Chapter 11- Here We Go Again.
“Come on Violet. Stop dragging your feet and get a move on... We have to warn the others”
Violet didn’t listen to Hermione’s moans. She felt dead inside. Like her heart had shattered into millions of pieces and Barty had swept the fragments up and snatched them away from her. She was empty. She was cold. She was nothing without Barty.
How can a man I hardly knew at the time change my life so dramatically. He’s become my everything... Well he was my everything.
“Now I bet Barty will find out about the deatheaters’ return fairly soon. That means we don’t have much time to get to a hiding place.”
“Hiding place... Why do we need to go there?” Ron muttered while jogging to keep up with Hermione’s pace; clearly trying to avoid being next to Violet. The only times Violet would look up was when Ron was venturing to close to her. She wanted him far away from her. Her dark side even wanted to never see him again. But she had too, defiantly with this new problem occurring.
“As you said repeatedly to Violet back in Crouch manner, Barty isn’t to be trusted. The way he reacted, I wouldn’t be surprised if he immediately told them our locations. We can’t afford to put our friends and family at anymore risk. They’re just got over the Great War, they don’t need any more heart ache.” Hermione slowed down when she glanced over to see Violet nearly bursting into tears. “ I know you don’t want to hear this but you have to let him go... The way he turned terrified me. If it was true about before then he really has gone bonkers...You said to trust him, but just because he got a little jealous he completely turned against you... Maybe...Maybe Ron was right...Maybe he can’t care because he has too much of a dark soul.”
“Stop it”
“But it’s true Violet... Listen to Hermione... He may have been fine with you but with that short temper and his past record I would stay well away from him. Violet he’s dangerous can’t you see that?” Ron frowned at how Violet still disagreed with what he said.
“I...I just want to go home” Violet hiccupped. Occasionally wiping her tears away with her pyjama t-shirt. She didn’t care if she looked ridiculous, she just wanted to run away and be alone.
“I know...But we can’t go home. Barty knows where you live and I’m guaranteed he will send Deatheaters. It’s the same for our homes too. “
“So we’re on the run again” Ron slightly laughed to lighten the mood.
“I suppose we are... Coming?”
What am I doing here? I should be at home, having dinner with Violet. Oh Violet what have I done to us? No! What has she done to us? How could I believe that a golden girl could fall in love with me? I’m a deatheater for Merlin’s sake! We can’t love, meaning I can’t be loved in return.
Barty was now standing outside Malfoy Mansion. Although no longer owned by the Malfoys, it’s residents were still dark witches and wizards. It remained to be the headquarters of Voldermort’s followers. It amused Barty how this place was still safe from the Ministry. It was true that every Ministry worker (including the Auror’s) were too scared to enter this mighty place.
As its new residents come and go the bushes and plants, once ripe and pleasant now withered and over growing, dark to match the exterior and interior of the mansion. As said it was just as dull and miserable inside. The decor painted brown or black. Creepy statues guarded most corners in the building, one in at least every room. Portraits of the Malfoy and Black family hang loosely on rusted nails, creaking, preparing to give up at any moment.
