Over the course of the next weeks, Draco Malfoy had made a full recovery with the assistance of his mother, Snape and Genevieve. However, he had noticed one peculiar thing, Genevieve had a rather bizarre behavioral change, she was much more temperamental and easily lashed out. She had even lashed out on him because he simply called her different. However, despite this, he tried to do whatever she wanted of him and complied with everything she needed. He continued to wonder if indulging her in whatever she wanted was for her good or if he was pushing her deeper in the depths of darkness. Yet, whenever she smiled at him, may it be fake or not, it told him he was doing the right thing.
"Vivi, why don't you take a break?" Draco questioned, placing a shawl over the female's shoulder. Genevieve had moved out from the House of Black and into the Malfoy Manor, 1 as a spy for Voldemort and 2 because she couldn't stand being in the same house as her mother and father. Voldemort suspected Malfoy's loyalties and wanted to be sure that they would not betray him.
"I'm fine." she responded coldly, flipping through the stacks of paperwork The Dark Lord had left for her. Each day she overlooked the files of Muggle-Born registrations that were being conducted on the tenth floor of the Ministry. Suddenly an owl flies through her window and lands in front of her quill with a letter in its beak. Draco takes the letter and opens it for the young girl.
'I request your presence'
Genevieve glances up at Draco tiredly, "He wants me."
Draco places a hand on the other's cheek, allowing his thumb to graze her soft flesh, "Alright...I'll be here waiting. Come home soon."
The young girl nodded her head, grabbing her outerwear from the wardrobe. Draco planted a gentle kiss atop of her head before assisting her with her cloak. She quickly apparates out of the Malfoy Manor and into the House of Black.
Suddenly, Narcissa opens the door to Genevieve's room and calls for Draco to come down. Inside the common area, stood many death eaters, including Draco's father, Lucius. Bellatrix Lestrange had her hand on a male's neck, squeezing it tightly as she watched Draco inch towards her. While two other death eaters had Hermione and Ron captured.
"Is this him?" Bellatrix asked. "Is this Harry. Potter?"
"What's going on?" Draco, nervous, glanced at everyone around the room before returning his attention back onto the male, "I-I can't be sure."
"Now now Draco. You must answer honestly." Bellatrix cooed. "You know Vie doesn't like liars."
"Draco." Lucius whispered. "If it's him, we can take him to the Master...we can regain his trust. You must do this for our family!"
Draco's hands trembled as he stared at Harry's face, knowing very well who it was. "W-What's wrong with his face? I can't tell." he stated.
Bellatrix yanked the boy's hair so he could look at her, she nodded her head in agreement before shoving the male to the floor. "Indeed." she mumbled, licking her lips. Bellatrix Lestrange tapped her chin with her wand, before walking towards Hermione. She suddenly stopped when she spotted Godric Gryffindor's Sword amongst the seized possessions.
"The Sword!" she gasped out loud, turning her head towards Hermione Granger. "How did you get the sword!" She demanded but neither of the trio said anything. Bellatrix then ordered Greyback to take all the prisoners down to the dungeons, all except for Hermione Granger.
"Tell me little girl. Where. Did. You. Get. The. Sword?"
Hermione stayed silent, turning away from the mad woman as if ignoring her. This made Bellatrix upset. Very upset.
"Crucio!" Bellatrix casted, sending a jolt of immeasurable pain towards Hermione. The young Gryffindor girl dropped to the floor in agony, groaning as pain consumed her. The elder Black cackled with delight, finding it hilarious that the muggle-born witch cried in pain. From below, Ronald Weasley begged for Hermione to be let off, and cried to be replaced in the hands of Bellatrix. With each torturous scream the girl let out, the more unstable Ron was.
"Hermione! Hermione!" Ron cried out over and over again, finding every means possible to break free. "Please….just take me. Stop hurting her!"
While all this was happening, Voldemort and Genevieve took a trip to see Grindelwald. For one thing. The Elder Wand. Grindelwald laughed at the noseless man, "So you have come. I thought you would… one day. But your journey was pointless. I never had it."
Voldemort narrowed his eyes at the deathly looking man, "You lie!"
Grindelwald looked at the girl, something about her made him pity her, "Young girl, you should not be in this battle. Go home. This is no place for a child like you."
"How dare you talk to her in such a tone." Voldemort hissed. "Tell me where the wand is!"
Genevieve held her wand out underneath the male's chin, threateningly. "Tell him where it is, old man!"
Grindelwald shook his head, "I once was the same. Did all the wrong things. Choose all the wrong choices. My child, you won't find happiness like this." Turning his attention back to the Dark Lord. "Kill me!" demanded the old man. "You will not win, you cannot win! That wand will never, ever be yours – "
Before he could finish his words, Voldemort's fury broke. A burst of green light filled the prison room and the frail old body was lifted from its hard bed and then fell back lifeless, and Voldemort returned to the window, his wrath barely controllable.
"Well. That was pointless." Genevieve mumbled. "My Lord? Perhaps you should know...that the elder wand could perhaps still be with Dumbledore. If not. Harry Potter. Was there a particular reason we were here to see him?"
Voldemort turned his anger onto the young girl, lifting her up by her throat and digging his sharp nails into her skin. "Who are you to talk to me like this? I'll kill you for your sharp tongue."
Genevieve narrowed her eyes but said no more, not wanting to anger the male even further if it were possible. The Dark Lord released his hold on the younger before growling in frustration.
"Leave."
Genevieve took no moments to apparate back to the Malfoy Manor. Upon arriving, she could already hear Hermione Granger's ear piercing scream and Bellatrix's cackles.
"What in..Merlin's name.." she muttered to herself. Bellatrix Lestrange was busy using the torture spell on the young muggle-born witch while Draco watched, absolutely disturbed.
"Vivi!" he called out, quickly hiding her from the view by hugging her, effectively blocking her view with his taller physique. Bellatrix glanced over before grabbing Genevieve's wrist and pulling her down to be at Hermione's eye level. There was a deep gash on the young girl's forearm, a bloody gash that read. 'Mudblood'.
"Vivi…" Draco muttered.
"Nu. uh. Uh." Bellatrix grinned, wagging her wand left and right at her nephew.
Genevieve smiled at the female, causing Hermione to shake her heads as if begging her not to do it. The young Gryffindor female laid almost lifeless, her eyes were teary yet contained some sort of light, a fighting light.
"Hello Granger."
"Vie…Please…don't do this."
Using her wand, Genevieve giggled delightfully while using the torture spell on the girl she once called her friend. "It hurts doesn't it?" Hermione writhed and twisted in pain, feeling her insides squeeze in a tight knot. "How does it feel to have everything come crashing down? All those long years of effort? All poofed. Gone. By none other than me. The same girl who gave you all the information you wanted and needed."
Draco's hands trembled at the woman he loved, was that really the Genevieve he knew, was that the same girl that would rather herself be in pain than others? He reached out to grab her, but Bellatrix stopped him. Bellatrix found much joy in watching her niece torture the girl, but was upset that the muggle-born witch still hadn't spoken about the sword.
"Vivi...enough…" he whispered. The young Malfoy boy looked visibly distraught and emotionally unstable, he was scared, scared beyond wits.
"Enough playing! Ask her about the Sword!" Bellatrix screamed. "Ask her where she got it!"
Genevieve brushed the stray locks of hair framing Hermione's face, "Granger, I used to admire you. People called you ugly and a know-it-all. But I thought you were brilliant. I thought how great it would be if I were someone like you. Oh..I was stupid..stupid for believing in you. Now tell me, what about this Sword that I'm hearing of?"
Hermione let a tear slip from her eyes, from sadness and from anger. She was sad to see what her friend had become and she was angry that she was perhaps the reason why Genevieve turned out this way. If Genevieve torturing her could release her anger, she rather it be her than Bellatrix.
"Say something Granger." Genevieve cackled, tracing the cuts on the girl's forearm with her wand. "You always had something spiteful to say. Say something! You filthy little mudblood."
Hermione tried to reach for the necklace dangling around Genevieve's neck, mustering all her power to rip it off, "I'm sorry...for everything."
This threw Genevieve back as she wasn't expecting Hermione to apologize to her, she turned around at Draco who shook his head at her. The young girl made sure her necklace was still around her neck, sighing in relief as she felt it secured. Draco held his hand out, asking for her to take it. Genevieve didn't know why but she took it, for the first time, and allowed him to guide her back to her room. As they were walking back, they could hear Hermione screaming in pain and with each scream, there was something that panged in Genevieve's heart. She felt saddened. Hurt even. And more importantly, doubt.
"Expelliarmus!"
"Stupefy!"
Both Draco and Genevieve turned around to see Ron Weasley and Harry Potter attacking the people in the Manor. Lucius flew 5 meters away, crashing against the Grand Piano while Bellatrix's wand was no longer to be seen. Bellatrix called out for Genevieve to which the younger quickly pushed Draco away and started to attack.
"Genevieve!" Draco called out, using his wand to deflect every oncoming attack the two threw at him. "Genevieve!"
"Oppungo!" Objects flew through the air as the young Black sent objects soaring at the two men she used to call her friends.
"Enough!" Bellatrix ordered, holding a dagger dangerously close to Hermione's neck. "Wands down, NOW!"
With that, both Harry and Ron tossed their wands aside and allowed Draco to collect them. The young Malfoy stood next to his father anxiously, gripping all the wands in his hand tightly.
"Oh look...it IS Harry Potter." Bellatrix smiled. "Just in time for the Dark Lord. Call him Draco."
Genevieve looked at the male who was hesitant, so instead she gripped his arm and rose up his sleeves.
"No…" Draco whispered, placing a gentle hand on the girl. It was unsure to everyone why Genevieve never received the dark mark, it was as if Voldemort didn't want her to have it. A soft squelching sound could be heard from atop the chandelier, it was very soft then it started to become louder and louder. Bellatrix looked up and in a single moment, the chandelier dropped atop, causing her to jump out of the way just before she was crushed. And in that spare moment, something or rather someone had shoved Genevieve to the ground with a loud thud.
"Vivi!" Draco called out, rushing to aid her when Harry Potter fought with him for his wand back.
"Give it here Malfoy!" Harry growled, punching the male in the face and snatching the wands back.
"Draco!" Genevieve called out amidst the mess, feeling the glass shards pierce through her arms and legs. "Leave him alone Potter!"
"She has the locket!" a voice yelled out.
Everything was a mess, dust and debris floated in the air while glass and wooden shards painted the floor. Genevieve felt a hand on her, and as quick as it were, a harsh tug on her neck was felt. It was unknown what had happened but not only was there a red mark on the girl's neck, but there was also a giant hand print across her right cheek.
"Get away from her!" Draco yelled, picking his wand from the floor and casting a hex. Ron Weasley quickly ran towards Harry and the others, showing them the locket in his hands.
"My Locket!" Genevieve gasped, allowing Draco to steady her as they stared at their classmates. Dobby the house elf frowned at the young Mistress of House Black as if he knew this would happen one day. Bellatrix Lestrange was beyond upset at what had happened, so upset, that she threw the dagger in her hands at the elf. However, they had apparated out of the Manor in time, leaving everyone behind, dumfounded.
"My Necklace!" Genevieve screamed out, running towards where Dobby and the prisoner's once stood. She felt lightheaded, unsure why but something had been lifted off her chest, literally and figuratively. "Draco...is something wrong with me..?" she asked, her voice shaking as she grasped onto the necklace that was no longer around her neck. "Something doesn't feel right with me...I don't feel like I'm me."
Draco quickly wrapped his arms around her, stroking her back to ease her panting, "No No...Nothing is wrong with you. It's all Potter's fault."
Genevieve felt sick to her stomach, she wanted to vomit but something stopped her from doing so. Draco Malfoy held the girl tightly, fingers brushing against the giant red mark on her cheek. "How could he do this...does it hurt?"
Bellatrix swept everything to the floor whilst screaming in frustration, "You let them get away! You let them. GET AWAY!"
"Draco, what's happening to me? I'm...I'm..." she cried, her heart thumping against her chest loudly.
Draco's heart broke hearing this, he looked at the tears that flowed uncontrollably down her cheeks. 'What happened to you…' he thought to himself. "Look at me Genevieve."
"No matter what you become. You still have me. I'll do anything to make you happy and I'll do anything to make you smile." he whispered. "You'll always be my Vivi. My friend and the person I love."
For some reason, this eased the girl's worries. She smiled at Draco, placing a hand on his cheek as he stared into her bright blue orbs. "You promise?"
He smiled reassuringly, "I promise."
He assisted her back into her room, shutting the door and effectively drowning out his aunt's annoying tantrum. "After this is over, Will you be my wife? I want to be the one to protect you, love you, and smile for."
Genevieve froze at the sudden proposal before looking away shamefully. "Draco. I can't."
"It's fine if you say no now." Draco looked at the girl sadly, " One day. Just one day, look at me and tell me that you'll give me a chance."
"Draco. Why her?"
"Because…" Draco Malfoy looked in the direction of Genevieve's room. "Because it's Genevieve. Because she's Genevieve."
Narcissa shook her head disapprovingly. "She'll only hurt you."
"Then I'll let her. Mother, in this life. I only want Genevieve."