The Other Malfoy [ON HOLD]

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"Wait," Voldemort commanded, and Peter lowered his wand. Davina opened her eyes and let out a sigh of relief. "She's Lucius's daughter," he informed his servant, who was now grinning at Davina as if they were old friends. She looked away, glancing back to Harry.

"Though, she may try to rebel. She's young and foolish, yet," Voldemort continued, his voice feeble. With this, Peter raised his wand as Davina and Harry started floating into the air. Davina's hand seized and her wand fell to the ground. They got pinned against the statue above the tombstone Harry had read beforehand.

Davina watched Peter drop Voldemort's shriveled up body into a cauldron.

"Bone of the father, unwillingly given.." Davina watched the bone get brought into the air and dropped into the cauldron by Peter's wand. "Flesh of the servant, willingly sacrificed." Peter continued on, raising a knife into the air that had a large blade attached. Davina flinched as he cut his hand completely off and it fell into the cauldron.

Harry shut his eyes, whimpering still from the pain in his scar but Davina had seen death before she was even 12, so she just glanced over at Cedric's dead body and let the guilt course through her veins.

Smoke started to rise from the cauldron and Davina glanced back over as Peter turned and looked at Harry, "And blood of the enemy," He walked over and used the same blade, tearing Harry's sleeve and gashing into his skin. Davina found herself speechless as she looked over at him, his yells piercing her ears, "Forcibly taken," Peter drew the blade back that was now covered in bright red blood.

Davina was so focused on Harry that she hardly noticed how the concrete staff pinning her to the statue was choking her, she pulled at it some to lift herself, trying to take the pressure off of her throat.

"The Dark Lord shall rise again," Peter spoke slowly as he flicked Harry's blood into the cauldron. Harry yelled the loudest he has yet, and Davina looked over at him.

"Harry, Harry, I'm here. Okay? I'm right here," She attempted at comforting him although she didn't really know how. His hand inched towards her and he shakily raised his fingers to be placed overtop of hers. Fire erupted from the cauldron and Davina snapped her head back in that direction as the fire faded. She watched through the fog as the deformed body from before grew.

Harry's cries grew louder and Davina couldn't begin to imagine the pain he was going through, she glanced over at him and when she looked back, she was left stunned. Through the mist in front of her, she saw, with an icy surge of terror, the dark outline of a tall and skeletally thin man. As the misty fog cleared out slightly, Davina saw him in detail. His dark black robes, his slimy looking features. The Dark Lord.

Davina watched as he approached Peter, who he called Wormtail. He pressed the tip of his wand against Wormtail's left forearm and Davina knew exactly what he was doing. Seeing as both her father and mother were Death Eaters.

And, beckoning to his call, black swirls landed all around him, Death Eaters landed all around him.

"Welcome, my friends. Thirteen years it's been, and yet, here you stand before me as though it were only yesterday. I confess myself disappointed. Not one of you tried to find me," Davina watched him grab their mask, calling off their names as they fell to their knees. Crabbe, Macnair, Goyle, up until the last one was standing. Her father.

"Not even you, Lucius." He said as he pulled off the mask and Davina watched as her father dropped to his knees.

"My Lord, had I detected any sign, a whisper of your whereabouts—" Her father started but Voldemort cut him off.