The manor was ice cold, colder than Draco remembered. He shivered and instantly recovered himself. The echo of his harsh breathing was spreading and he felt abandoned, the hand around his neck almost felt invisible. He blinked to adjust his sight as he listened.
"Dearest nephew, I'll make sure Lord Voldemort is proud to keep you alive, all I ask is one itsy bitsy little favor…"
Draco coughed. "What the bloody hell do you want Bellatrix?" Draco spat.
"You shall say my name with more sweetness!, a very unpleasing task but it must be done, for the Dark Lord and for me"
Draco stood silent, waiting.
"Make the mudblood fall for you, Draco" said Bellatrix with distaste.