Draco sat down in the room, the large polished table in front of him. He wasn't the only one. Bellatrix Lestrange was seated at one end, the Dark lord himself on the other. Lucius was seated next to him on one side, a death eater he had yet to be introduced to on the other. Blaise sat on the opposite side to him though. It was good to see a familiar face. It had been two hours since he had left Luna, and tonight would be the lift of Voldemort's silent siege. They were always watching. How did they know? Why, Severus Snape of course. Draco listened to him speak in the dimly lit room. "I trust everyone is here now, so I shall proceed with my plans." He began. Nagini gave a soft hiss as the serpent curled around its master's feet. "I am feeling weak my friends. But in spite of this I long to fight on. This potter boy should never have lived, from day one he was trouble. One cannot live without another you see and I…" He held up the elder wand. "…have this." His nails were dirty and long, the outline of his bones could clearly be seen, and his fingers were so thin.
Draco looked slightly disgusted. Snape had killed him. Dumbledore, but it had been with his wand. He sighed and shook his head lightly. The wand would disobey him. He wasn't the owner. Draco was. He wanted to leave and go home in order to see Luna again. He didn't want to leave her pregnant and alone. Well, she wasn't entirely alone. She still had company on two legs and it came in the form of his three house elves. He was scared for everyone. People would die, witches and wizards, who all aspired to be something, make their selves known. However one thing was certain, perhaps their deaths would not be in vain. Sometimes it was cruel to be kind. He just wanted to get up and leave. He'd already played back through his mind how this meeting would go and end. "Draco." A cold voice stopped his thoughts. The male turned his head to face him, he'd been staring into the unknown beforehand.
"Yes, my lord?" He replied coolly, keeping his usual unreadable expression. "I understand your reluctance to be with us today. It must have taken all your strength to pull yourself away from your heavily pregnant wife." Draco sat back in his chair. "I wish to be with her, to see her again. We have succeeded in carrying out our bit to your campaign. I do worry for her health and wellbeing though." Bellatrix rolled her eyes and scoffed. Wearing her hair down in its usual messy form, the Witch twirled her wand around in her fingertips. It was obvious she was keen to use it for more inhumane reasons. She came here to hear battle plans, not listen to an update from the happy families association. "Bella, please." Voldemort cast an icy glare in her direction. He was serious. Dead serious. His eyes shifted in the light as he looked back to the youngest death eater in the room. "Why?" He questioned, his voice showed no trace of concern. "Luna is of a petite build. She is close but not ready and her stomach was weighing her down six months onwards. Often she would complain of back and knee pains. I've ordered the elves to look after her."
The dark lord laughed darkly at his last sentence. "Do you believe she is safe now?" Draco raised a brow. "She wouldn't do something so reckless so close to her time. She should be getting more bed rest if anything." He sighed and gave a small huff. If only she'd been awake this morning when he left her. He could have double checked on her condition. She waddled around as it was. It was like her waters were just breaking. He'd never known a woman spread her feet so far apart when she was pregnant. It was like she was trying to distribute her weight more evenly. He smirked at the thought. Whilst he would assist her from time to time, sometimes it was more amusing to watch. She was like a penguin. "Good, then you have nothing to worry about and we can contin-" The door banging open stopped the Dark lord mid-sentence and a rather flustered Narcissa came in, dragging Karnow behind her. The house elf looked frightened. "Mother what is the meaning of this. You cannot interrupt us at a time like this. Lucius eyes his wife Wearily. "My lord, pardon my intrusion but my son has the right to know of this unwelcome news I received this afternoon." She looked more than annoyed now. Voldemort himself looked confused. "Speak." Narcissa Shoved the elf forwards in front of Draco. "Next time you leave your wife unattended when she is about to pop leave her in my capable hands and not this…filths!" She spat.
Draco rose from his seat, his eyes looked worried but they still held that coldness. "Where is she?" His voice was stern. Karnow looked down at the ground. "I do not know sir, I am but a humble house servant to the Malfoy's." Narcissa shook her head. "I left him in charge, he must have seen her last!" She sneered. Karnow shook his head. "I did not see her all morning…She must have gotten out when our backs were turned. We were all in master's kitchen preparing mistress Luna's breakfast, we could not find her." Of course he lied. Luna had shown him, Pippa and Tilly the kindness' they longed from their masters. He wanted her to be happy, not kept at the manor against her will like a caged animal. "Bullshit." Bellatrix stood and the excitement danced in her eyes. Perhaps this wouldn't be so bad after all. Draco snapped, he brought a fist down onto the table, his knuckles had been impacted so hard that just seconds later they bled. Red blood trickled down his fists. "As I said before Master I do not know." Draco grabbed the Elf's rags and held him up by them. "If you are concerned for the wellbeing of your mistress, then you will tell me where she is." The house elf looked away from him.
Draco dropped him down and onto the floor. "Bella." His voice was unsteady. Fuck where was she? He hoped she was okay. Luna would hate him for what he was about to do but it would help if he fucking knew where she'd ran off to in the first place. The argument they had beforehand now haunted his mind and it dawned on him where she was. Looking down at the elf with the utmost disgust, Draco looked across the table. "Zabini come with me. We're taking a trip to Hogwarts." He snapped, flinging the door open. Blaise looked at the dark lord, awaiting his approval. "Go. Yes, you pair go, I'll let you know of my plans later."