There was a black-grey marble table with a handful of death eaters sat there in their robes. At the head of the table sat a majestic chair with a high back that was obviously for Voldemort but luckily it was vacant, thank God! But suddenly we were spinning 'round; apparating to an unknown destination, I clutched Chelli tighter to me.
When we landed we fell over but I managed to land in a press-up to avoid landing on Chelli, she climbed out from under me and I push myself up; to see… nothing? It's too dark to see anything… how fucking helpful NOT!
"Hello? Is anybody there? If you are there now would be a great time to show up… No... Okay." I turned to where I thought Chelli would be "come on babe, lets go," but there was no 6 year old grabbing me "Chelli?"
"No but she is here… If you want her…" I recognised that voice, Voldemort
"What can I do for you?" I put my sickly sweet voice on
"You're not afraid?" he asked curiously
"Not of you,"
"Why?"
"Because you're not scary…"
"How am I not scary? A man that's killed thousands,"
"I'll tell you one day however now I just want my sister back and you'll give her to me, pronto." I demanded
"You know I could kill both of you right now and no one would know…" he threatened I felt him move around a bit
"But you won't," I knew
"Why?"
"Because…" I trailed of
"Are you going to say anything?" he was getting annoyed
"Yes…" then I ordered "give me back my sister,"
"You want me to let her go?" he asked
"Don't twist what I say; I want you to give her to me."
"Fine, you can have her…" he said