AN: So this is my first story that I have enough courage to post! Please review, and please dont be to harsh. It will get very graphic in later chapters, I promise. :D
Disclaimer, I do not own anything in this story. All characters go to their respective authors and creators. :D
~Rye
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"Sister, I do not think this is the right place." The shorter, bushy dark blond said to the taller blond.
"Hush. The Malfoy's have been gracious enough to invite us to their home. Do you not remember Mother's dying words?" The taller blond, whose hair was flat and highlighted blond said. The shorter one looked up at her older sister, and pushed her glasses further onto her face.
"You told me to run, Sister. I do not remember much. Only the green jet of-" She began, and was cut off by the older ones hand over her mouth.
"Hush. We will not talk of such things out of protection. You know this, sister. Be warned, they are still hunting us." The older one said, and turned her attention to the graveyard they were standing in. She glared into the distance, and smiled when she saw the figure approaching her and her frightened sister.
"Alexandra. It is nice to see you and your sister alive." The man with blond hair so light, it looked white said, as more people stepped up, flanking him. All of them had on menacing black coats, and they all stared into the souls of these two young girls.
"Lucius, it is good to see a friend in these dark hours." Said the oldest girl, her Russian accent thick and now very noticeable. She stared at the others flanking her so called friend, and reached for her wand, her eyes cold and calculating.
"My dear, there is no need for the wand. We are all here to make sure you arrive safely at the Malfoy Manor." He said. His hand came out of his cloak as he extended it to her, revealing his expensive white collared shirt with the Malfoy crest on the left breast. She looked back at her sister.
"Marie, come. We must go with Lucius." She said softly. Her sister looked into Alexandra's brilliant green eyes, and sighed.
"I wish Momma was still alive. She would-" Marie began, but was cut off sharply by Alexandra.
"Mother is dead, Marie. Dead. Not alive. Never coming back. We must go with Lucius. He is our only hope." Alexandra said.
"But there is another! There is a safer-" Marie began, only to get cut off by Alexandra again.
"Marie, what you speak about is death. For you. For me. They would surely hand us over to Him." Came Alexandra's reply in Russian, a language that she knew the others around would not know. Alexandra's cold eyes bore into her sisters eyes.
"No. You know there is another way. He would never turn us in." Marie replied in Russian, but she was looking down at the dead ground surrounding her, and started flinching. "Da, sister. I understand."
"Come. Let's go." Alexandra said and took Lucius' hand, as her sister took hers. In a flash, all of the people in the graveyard were gone.