"Where is THE NECKLACE!" Voldemort bellowed, choking the girl by the neck and lifting her from off the floor. Genevieve writhed in his hands, gasping for air as she clawed at the male to set her free. Draco watched with his fist clenched, jaws tight, ready to fight the Dark Lord if needed to.
"They...They took...it…" Genevieve gasped out, feeling each breath to be painful.
Voldemort stared at the girl in disgust, "I knew I couldn't trust you." he spat, giving her neck one last squeeze before letting go. The young girl dropped to the floor like a sack of rice as she gasped for air. "You're lucky I still need you."
Draco dared not to move as he glanced downwards nervously, his nails digging into the palm of his hands. Voldemort noticed this.
"Genevieve." he commanded, sitting down in his chair. "Go with Bellatrix, check the vault."
"Yes My Lord." she whispered out, trying to catch her breath.
"Vivi…" the young Malfoy boy mumbled out, holding his hand out for the girl to take. Genevieve mustered her power to take his hand but not before Nagini snapped her fangs in front of her face. Both children retracted their hands in fright as Nagini shifted her head side to side as if daring them.
'Not...lover...boy…' Nagini hissed, her tongue purring in front of Genevieve's face.
The young girl narrowed her eyes at the snake, "Watch yourself one day, Nagini." she whispered back, almost inaudibly.
"Vie. Do come back early." Voldemort stated. "I've much to discuss about my disappointment with you."
Bellatrix Lestrange and Genevieve Black made their way to Gringotts in Diagon Alley as per Voldemort's orders. Diagon Alley no longer looked lively as when Genevieve first went for her school supplies in first year. As they walked past Oleanders, the shop no longer existed, but surprisingly the Weasley Twins' Wizard Wheezes still stood tall and proud a few shops down. Genevieve smiled to herself, remembering the reason why she had loved the Weasley's so much.
"Auntie Bella, you go on first. I want to stop by somewhere." she stated.
Bellatrix shrugged her shoulders before shooing the girl away. The two females departed in different directions, one walked towards Gringotts while the other went to the joke shop.
"Alohomora". The door rang an obnoxious sound the moment she entered, causing the young Slytherin to jolt. The shop was empty, but rather than being quiet, the products on the shelves continued their pre-programmed jokes.
"Your wish came true…" she muttered to herself, letting her hand graze upon a batch of screaming yo-yos. "It's amazing…"
"It is." a voice stated.
Turning around, the young girl found no one to be in the shop. Genevieve simply thought it was one of those products on the shelves talking, so she continued to browse around.
"Breaking in is not permitted." the voice spoke once again.
Genevieve chuckled softly, lifting a container labeled Demon Dung, "I suppose it won't hurt to take one."
"You must pay before leaving!" the voice similar to the first spoke. "All pricing is labeled in the bottom."
"Ah...eleven sickles." Genevieve laughed at this, reaching inside her pockets and pulling out 20 sickles, she left it on the cashier before leaving the place. The girl went towards Gringotts, surprised to see Bellatrix standing in front of the head goblin.
"Auntie Bella?" she questioned, hiding the Demon Dung behind her so Bellatrix wouldn't see. "You're still standing here, what's going on?"
Bellatrix stared at the girl worriedly, before crossing her arms and tapping her feet impatiently, "I'd like to enter my vault!" she commanded in a rather nice tone.
"Who are you?" Genevieve asked.
Bellatrix froze in her spot and snapped her head towards her niece before letting a sigh of relief, "He's my valet for today. Pay no mind."
Genevieve narrowed her eyes at the male, standing closer to have a better look, finding him somewhat familiar. "Have we met?"
The male took a step back before shaking his head, "Perhaps...at meetings?"
"I suppose." she mumbled in response before glaring at the head goblin. "Did you not hear my aunt! She wishes to enter her vault!"
"Miss Black, apologies." the goblin responded.
"Excuse me?" Genevieve hissed. "Are you perhaps ignoring my Aunt? In front of her?"
"I dare not, Miss Black. Madam Lestrange." the goblin replied. "However, I do require...a sort of identification. You see...it's policy."
Genevieve stood next to her aunt, eyes narrowed at the Goblin who dared to ask for identification of the person closest to Voldemort and if not, one of the three sisters of the most noblest and ancient house of Black.
"Will this do?" the young girl questioned, pulling out the family crest badge which was a silver color with 'Toujours Pur' marked on the bottom. The Goblin stared at the family crest which the girl held, before staring at Bellatrix Lestrange as if he did not trust her.
"Well?" Bellatrix asked, her arms crossed and chest huffed up. "I don't like to be kept waiting."
"Very well…If you'll follow me." he sighed, leading the way into the vaults.
Genevieve glanced at the male who stood rather close to Bellatrix, feeling a sense of familiarity yet oddity. Bellatrix acted a tad off but, when was Bellatrix ever in her right mind, therefore Genevieve simply put that thought to the back of her mind. As they arrived at the innermost part of the vaults, Bellatrix's was guarded by a fire breathing beast, the Ukrainian Ironbelly. The Head Goblin took a rather odd looking bell and started to shake it, causing the dragon to return back to its original resting position. Upon entering Bellatrix's vault, thousands of coins and golds decked in its entirety.
"Blimey Aunt Bella…" Genevieve gasped, "I didn't expect you to have this much...especially after Azkaban."
Bellatrix chuckled lowly, coughing awkwardly as she made her way around, "Is it here?" she asked.
"Is...what here?" Genevieve questioned back.
Suddenly, something sharp tapped Genevieve on the shoulder. The young girl turned around to be face-to-face with none other than Harry Potter.
"Don't move or I'll hurt you." he commanded.
"Bellatrix!" Genevieve called out, but Bellatrix simply ignored her. "Where's my Aunt? What did you do to her?"
Ronald Weasley and Harry Potter exchanged places in which Ron now held a wand at her throat and Harry searched with the Gryffindor Sword. The red-haired boy glared at the girl who looked at him in disbelief, daring her to move.
"Where is it?" she questioned, looking at what Harry was doing. "Where's my locket?"
"With us." Ron answered. "Don't try anything funny."
Harry stared up at the cup that laid at the top of the pile of gold. It was as if something clicked in his mind before he pointed at it excitedly. "There it is!" He began to climb the pile, easily maneuvering to grab the Hufflepuff Cup. Genevieve reached into her back pocket and pulled out the Demon Dung she had taken from the Weasley's Joke Shop. She signaled to the Goblin who immediately understood what she wanted with a single look.
"You three...are not getting out." a small whizzing sound could be heard and Ron jumped out of the way, realizing she had something set ablaze in her hands. She threw the object over at Hermione who yelped in fear before it exploded in the air. Green smoke could be seen and a foul odour filled the vault. Taking the moment of mess, the girl ran towards Hermione and ripped the bag out of the other's hand and made a break for it. The Head Goblin held the door open just enough so the young Mistress of Black may get out.
"Well done." Genevieve started with a smile. "Now, let's get out."
The two made their way back to the top where it was calm and quiet, however, they all knew something was terribly wrong. "I want those three brought back alive."
Not sparing a moment's waste, Genevieve opened Hermione's bag and reached inside. There were surprisingly many things inside, from clothes to tents, and of course books, many books. Finally, what she was searching for, was inside, in the deepest part of the purse. The Slytherin Locket.
"Finally...He'll be so happy to know I've got it back…" the girl whispered to herself before clasping the locket around her neck.
Suddenly, the floor started to rumble and with each passing second, the rumble became shakier and louder.
"What in the bloody hell-." before the girl could finish her sentence, the Ukrainian Ironbelly broke from underneath, bellowing fire wherever he looked. "RUN!" she screamed, pushing the goblins as they all ran for their lives.
"Vie!" a shrill voice called from outside Gringotts. Bellatrix looked like she's been incinerated, then dumped into water before rolling around in the mud. The elder Black latched onto the younger before they apparated away from the scene.
Silence filled the room, heavy silence, all except one spoke. No one said a word, waiting to see what will happen or rather who it will happen to. Genevieve Black sat next to Draco Malfoy as the two glanced at Bellatrix who was busy blabbering about how Harry Potter had treated her. While, Voldemort sat with his pet snake, unbothered by the whole ordeal. As if it were not quiet enough, a loud Pang rang through the manor as Voldemort slammed his hand down.
"Genevieve!" he called.
Draco's heart started to thump and his hand immediately shot onto Genevieve's from under the table. He clenched them tightly, afraid to let go.
"Yes My Lord." she answered.
Using two fingers, he wagged at them to summon the girl. Genevieve spared Draco no glance as he tugged at her hands, not wanting her to go. The moment she had arrived in front of Voldemort, a hand collided with her face, causing her to drop to the floor with a loud thud. Draco shot out from his seat, immediately standing in front of the girl and assisting her up.
"Draco. Did I say you could help her?" Voldemort asked.
"No..Sir." he replied softly.
"Draco. Come back." Lucius urged, his eyes begging his son not to step in for the young girl.
Voldemort now stood from his seat, wiping the blood that dribbled down the corner of Genevieve's lips. He stared at the necklace that hung around the girl's neck and smirked.
"Tell me Genevieve. Did they or did they not take the other Horcrux?" he tilted his head, admiring the hand print on the girl's cheek.
Genevieve's face felt hot as the pain throbbed in her face, "They...did...b-but I've got the Locket back."
This time, Voldemort reached out and backhanded the girl's other cheek. "If it were not for you! Both Horcruxes would have been safe!"
Genevieve froze in her spot, tears rimmed her eyes from the immense pain she felt. "My apologies…"
The Dark Lord held out his wand towards the girl, "Tell me why I should spare your life."
Draco immediately pulled the girl back and stood in front, eyeing the Dark Lord, "My Lord. Genevieve is still useful, it would be a pity to just end her life this way. After all, them achieving one is better than them having both. Sir."