She heard a soft knock at her door, so she groaned and sat up. Draco entered; his blonde hair looked untidy and he seemed tired.
"Elise?" Draco whispered, "Everyone is out." He entered the room and walked over to sit on the wooden chair beside her bed.
"Thanks for bringing the food yesterday," she murmured.
"No problem. He's coming again later. Why did you have to be so rude to him?" Draco sighed, sitting on the bed.
"Draco, he can't get away with this," she complained, "Someone should stand up to him, and the Ministry isn't doing that. They're locking up people who have done nothing wrong."
"But he won't listen to anything you say, you might as well just go along with it," he explained, resting his head in his hands.
She glared at him. "I could never agree with what he is doing, Draco. Staying silent is accepting that he has won."
"It's not just him that would win. It's all of us. It's for the greater good," he spoke, looking at her.
She looked at him, disgusted. "You think muggles dying is good?" she asked. "Could you bring yourself to kill someone?" she spat.
"I don't know. But I'll have to," he murmured, standing up and beginning to pace.
She watched him, frightened. "Why?"
"I have no choice!" he yelled, turning and facing her.
"You always have a choice!" she said, loudly.
"But there are always negative repercussions to the wrong choice…" he retaliated.
"And you think the wrong choice is saving lives?" she spat, horrified by what he was saying. He opened his mouth but she stopped him, "I am not agreeing to disagree with you. I just hope you come to the decision yourself."
Draco looked a little hurt. "I can gain his respect back for my family if I do this," he murmured.
She sighed, "Why do you want his approval?"
He stopped pacing again and smirked. "You don't get it. I can't just leave. I'm in this for life now. He hates our guts at the moment. He wants to punish me and my Mother because Dad messed up. You don't understand how hard it is."
She didn't know what to say. "What has he asked you to do?" she asked.
He ignored the question. "All I wanted to say to you was, if you pretend to go along with our schemes and plans, and seem to support us, Aunt Bellatrix may let you out," he suggested.
"You're not listening! I can't stand by and let it happen!" she shrieked.
"I just don't want to see you dead," he whispered.
They both remained silent for a while.
"I am sorry about Uncle Lucius. However, I can't say I miss him, I hadn't seen him in weeks." They were both quiet for a minute, Draco sat down again and watched her. She suddenly groaned.
"Draco, I need to get out of here!"
"I've given you my idea, just..."
"I don't mean to get out of this cellar. I mean, I need to get out of this house," she explained, actually standing up.
Draco stopped. "You mean, run away?"
"Yes. Do you know where my wand is?" she asked, standing up. At the age of 5 she had been taken by her Aunt Narcissa to visit Bellatrix in Azkaban. Bellatrix had order Narcissa to buy her a wand and teach her any dark magic she knew; she wanted a child capable of committing murderous crime. Narcissa had bought the wand, but did not teach her anything Draco didn't know; she could not bring herself pollute Draco's mind with dark themes at such a young age. He still had innocence.
"No, sit down. You can't leave!" Draco yelped, standing up and grabbing her wrist.
"Please Draco," she pleaded.
"Where are you planning on going?" he asked quietly.
She paused. "I don't know."
Draco pressed his lips together.
"Please Draco, I need to leave. Where is my wand?" she whispered, pulling out of his grip. She grabbed her back pack from under her bed. He hadn't answered, so she ran passed him, wrenched open her door, and ran up the stairs.
"Elise, be careful! She could have set traps," he warned, sprinting after her. He followed her up the stairs to the top floor of Malfoy Manor. She ran over to the door which she knew Ballatrix had been staying in. Opening the door, slowly, she slipped inside.
She hadn't been in this room for at least one year; it had been her own bedroom, but it no longer resembled a young girl's room. She looked around. The four poster bed was in the middle of the back wall below a large window, framed by black curtains. There were cloaks thrown over the grand, wooden chest in the corner; this was where she first looked.
"What are you doing?" Draco hissed, "I'm not even allowed in here!" His head was poking round the door.
"My wand must be in here somewhere," she murmured, walking over to the chest. She pulled it open, with difficulty, causing all of the cloaks to fall to the floor, leaning the lid against the marked wall. She rummaged through the chest. It was fairly empty, but after sweeping some debris out of the way, she found a photo which she had never seen before. A toddler was sat under a table, whose dark brown hair was tied into two bunches. She was waving her tiny fists. The picture was torn in half. She looked inside the chest for another torn photo. Luck was on her side; it was there, and fitted beside the first photo perfectly. A boy who looked at least 7 years old was sat beside her with blonde hair and a smile Elise knew so well. She smiled slightly at the photo of herself and Draco. She turned the two halves over and saw a scribbled note on the back of the half with her on. It read:
"My sacrifice to The Dark Lord."
Her heart sank. This confirmed her reasons for leaving. She knew Bellatrix disliked her, but she didn't think she wanted her dead. However, she had another thought. A sickening thought. Maybe Bellatrix meant that she intended Elise to be in the service of Voldemort forever.
"Elise?" Draco hissed, peeking round the door again, braking her train of thought.
She looked around. She hid the writing on the back of the photo but held the two pieces together so he could see the image. He laughed. "Do you see the cut on my hand?" he asked, pointing. She looked at it more closely. "You got hold of my Mum's wand and gave it a shake."
"I cut you?" she asked, eyes wide.
He nodded, grinning, before looking around the room. "I thought you were looking for your wand?" he asked. She looked shocked, and pocketed the photos, before looking wildly around. She rushed to the dresser and opened the first draw. It was full of newspaper clippings. The first was of the day the death eaters broke out last year, including Bellatrix. Elise slammed the draw closed; she had been excited that day, she had been looking forward to see her mother as a free woman. However, Bellatrix had not lived up to Elise's dreams. As soon as Bellatrix realised that Elise was not a blood thirsty person and that she even had blood-traitor characteristics, she had locked her in the cellar. Narcissa protested, but her sister was stronger.
Opening the second and saw an assortment of wands. She stared at them for a moment before picking up two similar looking wands. She put one back before picking up a third wand. Weighing the two wands in her hands, she glanced at Draco. "Which is yours?" he asked.
"They both feel like mine. I think they are both mine," she murmured, more to herself.
"What?" he asked, picking up another wand.
"They are both my wand," she repeated, louder.
He looked at them, frowning.
"What do you mean? She replicated it?" he asked.
"I dunno," she murmured, staring at the wands in her hand.
"Whose are these?" he asked, placing the wand back in the draw. She just shrugged.
"Try one," he suggested, tapping the wands in her hands
"No, it feels wrong," she whispered, shaking slightly.
"Which does?" he asked, shutting the draw of wands.
"It's one wand, Draco, but I don't know which is my real one," she explained.
"You need to do something, they could be back any minute, and I need to get out of here," he said urgently. She jumped, nearly dropping the wands.
"Right...um..." She shook one at the window, and red flames burst from the end. She nearly dropped it, but at that moment she heard a screech from downstairs.
"She has the wand, she found the duplicated wand!" she cackled. The curtains were ablaze. Shaking, Elise dropped the wand which had obviously summoned Bellatrix, and swung her bag over her back. She also heard a soft whoosh from outside.
"Go! Go!" Draco whispered, snatching his wand out of his pocket.
She looked around the room, desperately, but just as the door opened, Draco seized her arm and spun on the spot, pulling her through space, through a tight tube, before her feet slammed on solid ground and she collapsed onto stone.
Breathing heavily, she staggered to her feet, shaking from head to toe.
"What just happened?" she gasped.
Draco was standing next to her. "We apparated," he whispered.
"Since when can you…?" she started, but he shushed her.
"I panicked. I haven't passed yet," he whispered, pulling her into an alley way, "She sounded ready to kill you, I had to get you out."
"Where are we?" she asked, shaking.
"Knockturn Alley."
There is Chapter 3! Let me know what you thought of it. I'd also like to thank you LunaNotLoony for my first reviews!