Thick Smoke

Prisoners

Voldemort came back earlier than they expected and Bellatrix found it fundamental to interfere and speak about Eliza.

"My Lord, it seems that your precious relative is feeling unwell." She started, her eyes faking worry.

"Is it so? Is Eliza not treated well?" He breathed out, his eyes trailing over every Death Eater in the room before falling on Lucius.

The blond man was startled how the blame dropped on him, "My-My Lord I can assure you that Eliza has been treated with utmost care." He stuttered nervously under the heavy gaze of the Dark Lord.

"Then where is she?!" The pale snake screamed.

"In her room, my Lord," Lucius responded, glancing at his wife from the corner of his eye.

Draco has been spending an awfully lot time with her lately and both of them were scared that he might have gotten involved into some kind of ploy.

Voldemort spun around and went straight into the corridor leading to Eliza's room.

From her spot around the door to the kitchen, Mildred saw and heard everything. She ran quickly to announce the youngsters, finding the two making some kind of map on the wall.

"The Dark Lord is coming." She whispered.

Eliza grabbed Draco's wand and hid everything they wrote and drawn on the wall.

Mildred had something else she wanted to say but she decided to keep that for later.

The sight Voldemort met when he barged in was ordinary. Eliza and Draco were standing on the bed while the room seemed empty. He opened the door wider, poor Mildred getting squished in that hidden corner. Furvus was under the bed, backing up until his back hit the wall.

"What exactly are you doing here?" Bellatrix asked, her smug smirk cracking around the corners.

Eliza raised an eyebrow and moved closer to Draco, knowing that Voldemort would catch that movement quickly. Her hand was very close to Draco's and she was doing everything so she could give the impression that they have been caught. Draco was shuddering next to her, scared of how the Dark Lord would react.

Voldemort's eyes moved from Eliza to the blond and stared at him with those icy eyes before a smirk spread on his lips, terrifying the boy.

"I see now," He slurred, "Lucius, I believe your son has been spending quite some time with Eliza. We both know what that can lead to, oh the youth..." He chuckled, his eyes glinting with bemusement as the rest of the Death Eaters followed their master's actions.

Eliza glanced at Draco and nodded before turning her attention on the rest. Bellatrix looked very disappointed.

"I see now what you mean, Bella," Voldemort continued, "What better candidate for my lovely Eliza if not Draco." He was suspiciously content with Draco and it startled the blond and his parents.

"Then you should leave us to get better acquainted." Eliza responded in that witty manner of hers.

As soon as they left, Eliza sighed in relief and rubbed her neck. Draco leaned back, his heart still beating very fast and his body shuddering slightly at the memory of that terrible man.

"I thought he was going to kill me." He mumbled, his energy drained from his body.

"He won't kill anyone that's precious to me. He won't make the same mistake twice."

"M-Miss, there is something else," Mildred whispered, afraid that someone might be outside the door, eavesdropping, "Mildred has been instructed to leave food in front of the basement door. Mildred thinks someone has been brought and is kept inside." She added, fidgeting nervously.