fade into you || d.m

girls stick together

tw: torture, harassment, death, homophobia

A song for the chapter: labour - Paris Paloma

Day 5, 13, 20?

Elwia quickly lost count of how many days had passed; she only knew that Dolohov came to question her twice a day (or what she thought had been a day). Without a working watch or clock and no sunlight, it was hard to tell the time. Elwia's concept of an hour passing could've been three hours in reality or just 30 minutes, and there was no way of telling. The only thing Elwia had been able to keep count of was how many times Dolohov had tortured her with the Cruciatus curse. After each time, Elwia would keep track by carving tally marks on the wall with a spoon.

It was yet another morning that Dolohov opened the door with a sly smirk. The only reason Elwia guessed it was morning was because Dolohov's breath reeked of coffee.

"Ready to talk?" He grinned, caressing Elwia's pale, clay-stained cheek.

Elwia shuddered under his touch and tried her best not to vomit. "I've told you everything I know..." she whispered, trying to create some mercy in Dolohov's heart – that was if he had one – by looking into his eyes hopelessly.

"Oh, Ziggy. I thought you would've learnt by now not to lie to me." Dolohov tilted his head, running his wand down Elwia's neck.

"I-I swear I'm not. I wouldn't lie to you. I'm just a muggleborn on the run. I don't know what the Order is or where the Potter twins are. I was in Ravenclaw; I've never spoken to them at Hogwarts." Elwia stuttered and raised both of her hands slightly to the air.

Ollivander was wrong.

It was the tenth time that was the worst.

By then, the pain remained even after the caster had ended the Cruciatus curse. Obviously it didn't feel as bad as it did when the curse was active, but the stabbing and burning pain still ached all over Elwia's body.

"I want my mum..."

"Fetch the prisoners some food, boy." Dolohov shouted as he left the dungeon, leaving Wormtail holding the door open to someone.

Elwia lay on the stone floor, her blonde hair slightly over her eyes, facing the door. She couldn't really speak or move; Dolohov had completely broken her. He hadn't broken her into revealing her secrets, but he had destroyed her mental and physical health, bringing her to the edge of death many times and pulling her back to the surface before she could leave.

"Where should I leave this?"

Wait.

"Just leave it there, Malfoy." Wormtail responded.

Elwia saw a head of platinum blonde hair standing by the door, holding two plates in his hands. It was Draco, her dear Draco, but he looked thinner than before, more pale, with dark bags under his eyes and no joy in his features.

"Draco..." She tried to shout, but no sound came from her mouth, only a whisper audible to no one but herself.

It was too dark in the dungeon; Draco couldn't see Elwia lying on the cold floor.

"Draco, darling. Go pack your things. You're going back to school tomorrow." Narcissa's voice called out, which broke Draco out of his haze, so he quickly put the plates down and left the dungeon.

"No, no, no. Draco, please. Save me!" Elwia cried, but he couldn't hear her.

If Draco was going back to school tomorrow, it would mean that it was the beginning of January, 1998, and that Elwia had been captured for almost two weeks.