As soon as we entered the room, Bellatrix grabbed Griphook and ushered him over to the sword, demanding to know whether or not it was the real one. A loud noise was heard that sounded as if it had come from below.
"What was that?" Lucius yelled, getting the room to go silent. "Did you hear that? What was that noise in the cellar?"
"Draco-no, call Wormtail! Make him go and check!" Narcissa ordered.
The room remained silent as they all tried to listen for more sounds coming from below. Pettigrew made his way down the stairs.
After a moment, Lucius called down, "What is it, Wormtail?"
"Nothing!" a voice yelled back up. It sounded like Pettigrew, but was slightly off. I glanced around to see everyone's reactions, but no one seemed to suspect anything.
All attention was placed back on Griphook, who was fingering the sword in his hands. They gave him a few minutes more to examine the object before Bellatrix spoke up.
"Well? Is it the true sword?"
I waited for his response, praying he would cover for them.
"No," said Griphook. "It is a fake."
"Are you sure?" Bellatrix questioned. "Quite sure?"
"Yes," said the goblin.
She breathed a sigh of relief. "Good." With a casual flick of her wand, a deep cut slashed across Griphook's face. With a loud cry, he fell to her feet. "I suppose we don't need the mudblood anymore, do we? Greyback, take her if you want."
"NOOOOOOO!"
Ron ran into the drawing room, surprising everyone. Bellatrix turned her wand to face him.
"Expelliarmus!" he roared, pointing Wormtail's wand at Bellatrix, causing hers to fly into the air and into the hands of Harry, who had sprinted after Ron.
Jets of light flew from Lucius, Narcissa, Draco, Greyback, and I's wands. I aimed high, trying to avoid actually hitting either of them.
"Stupefy!" Harry yelled.
"STOP OR SHE DIES!"
Everyone ceased fire and wheeled around to look at Bellatrix. She was holding up Hermione, putting a short silver knife to her throat.
"Drop your wands," she whispered. "Drop them, or we'll see exactly how filthy her blood is!"
Ron stood rigid, clutching Wormtail's wand. Harry straightened up, still holding Bellatrix's.
"I said, drop them!" she screeched, pressing the blade into Hermione's throat. Beads of blood began to appear.
Harry and Ron obliged.
"Pick 'em up, Draco, now!"
Draco scrambled forward to grab the wands from the floor before moving back over towards me. Harry's face changed, moving to become normal once more as the hex wore off.
"Well well well, look who we have here," Bellatrix drawled. "It's Harry Potter," she whispered, looking at Hermione in her arms. "He's all bright, shiny, and new. Just in time for the Dark Lord. Call him," She ordered.
Lucius stared at Draco. Draco looked shocked and unsure what to do.
"Wait-" I spoke.
"No, enough waiting! Call him now!"
Stepping forward, Lucius pulled his left sleeve up and held his right hand over the dark mark, a smug look on his face.
A squeaking noise from above stopped him. We all looked up to see a house elf sitting on top of the chandelier above Bellatrix and Hermione. A loud groan sounded as the chandelier fell down towards the pair. Bellatrix screamed and moved to avoid being crushed, letting go of Hermione, who managed to run forward towards Ron.
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Where Your Loyalties Lie
फैनफिक्शनLife is full of good, but it's also full of bad. Everybody has a bit of good and a bit of bad in them, but in a case like this, you can't be in the middle. You have to pick a side to fight for, where your loyalties truly lie. In the end, I just hope...
