Third Person P.O.V"Where have you been!?" Draco was pulled into an airtight hug, his frantic mother not seeming to care if he could breath or not.
"I lost track of time, I was looking at things in Diagon Alley and it was like two a.m, so I just rented a room at the Leakey Cauldron." He lied, practicing the speech Dumbledore had worked hard to make real.
"Thank god! I was so worried! But I'm glad you weren't here... Xavier and other death eaters showed up, torturing his daughter, I couldn't dare say something."She whispered, pulling him inside and looking over her shoulder for any sign of her husband.
Draco clenched his jaw, anger coursing through his veins. "Draco, is there something you need to tell me" Narcissa asked her son, seeing the anger in his eyes. "No" he murmured.
Though she could tell it wasn't true, she didn't want to stress her son any further. "Would you like something to eat?" She asked. He shook his head, collapsing into a seat.
Meanwhile, back at the grimauld place, Teresa followed aimlessly after Mrs.Weasley as they work to clean the house. They had to do something to keep their minds at bay while Harry went to his hearing.
"Molly, theres a boggart in there, let me go in first" Teresa said, her voice had about as much emotion in it as a machine.
"Nonsense, I'll be fine" Mrs. Weasley waved her off. Opening the door, the two were greeted by the scene of a dead Fred and George Weasley.
"Mrs.Weasley!" Teresa squeaked, attempting to push her out of the way, she shouldn't see this. But Molly was glued straight to the floor, terror and pain etched into her face.
"Ridiculous!" She cried, trembling. The boggart morphed, and Ron then lay, sprawled across the floor, no life in his eyes. Molly gave another horrified yell, and after repeating the spell, the rest of the Weasley family joined.
Molly fell to her knees, sobbing and shaking. Teresa took no time to jump over her, shielding her from the boggart.
"Tell me where they are!" Xavier Likels voice rang through the house, alerting everyone of the horrors going on downstairs. Teresa didn't hear the frantic footsteps down the stairs, or the door flinging open as Molly sobbed onto Arthur's shoulder.
Teresa stood, mortified as she relived the pain she had felt, every kick... every punch... every period of time under the Cruciactus curse. No one could move, they were all frozen, just as Molly had been watching her boggart.
"Tell me! I will kill you! Where is the order!" He screeched, picking her up by the throat.
"Never" the boggart croaked. The boggart Xavier threw Teresa to the ground. "Ridiculous" Teresa finally managed to whisper. Everyone remained frozen, unable to move. What was one supposed to say after seeing that.
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Oxygen |Draco Malfoy|
FanfictionForgotten and neglected. That's all she's ever known. Forgotten by those she needed most, neglected by those she didn't. I hate to say that I am one of many who watched her drown, when I could have done something. You see, when you come across a bro...