𝑩𝒍𝒂𝒄𝒌 || h.potter

fifty-eight || year 7 ✔️

⚠️ MENTION OF TORTURE ⚠️

A snatcher reaches out his dirty fingers and pushes Harry's hair roughly off his forehead. Despite the swelling, one intriguing feature can be seen: a scar, in the shape of a lighting bolt?  

Bellatrix studies it long and hard... then smiles. "Get Draco."

•••

Bellatrix turns, eyeing Harry, Ron, Amelia and Hermione.

"Ah, Draco. Come here, darling." giggled Bellatrix.

From the shadows at the far end of the room Draco separates from Narcissa, steps cautiously forward.

"My friends here say they've got Harry Potter." Bellatrix grins. "Seeing as he's an old school chum of yours, I thought you could confirm the fact for us."

Draco stares at Harry. Scabior grips Amelia's hand tighter, making her wince.

"Well...?" Bellatrix raises a brow at Draco.

"I can't... I can't be sure." stated the boy.

Lucius steps forward.  "Look close, Draco. If we're the ones who hand Potter over to the Dark Lord, everything will be forgiven. Do you understand --"

Scabior hands Amelia to another snatcher, as if she is a doll.

"Now, we won't be forgetting who actually caught him, I hope, Mr. Malfoy?" questioned Scabior.

"How dare you speak to me like I'm in my own house—!" Lucius was cut of by Narcissa's low voice.

"Lucius!" Lucius staggers back nervously next to his wife.

Bellatrix turns to Draco. "Don't be shy, sweetheart. Get up nice and close."

Bellatrix nudges Draco forward until he's only inches from Harry.

"What's wrong with his face?" He asks.

"Mmm, Yes. What is wrong with his face?" Bellatrix turns to Scabior.

"He came to us that way." The snatcher replies. "I reckon he picked it up in the forest."

"Or ran into a Stinging Jinx." growled Bellatrix, Amelia saw Hermione stiffen a-bit.

Bellatrix, eyes flashing, steps up close to Hermione. "Was it you, dearie? Give me her
wand. We'll see what the last spell was." She turns to Amelia, as a Snatcher steps forward.

"What is that?" Bellatrix's tone is quietly murderous. She pushes past Scabior and Greyback, steps before another Snatcher. Hermione and Amelia's purse dangles from one hand. In the other, he holds... the Sword of Gryffindor. "Where did you get that?!"

"It was one of the girls' bag when we searched
them. Reckon it's mine now." He grins.

Quick as lightning, Bellatrix stuns the Snatcher and catches the sword as he drops. Scabior wheels.

"Are you mad?!" Scabior shouts, scowling.

Bellatrix drops him to his knees before his wand escapes his cloak. He bellows in fury.

Bellatrix stares at him, eyes full of fire, then flicks her wand and he slumps forward, wincing. "Go. GO!"

Scabior eyes her resentfully, then exits with Greyback and the others.

Bellatrix turns."Wormtail. Put these the boys in the cellar. I want to have a little conversation with these ones. Girl to girls."

Amelia's swallows a lump on her throat, and then she heard footsteps approaching them.