Thick Smoke

Reason

Eliza's screams became something common in the Malfoy Manor for the next two months and the pain was getting worse; everything she learned with Snape became irrelevant because Bellatrix was insane.

Bellatrix stopped calling her a bastard child and came up with an even worse pet name for her, one that Eliza hated.

"Sneaky little mutt! You can't hide~"

It was by a miracle that Eliza found a way to escape Bellatrix's sight. Hearing her loud voice resonating through the manor wasn't helping Eliza.

"Come out, come out wherever you are~"

The green eyed witch spun around, searching for a place to hide but the doors were all locked and she didn't have enough strength to use magic; she wasn't even sure where her wand was. The sound of loud cracks on the old wood was enough to make her panic and gulp in fear. Bellatrix was just around the corner when Eliza got pulled into the wall, inside a hidden room that smelled horrible, had no lights and was altogether a mess. She knew the perfume so it wasn't a surprise when he turned her around and checked her condition.

"You look horrible." He whispered, helping her stay on her feet.

"This feels very familiar." She chuckled, falling in his arms when her ankles gave up.

Her back stung and blood was oozing out of her side; it was worse than before and Draco was wondering for how long she could keep that up before falling unconscious. His answer came a few seconds later.

Eliza grunted and woke up in a room that was covered in Slytherin emblems and pride. She groaned and leaned on her elbows but someone pushed her right back.

"What the-"

Eliza was ready to curse whoever was forcing her to lie down but swallowed her words at the sight of Narcissa Malfoy.

"Rest. I will take care of my sister so no one will bother you tonight." The woman said softly, placing something next to Eliza's side.

Those green eyes widened, "My wand,"

Eliza reached out for it when Narcissa grabbed her hand tightly.

The woman leaned in with a frown on her face, "Don't let them know you have it. He wants to awaken something that you do not have within." She whispered, her eyes wide and scared.

"The darkness?" The young girl asked but it didn't seem like that was the case.

"Ophelia." She hissed before getting up and walking out of the room, leaving the door slightly cracked for Draco to enter.

Eliza leaned back, a look of confusion and complete surprise as she started to ponder on such possibility. What were Voldemort's intentions?

"I had to carry you here; again. You owe me, Black." Draco started, sitting on the bed, "Your condition is bad and the Dark Lord is angry."

Eliza scoffed and, through some torturous movements, succeeded in getting up enough to lean against the mattress and have a good view of the door.

"Your room is extremely green and silver."

That was random but she wanted to talk about things normal people would talk about.

Suspiciously, Draco actually understood why she suddenly started to talk about his room instead of the dreadful time she spent with Bellatrix- and it was a lot of time.

"I'm sure yours is extremely red and gold," He answered her with the same type of rubbish sentence, "Pictures with Potter everywhere, I bet,"

Eliza raised an eyebrow and stared at the blond bemusedly, "Not in the least. You genuinely think my relationship with Harry goes overboard."