TW: torture, harassment
A song for the chapter: Dimensions - Arcade Fire, Owen Pallet
Elwia's heart was beating out of her chest as they walked to the gates of Malfoy Manor. She was scared, knowing that the manor was used as a meeting place for Voldemort and Death Eaters. Elwia knew she wasn't going to die there, but she feared all the things they might do to her. She knew that Draco was most likely back home for the holidays, but not even that could erase Elwia's fear of what was going to happen to her. The Snatchers and the Death Eaters had gained themselves a reputation for enjoying hurting young girls and boys.
"Who is that?" The guard at the gates asked, pointing his wand at the blonde-haired girl.
"My prisoner. Let us in." Dolohov grunted ominously, showing his face more clearly to the guard, whose eyes immediately widened.
It seemed Dolohov was well-respected amongst the other Death Eaters, which wasn't exactly a surprise to Elwia. She had heard of his thirst for blood and sinister acts of murdering muggles for fun.
As they stepped inside Malfoy Manor, Elwia began gawking at the size of the house and all the fancy furniture.
"Don't get excited. You won't be staying up here." Dolohov chuckled, tightening his hold around Elwia.
Elwia and Dolohov walked past a mirror where she finally saw her reflection after a long time. Hermione's spell had indeed turned her hair blonde and straight, which made her look like a whole new person. Elwia's nose was also bloody and slightly crooked, as she had broken it when she fell on the ice. That would explain why Dolohov didn't recognise her.
"Oh, not another prisoner? I can't stand this happening in my house." A woman called out, sounding annoyed as her heels clicked closer towards them.
"Mrs Malfoy, we are here strictly on the Dark Lord's orders. He ordered that everyone who might know information about the Potters' whereabouts be brought here for questioning." Dolohov seethed and glanced at Elwia with squinted eyes.
That's Draco's mum? Merlin, she's gorgeous. Elwia thought to herself, trying her best to avoid Narcissa's eyes in case she might recognise her.
"That girl is no older than Draco. What would she know?" Narcissa argued, looking at Elwia up and down with a frustrated expression.
"She's my prisoner, and I'll do what I want with her." Dolohov raised his voice, his fingernails cutting into Elwia's skin from how rough he was handling her.
"Men... You'll only question her, nothing else!" Narcissa pointed her finger in Dolohov's face before walking away with her head held up high.
"I don't know anything! Please let me go. I don't want to rot alone in a dungeon." Elwia whimpered, tears beginning to swell in her eyes.
Dolohov laughed as he dragged Elwia through the halls, smelling her hair with a groan. "You won't be alone; don't worry, dear."
"Please! Let me go! I don't know anything about the Potter twins." Elwia yelled, her voice echoing in the empty rooms.
"Soon I'll find out if you're telling the truth or not. Pettigrew, open the door." Dolohov ordered, pulling into a stop.
Elwia's head snapped to take a good look at the bastard that betrayed her parents. She spat at the rat's shoes when he opened the door to the dungeon, for which she earned a punch to her jaw.
"I hope you rot in hell, Pettigrew!" Elwia roared as Dolohov threw her to the wet, stone floor.
"Now, now, Ziggy. We all despise Wormtail, but there's no need to be rude." Dolohov clicked his tongue against his teeth, looming tall over Elwia.
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Fanfiction"I look to you and I see nothing I look to you to see the truth" Elwia found herself unable to deny the fact that, since the first day she met Draco Malfoy, there had been something so intriguing about him. Maybe it was his grey eyes and blonde hair...
