from Dirca made their way over to her, leaving the woman with an unconscious body that needed support to even stay on the sofa.

"It's locked and it burns when you try to open it," Emma said, shaking her hand to get some cool onto her burnt skin.

"What the hell?" Emily looked at the doors up and down, they didn't look tampered with but most of the time the magic was too clear to see, transparent to the eye.

"They probably used the protective locking charm, it's not widely used or taught here but it exists," Avery brought his hand forward to the handle, the metal burning brighter the closer his hand got to it. It was surely going to melt his hand off if he touched it.

"Stay away if you want to walk away from this alive!" A male voice with a slight accent came from behind the door, snapping everyone's attention to it. Who were these people and what did they want? If their goal was to get rid of the Death Eaters, Alden and Rosier were surely dead. They had nothing else to bargain for.

"Who are you and what do you want?" Abraxas's stern voice came almost immediately after, he didn't take it lightly being threatened in his own home.

"It doesn't matter who we are, you step away from the door and let us leave if you want to see your friends again, or at least... one of them." The same voice with an accent came from behind the door again.

One of them? That meant that either Alden or Rosier were probably in the same condition as Lestrange or even worse. They didn't have much time left, Lestrange's condition worsened in a matter of minutes and until they knew what the poison was they couldn't do a single thing about it.

"You let us out of the Manor unharmed and then you can get your dogs back." Another voice this time came from behind the same door, the second man taking the bargaining spot with them right now.

Letting them walk out left them vulnerable to more attacks, their information getting into the hands of Dumbledore of all people. They couldn't let them walk away.

What else they couldn't do was lose their friends. They couldn't let the Order walk in and decide their fates just because they wanted to do so. They couldn't let the enemy gain such an advantage. 3 lives of Riddle's closest followers were worth so much more than this. They had to live.

They were about to agree, to make the choice that would most likely come back to bite them in the end. They were about to say those words just to save the three men who fell victim to the tricks of Dumbledore's soldiers, yet they couldn't.