Love is a Dagger to Destroy: A Dramione Story

Chapter Thirteen

Beatrix's POV

Waiting for the Ministry to show up was torture. The others kept giving me suspicious looks, which did wonders to my self esteem. The red headed boy was the only one that would look me in the eye. I caught him staring at me multiple times with a smile on his face. 

I didn't know what was going to happen. I was the daughter of two of the worst criminals in our history. How is the Wizarding World going to respond to the news? Would anyone see me for who I really was? Or would I always be known as "the Dark Lord's daughter"? 

When the Ministry officials did arrive, none of them spared me a second glance. Some of them made straight for the muggle born girl. My insides twisted with guilt as I stared at her unconscious form. How could I have done something like that?

Draco and the Potter boy told some of the officials what happened. They did a double take when Draco reached the part about me running out of the manor. "I don't know why she came back," he said, his eyes on my face, "but I'm glad she did."

One of the officials turned to me. "Miss, I need you to come with me," she said in a kind voice. "I promise I won't harm you."

I don't know why I trusted her- she didn't deserve it- but I found myself following her outside.  We walked around the large fountain in front of the house. We followed the driveway past the gates and towards the road beyond.

"Where are we going?" I asked her halfway between the road and the manor. The woman smiled over her shoulder and continued walking.

"Don't worry, dear. Everything will be alright."

My mind went fuzzy with her words. My legs carried me after her without my consent. My thoughts slowed. The only thing I knew was that I had to keep following her. If I stopped, bad things would happen. 

We stopped at the edge of the driveway. The road stretched miles past me in either direction, but I hardly paid any attention to it. My eyes were glued to the woman. 

When she saw that I'd stopped, she came towards me and grabbed my hand. "It's alright, sweetie. Come here. I won't hurt you."

She gave a slight tug on my arm and I obediently followed after her. We walked the road for all of ten feet when she stopped.

"Thank you," she said to me. Then, she turned on the spot and disapparated, pulling me with her. 

Apparating felt horrible. My insides were pushed and pulled in the most uncomfortable way. I could barely breathe and my eyes felt as though they were being pushed back into their sockets. 

Thankfully, it only lasted a few seconds. My feet slammed into the ground and I could finally see. 

The woman and I had appeared out of thin air on an empty dirt track. Trees grew out of the ground of either side of it. The sky had lightened considerably.

"I'm really sorry," the woman said softly. I looked over at her. I could see the regret it her eyes. I could see her raise her wand. "Stupefy!" 

The spell hit me in the chest. I flew backward, hit my head, and fell unconscious.

Malfoy's POV

I woke up with a start with only one thing on my mind: Beatrix. I hadn't seen much after I started my story and I hadn't seen her at all after. What had happened to her? Did the Ministry take her away? If so, where was she?

The sun was high in the sky by the time I dragged myself out of bed. The dorm felt oddly empty with Hermione gone. 

I headed down to the Great Hall. I wasn't really hungry, but I met up with Potter and Weasley in the Entrance Hall. Both looked tired but happy.