Isabella Lestrange

Unforgivable

"Have I ever told you how much I love you? You're like the only thing in my life I can trust, and I will forever treasure that. I have no idea what I would do without you. Don't ever leave my side." Sighed looking into his soft green eyes. We laid on my bed as I talked, I felt bad. All we were talking about was me. But it was fine by him, all he ever did was listen to me. That's another reason why I loved him so much.

"So what should I do?" I asked rolling over on my back. The answer I received was a soft purr as he began to mess with me hair.

"Phantom, stop before you rip my hair out." I sighed gently pushing the cat away from me as I rolled over. Summer consisted of me hiding out in my room while Death Eaters took over my house. They had managed to free Lucius from Azkaban. He looked more sickly and evil then before. He was pale and hadn't shaved in months. He seemed to have lost his confidence, which was a big portion of his character.

I stood up, realizing what time it was. I made my way to my closet and changed into a long sleeve black dress with sleeves that slightly puffed out. I wore a pair of black heels and made sure my hair wasn't too messy and my makeup was dark enough. I slowly made my way to Draco's room and knocked on the door. He opened it slowly, wearing his classic all black suit. He frowned down at me, then walked out. He grabbed my hand as the two of us walked down the stairs. We made our way into the dinning room of the mansion. Where, almost all of the seats were occupied by a Death Eater along with a few politicians. Lord Voldemort sat at the head. I sat in between Draco and my mother. Narcissa and Lucius sat on the other side of him. People whispered to themselves. I looked above me and slightly gasped as a dirty woman floated above us. I couldn't tell who it was. Draco looked up as well, without a second thought he grabbed my hand and held it tightly under the table. All eyes turned to the door as Snape made his way in.

"Severus, I was beginning to worry you had lost your way. Come, we've saved you a seat." Voldemort ushered pointing to the last empty seat at the table. He slowly made his way to his chair as the room remained silent.

"You bring news, I trust?" Voldemort asked calmly.

"It will happen Saturday next, at night fall." Snape stated. I had no idea what they were talking about.

"I have heard differently, my lord.
Dawlish, the Auror, let slip that the Potter boy will not be moved until the thirtieth of this month, the night before he turns seventeen." A Death Eater by the name of Yaxley corrected.

"This is a false trail. The Auror Office no longer plays any part in the protection of Harry Potter. Those closest to him believe we have infiltrated the Ministry." Snape corrected harshly.

"Well, they've got that right, then, 'aven't they?" A man who I had no idea who  he was laughed along with others on the far end of the table.

"Pius, what say you?" Voldemort asked with concern. I looked down to the end of the table to see a long dark haired man looking around with slight fear. He hastily looked to the ground besides him before looking back up.

"One hears many things, my lord.
Whether the truth is among them is not clear." Pius spoke cautiously.

"Spoken like a true politician.
You will, I think, prove most useful, Pius. Where will he be taken? The boy?" The Dark Lord laughed.

"To a safehouse. Likely the home
of someone in the Order. I'm told it has been given every manner of protection possible. Once there, it will be impractical to attack him. We may have compromised the Ministry, but there are those who remain loyal to him. As long as the Ministry stands, his allies within will have the means at their disposal to insure his safety." Snape answered in his slow monotone voice.