'Ello. Sorry for the confusion on last chapter; this chapter will be more presentable. And no, Harry did not turn into Voldemort, lol. Thanks to everyone who added my stories to your favorites; it's highly appreciated. Now, without further ado, here's chapter 3!
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"Wormtail, bring the prisoners up. Nagini's hungry." she hissed at the trembling, pathetic excuse for a wizard; he nodded slightly and scurried off toward the basement. "Now. Lucious. C'mere." he gulped loudly and walked slowly to me. "Y—yes, my lord?" he whispered, his voice ragged. "Where's Draco?" I inquired, relishing in Malfoy's fear. His brow raised. "Draco?" he repeated. "Yes. Your son, or do you not consider that piece of filth your kin no longer?" I hissed. I saw a flicker of light spark in his empty eyes and he suddenly looked away, confirming my question. "So, you have no idea where he is at?" Lucious shook his head. "No, my lord. I do not."
The sound of whimpering annouced that the prisoners were now in the room. Lucious went back to his seat, in a rather bad mood; he knocked his wife's hand away when she tried to comfort him. I looked torward Wormtail—he was bundled over and howling in pain; evidently one the little maggots kicked him in the knee—the girl with a defiant smile on her face told me that it was her. She had her arms crossed in a smug way. "Lily Potter…" I pondered. "Don't you speak to her!" Ginny hissed angrily; stepping protectively in front of her daughter. I tilted my head in consideration—a thought came to me. "Bellatrix." The woman with the frantic hair and heavy gaze was instantly beside me with a malicious grin. "Yes, my lord?" she responded happily. "Take the mother in the other room, while I question the child—maggots," a rotten taste filled my mouth from the word 'children' "now." Bellatrix cackled and cast the Crucio curse on Ginny—she fell to the floor, but she did not shriek or make any noise, biting her lip to the extreme so she would not cry out in pain. Then, she was dragged into the next room all the while the children yelling and crying.
The doors closed, blocking their mother from their view and they started at me. "You no-nose, bald freak! Give us our mom back!" the oldest boy screamed in anger. I merely laughed. "Tell me where Harry is." I ordered. "I wouldn't tell you even if you were the last piece of scum on the earth!" he retorted. "You will tell me. Or I will kill you."