Tears Dry On Their Own {Draco Malfoy}

Chapter 9

I sat down taking a seat on a black leather chair beside Snape. My eyes glanced around the table, looking upon the many faces of Death Eaters that were sitting in his presence. I was one of them.

I kept my eyes down after scanning around. I folded my hands together in my lap not ushering a word. I dared not to look up unless I was called upon. I might have been a Gryffindor yes, but inside I felt as daunt as ever; I had no idea what Harry had been putting up with for the past 3 years of his life.

“Miss. Clarkson I presume?” Voldemort said in his cold screechy voice. I didn’t look up at him; I kept my eyes down and merely nodded. “Where is your son?” He asked.

“I’m… not sure… with one of the house elves I think.” I said quietly. He laughed.

“Really? A Mother unsure of where her child is? This is something you don’t hear everyday.” He said laughing; a few of the other Death Eaters followed his actions as well.

“Draco, I am sure that it came of a shock to you?” He said once more. I looked up and saw Malfoy sitting beside his father. I saw him nod his head and look over at me. As soon as our eyes met another’s gaze I broke the connection and looked back down again.

“Yes, It did.” He replied.

“Sydney,” I flinched slightly when Voldemort called me by my first name. “Severus tells me that you are good friends with Harry Potter.” He continued on.Looked to my right and saw Snape stoned looking straight ahead at Voldemort barley even acknowledging my presence in the room.

“Yes.” I said quietly, no one could hear me and I was aware of that.

“Speak up?” Voldemort asked.

“Yes.” I said once more, a little louder but still as quiet.

“Louder?” He asked.

“Yes.” I said and I knew that it was loud enough to hear. I looked up at him and saw him smirking. His snake began to slither up the table towards me; her tongue was touching my nose when she poked it out of her mouth. I moved my head back in disgust but she only moved forward. I could see Malfoy clench his fists causing them to turn pure white.

“You must know something about the boys whereabouts.” Voldemort said. I shook my head and his snake perched off of the table and began to slither around me as though if he caught sight of me lying about anything I was in for it.

“No, I know nothing.” I replied.

“Surely he might have left you something,” I shook my head. “A letter perhaps?” I suggested.

“No, he didn’t.” His snake began to slither up the arm of the chair and around the headboard.

“I see… and I’ve heard of the Blood Traitors that you tend to associate with. Where are they?” He asked me once more.

“I…I’m not sure.” I said. He nodded.

“Is there anything else you would like to lie to me about?” He asked. I looked up at him puzzled.

“I’m not lying!” I said.

“Yes you are… I was told by one of the Death Eaters here that you were there when they took the Child.” He stated.

“I was there when they took him but, after I left I have no idea what’s happened there.” I exclaimed.

“Such lies… perhaps it would be more helpful if we brought the child in.” He said.

“No My Lord… that… that wont be necessary.” I heard Malfoy’s voice say, it was cold, dry, and full of fear.

“Now Draco why do you say that?” He asked him.