"IVY!" Bellatrix bellowed. Her voice echoed through the many twisting corridors of Malfoy Mansion. Ivy spun her head around in the direction the voice was coming from; her long black hair swishing over her face. Removing the hair strands from her face with her slender fingers, she stood up from packing her trunk and exited her room, leaving the double oak doors open a bit. Hurrying down the corridor, her dark purple robes swaying behind her, Ivy pushed aside another set of double doors and entered a sitting room decorated in dark green and silver. Obviously the Malfoy's way of showing their pride for their house.
"Yes?" Ivy said standing in front of Bellatrix. Examining the people around her, she noticed Narcissa and Lucius standing off to the side with a tall boy. He had platinum blonde hair and inky eyes that bore into her, almost seeing straight through her. He had a nasty scowl on his face that twitched whenever he glanced over to the arm chair in the corner. Turning to see what caused such dislike, she noticed a pale man with deep red eyes and a mouthless, eyeless face. He was dressed in midnight black robes that twirled in the breeze when he stood and almost glided over to Ivy.
Holding her breath, she turned to face Bellatrix but closed her eyes. He could feel the tip of Voldemort's wand pressed against her collar bone, his breath running down her neck, forcing the small hairs there to stand stick straight. "You will enter their hearts and minds…learn their souls…kill them," the latter was whispered in a snake-like tone that made Ivy's skin crawl. She caught her breath and nodded. When the tip of the wand was removed from contact with her skin, she looked towards Bellatrix who gave a nod in the direction of the double doors Ivy had previously entered through. Ivy began a slow walk towards the doors when a hand grabbed her wrist forcefully, pulling her out of the room and into the corridor. The double doors slamming shut.
"Good luck," a smooth but icy voice said in her ear, chilling her whole body. When Icy turned, she saw Draco standing with his usual scowl. After moments of eye contact, Draco walked briskly from her, disappearing behind a corner and then a loud slam signaled Draco had entered his room.
Ivy stood, trying to make sense of everything that had just happened in the past few minutes. Her new task, everything that was about to make sense of what had happened. Why the Dark Lord chose her, she didn't know but there had to be a reason. Ivy looked down at her arm; she feared soon a skull would be where her vein was currently visible.
Ivy shut and locked her trunk and turned to see her desk. All her books were packed, her parchment and quill sets, and all of her materials. She felt inside her boot to ensure her wand was slid inside. Patting her trunk she stood up and began rolling it out of her room. She was about to reach the stairs when something caught on her trunk.
Tripping, she fell onto her back. Eyes clenched in pain, she felt her side, a bruise would definitely form by tomorrow. "What's wrong with you?" that same icy voice said. Opening her eyes, Ivy saw Draco dressed in black robes, the usual scowl on his face. Standing up she turned to respond to Draco but he was already lifting his trunk over her head and heading down the stairs. He pushed his way past Lucius and headed into another room. Deeply inhaling and exhaling, Ivy pushed her hair behind her ear and headed down the stairs. She turned into the same room that Draco had gone into. He was slouched in a chair, his hand on his forehead, clearly upset.
"What's got your wand in a knot?" Ivy said with a smirk. Draco glared at her with a small growl. "Fine, fine," she said holding her hands up in defeat. Ivy looked down at her hands which were twiddling with a piece of the carpet.
Draco put his hand down and looked down. Looking back up, he straightened up. "Do you really think you will succeed?" he snarled. Ivy looked up in surprise. Not trying to hide the hurt in her eyes. "Do you really think you can do what he asks and actually do it right? You don't deserve this opportunity. You aren't even one of them!" Draco shoved his sleeve up revealing the Dark Mark. Ivy tried not to look at the tattoo but couldn't help herself. Hearing footsteps approaching, Draco covered up his arm again and walked back towards his trunk. Ivy, still in awe, remained sitting and playing with the carpet. Lucius, Bellatrix, and Narcissa entered the room.
With authority, Narcissa spoke, "It's time."
Draco and Ivy nodded and lined up for all of them (excluding Bellatrix) to enter the fireplace.