A/N: Technology these days, My comp mouse broke and I had to use the Archos. Seriously the Internet is crap on that. Anyway on with the story.
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Unbelievable
(A few weeks later)
Draco stood in front of me, his grey eyes looking tearful. His face was a greyish tinge. His white shirt tinted with dirt. His sleek blond hair, greasy and longer then the last time I saw him. His full of terror, speaking about his time at school, his voice is hoarse and full of the emotion fear. My darling, beautiful nephew being ripped apart by the Dark Lord, any normal wizard would be at school now, sneaking out to roam around the school. Talking and playing chess in the Common Room, Or even talking about the Dark Lord's cause. His left arm was once free of pain, pure and clear; yet it is now, covered with the Dark mark. I am proud of him do not think I am not. But now I am starting to wonder whether Narcissa was right in saying Draco was too young to fulfil the Dark Lord's wishes.
"Aunt Bella?" His voice calls. This brings me out of my thoughts.
"What sorry?" I mumble.
"I was asking you, what you think I should try next." Draco asks, his voice was slightly desperate.
"Draco-" I begin
The door is flung open. There he stands. The one person I still dread too see now.
"Draco!" Demanding and business- like as ever. "Bellatrix!" I flinch as he says my name.
Immediately I go to my knees in front of him, kissing the hem of his robes, like I should.
I rise to my feet, casting my eyes over to Draco. He looks like he is rising from a low bow.
"Draco! When will the deed be done?" His voice is harsh, and ready to attack.
"M-m-my L-l-lord I need more time, p-please." Draco replies, fear seems to be pouring out of his mouth.
Draco sent a look in my direction, as if asking me what I should do.
"Time?" Draco winced, as the Dark Lord's voice grew louder through anger. "You assured me that it would be done as soon as you got back to school! I want it done Draco. Immediately!"
Heart is pounding, and fear is rising in my throat. Oh Merlin please don't punish him. I plead desperately in my mind.
"Get back to school, with Snape now! Remember what I said." He hisses, rage building inside him.
I wanted to hug my nephew; I knew what it felt like to be in his position, with the Dark Lord's anger being thrown directly at you like a knife piercing your skin.
I saw Draco get his designer bag from the back of the chair, taking his time, as he did so.
The Dark Lord was beginning to grow impatient. His feet silently tapping the ground.
"Goodbye My Lord." Says Draco fearfully, bowing slightly.
He went through the door, and I sure before I heard it slam, there was a small sob.
The Dark Lord walks towards me, I bow my head out of respect.
"Dear Bellatrix…" He begins, his voice in a whisper.
I wait for him to say some more, but he simply, takes a loose strand of hair and pushes it behind my ears.
I hear him walking away, so I lift my head up.
"Bellatrix, I was going to say something to you, but I do not wish you to get too upset. Goodbye." He says.
Then he disapparates from the room.
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" Bellatrix, I need to ask you something." A timid voice says.
"One minute." I mumble, taking a sip of coffee.
It is the next morning, and I am just sat in the library, reading Pureblood Weekly. I cast my eyes down the 'Dear Arianne" problem page.
"No, not one minute, I need to talk to you." the same voice whispers.
I raise my eyes. Narcissa is standing there, her eyes red and puffy, Tears were glistening on her pale face.
"Narcissa." I cry, throwing my magazine down.
I hug her; she lets out a sob onto my shoulder.
"Why didn't you tell me?" She whispers.
"What?" I ask confused.
"THE DARK LORD, IS GOING TO KILL DRACO!" She shrieks, tears falling rapidly.
"He won't Cissy." I reply.
"HE TOLD ME!" She screams. She falls onto the chair, crying in despair.
Oh My Merlin! Is the Dark Lord really that angry. Merlin help Draco!
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A/N: The Suspense lol. Reviews would be welcome. I will love you forever if you do :)
