Hermione POV

I have to admit I am getting quite worried now; I haven't seen Evelyn since that outburst and it's been what 3 hours? I understand that we do live in a manor but she can never hold a grudge for this long!

Thinking about it actually, she's probably just shut herself in her room, I should go make sure she's ok.

So putting my book down, I strolled out of the library and made way up the marble staircase. As I came into view of the landing I noticed that it was oddly quiet. That's strange, normally this hallway would be filled with loads of shouting and there would be a tornado of clothes, hairbrushes and makeup being thrown from side to side.

"Girls? It's awfully quiet out here…" Carefully, I took a few steps towards Evelyn's room and lightly knocked the door. "Evelyn, are you in there? Listen about earlier you have to understand that what you did was wrong – I know you may think that I'm treating you like a child but we just want the best for you; even if it seems like we are making your life hell, but to be honest you don't know how lucky you are! That goes to you as well Elizabeth… if either of you are listening,"

Then a thought occurred to me, I might be talking to myself here – go inside, see if they are in there.

I didn't know if Evelyn's door would be locked so I gently twisted the crystal door knob and to my surprise it opened!

Well that's a first.

I thought to myself. Scoping around the light blue walls I began to notice the little things that I never really noticed before. For example, the bunting hanging over her bed matching the covers and the numerous amounts of pictures of her and her friends spread generously across the room and the ones of her family hidden round the corner.

Obviously she wasn't in the main chamber of her room (Unless she's wearing Harry's invisibility cloak and sitting right in front of me) so then I stepped round the corner to where her bathroom was… Surprise, surprise she wasn't their either – although the whole contents of her Maxfactor makeup was sprawled across the sink!

"Evelyn Jean Malfoy, you come out this instant!" I yelled as I ran out to Elizabeth's room hoping that she would know where I could find the tornado with lipstick!

Again, by shock I found no sign of life within this room. But, me being me I began to panic and rushed quickly down the stairs to the study to find Draco.

"Draco!"

Suddenly, the doors to Draco's study swung open revealing a very distressed looking Hermione. Rattled by the brief moment he hastily looked up from the pieces of parchment.

"What's the matter?" He asked curiously

"It's the girls! They are not in their rooms!" She said whilst throwing her hand in the air.

Draco rolled his eyes and muttered under his breath "So much for the smartest witch of the era,"

"What was that?"

He pinched the bridge of his nose and stated calmly "Hermione, they aren't always going to be in their rooms are they? They have their own legs and we live in a manor… I think you can work this one out yourself."

Hermione looked quite hurt after hearing his comment but decided to brush it off and continue with what she had to say, "Yes I understand that Draco but it's been at least 3 hours since we have seen a glimpse of them, normally they…"

"… Don't worry, they're fine. You know Evelyn, she's probably sulking in the dungeons and Elizabeth's probably in the library with her nose stuck in a book,"

Crossing her arms, Hermione slowly walked over to Draco's desk so that she was face to face with him "But I was just in the library and there was no sign of Elizabeth…"

"Then she's probably with her sister, now go and bother some house elf- I'm trying to work!" He said sternly. She knew he wasn't in the best of moods so decided it was best to just leave him alone.

He's right, they're probably together.

The girls had spent at least 10 minutes in the mysterious room before finding something that caught their eye. At first they came across a single newspaper, which sort of put Evelyn off of entering. Nonetheless they ventured further into the room.

Elizabeth POV

As we slowly wandered further into the room, the air became bitterly cold and the hairs on my arms stood up on point. A thick blanket of dust covered most of the objects in this room which made it quite difficult to identify them. It was as if no one had been down here in years, it felt like it was abandoned. This just made me want to explore the room more.

"Eew, look how much dust there is down here!" I heard Evelyn say.

Rolling my eyes, I carried on inspecting the objects that lay across a long mahogany table that stretched across the back of the wall. Grabbing the end of my robe, I picked up this class jar and began to wipe the dust away. After a couple of swipes the contents inside the jar began to reveal itself. An extremely wrinkled and shrivelled face with only whites for eyes that were bulging stared right back at me. A gasped escaped my mouth and the jar slipped out of my shaken hands.

In slow motion I watched the jar gradually fall to the floor and shatter into thousands of pieces.

"What have you broken now!"

I turned to face my sister and pushed the glass under the table with my foot

"N…Nothing, what's in your hand?" I asked signalling to the piece of paper she had folded.

Un folding the piece of paper she presented me with what looked like a wanted poster from 15 years ago! What caught my eye though was the moving picture of my almost unrecognisable grandfather in chains and ragged robes holding up an Azkaban identification plate!

The sign read "CAUGHT, LUCIUS MALFOY, DEATH EATERS ARE AMONG US."

There's that word again Death Eaters.

A cold shiver ran up my spine… I felt like I was going to faint.

Luckily the feeling overcame me and I looked up to my sister – who was giving me the exact same look.

"This honestly can't be real – I mean, what could Grandfather possibly do for him to get into Azkaban!?" I yelled

Evelyn looked more closely at the sign, then back up to meet my gaze, I could tell she was feeling the same way.

"Well… Elizabeth we don't know much of our family's lives before… I think we're going to have to do some research on these so called 'Death Eaters' –They sound pretty bad to me."

"Argh, why don't they teach us about the war in school!?"

"I know… what's worse is why mum and dad won't tell us about the war, seeing as they were a part of it!" Evelyn suggested. She walked back a few paces and went to sit down on what looked like to be throne. However, on her way there she tripped over the head that was in the jar and frantically grabbed hold of a nearby drape to support her but to her dismay it went tumbling to the floor with her.

Out she came coughing and spluttering with the most disgusted look on her face; I was more concerned about what hid behind the curtain…