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Chapter 9
"Good to be back My Lord." They smirked.
An uproar was expected but not at the extent of which it did. Death Eaters were yelling, completely outraged across the table, seemingly forgetting momentarily that they were in the presence of the darkest wizard of all time until they each received a quick blast of the Cruciatus curse. After which they slowly sat down bashfully.
"Any complaints about my actions, speak to my face." Voldemort rasped angrily.
There were a few quiet mutterings around the table but no-one spoke up publicly, until one Cassius Parkinson stepped up, " I think that I speak for all of the wizards and witches at this table when I say that no-one wants filthy blood-traitors sitting among us as if they were are equals." He announced.
"Fabian, Gideon." Voldemort gestured with his hand towards Parkinson,
Soon enough, Parkinson was screaming on the ground in agony under the force of two of the most powerful and painful curses he'd ever been put under. Once the twins stopped, they both looked at each other, smirking "Thanks My Lord. We've really been missing that." They admitted moving to sit next to Lucius and Antonin.
Once the meeting was over, they both excused themselves from Lucius and Antonin to floo over to The Dolohov manor. The two men merely nodded, fully understanding why they were going. The twins arrived in the seemingly always dark entrance hall and instantly made a beeline for the stairs, after a few hallways they came to a stop in front of the master bedroom. They simultaneously opened the double doors and saw their beloved sister for the first time in years. Elanor looked up and instantly, tears came to her eyes. "Fabian, Gideon." She whispered, astounded before she ran to her brothers and engulfed them in a hug as if they would disappear again.
"It's okay 'El." They whispered hugging her back with just as much ferociousness, "We're here and we're not leaving any time soon." They vowed.
The three siblings soon walked the halls again, moving towards Ana's room to see their niece. Elanor opened the door and the Prewetts ran to either side of the canopy bed. Understanding they might want a moment alone, Elanor closed the door and walked happily down to the Drawing room to plan a welcome back party for her brothers, her ginger hair glistening in the light.
Not long after the twins entered the room, Ana started whimpering, clearly having a nightmare. They each clutched their niece's hand, gently whispering soothing words to her and she slowly stopped and settled.
A slow of footsteps outside the door broke the twins out of their reverie. The doors slowly opened and two carbon copies of Antonin stepped in. The twins knew who they were. They were the missing Dolohov twins…
"Draco!" Narcissa called from the Drawing Room, "Hurry up, we're going to be late!"
Draco came running, albeit gracefully, down the stairs still tying his tie, he skidded to a stop and flashed a smile, showing off his pearly whites. Narcissa chuckled, amused, "You first mother." Draco bowed playfully.
She stepped through the Floo and waited for Draco at the other end, once he came through, they both walked through to the Dolohov Drawing Room. Being personal friends, they had Floo access while the other guests had to Apparate outside of the gates. The two Malfoys walked into the room and couldn't hold back a gasp. The room was decorated lavishly. There was a large diamond chandelier hanging in the middle of the room and the windows were covered with beautiful, red velvet curtains. Leaving the only light from said chandelier.
"Mother." Draco trailed off, amazed.
"I agree Draco." She replied back, equally astounded.
"Narcissa, Draco!" A feminine voice called from behind them, the two Malfoys turned around to be greeted by a positively radiant Elanor Dolohov, she hadn't looked nearly as happy in years, the one-time Narcissa recalled was at the birth of her children. She was flanked by two dashing red-heads, each smirking at Narcissa.
"'Cissa, lovely to see you again." They both said cheekily, knowing that their little nickname they had for her always wound her up, instead of getting the reaction they'd thought they'd receive, they were only gifted a shake of her head.
"Brother 'o mine…" Fabian whispered, "I think someone may have broken lovely 'Cissa when we weren't here." He continued.
"I agree brother 'o mine, if she was the same, we'd have lost all of our incredible hair by now." He whispered back, just as confused the last time they'd called her that was in Hogwarts where she'd jinxed them to be bald for a whole term. It had practically driven them insane as they fretted about what all the girls would think-not that they ever kept a girlfriend for more than a week anyways. Either way, after that they'd stopped the teasing immediately.
"You boys." She laughed, shaking her head at her friends with tears in her eyes. Narcissa had known Elanor all her life and therefore by default had known the notorious Prewett twins her whole life. They were like the over-bearing brothers she had never had, she thought fondly as she remembered the time they'd punched Lucius a new one for casually remarking about one of their late night endeavours they'd had whilst at Hogwarts.
They suddenly heard a sharp intake of breath from the small frame in between them and the two heads turned to find Elanor, white as a sheet and drawing in ragged breaths, she only managed to get one word in before she fainted, "Ana."
The twins looked towards Narcissa with eyes as wide as an owls as she silently agreed that's he'd help take care of Elanor whilst they bolted to their niece's room.
They threw open the doors and were greeted with a sight that made their faces go even whiter than they already were, Ana was floating above the bed frozen still and clearly unable to move as a cloaked figure pointed their wand at a sleeping snake at the end of her bed. They would recognise the sound of Parseltounge anywhere and while they couldn't speak it themselves, had a rather good idea of what the caster wanted the snake to do. Gideon disarmed the figure quicker than he had enough sense to know what he was doing and then proceeded to tie him up and punch him senseless. Whilst his twin had rushed over to the snake and stunned it, throwing it across the room before he turned to face his niece. She had lowered down, but was still floating a few feet from where she was meant to be lying down, asleep while her magical core recharged.
He looked her over, trying to spot for any signs of damage before he was drawn to her face, she was muttering gobbledegook, or so it seemed. For a moment he thought she might've been cursed but when his ears twitched up at a very familiar phrase, he almost fainted himself.
She was chanting an old Dolohov spell that all children were taught about from a very young age. All pureblood families had a family spell that was set by their family founder as a sort of failsafe in-case something went wrong with the current matriarch of patriarch. It wasn't used a whole lot as the heirs were warned about the repercussions of using it when it was unnecessary, even though it was already understood that it would be an offense to their founder if they abused its power, but he did know of a few instances.
The Malfoy family for example. When the Dark Lord fell, Lucius had to cast the Malfoy spell to avoid getting sent to Azkaban contrary to the popular belief that he used his money and influence. His family were quite gifted in manipulation charms and therefore had manipulated all the necessary people to clear him of all charges.
Another instance was the Dolohov family, Antonin at a very young age had lost his father due to an illness, as his father lay on the bed dying, he had overheard him muttering a phrase to himself (The origin or exact words of which I cannot disclose as it would be offensive to said family). One night as himself, Gideon and Antonin were drinking, they had spiked his drink so that they could ask him a few questions of which they'd completely forgotten as soon as he started telling them about the story.
He recalled that his father had been muttering said spell to transfer his magic over to the elements, the Dolohov family were gifted with Elemental spells so, naturally his father was giving himself up to that of which his magic came from, fire, water, air and earth. Some families had even given the spell up, believing that it only corrupted their souls.
'Complete and utter rot.' Fabian thought to himself before snapping back to reality. He quickly called Gideon over and without explaining why, ordered his other half to start chanting. So, they did. The Prewett family were gifted in time spells therefore they were able to manage to reverse her chanting and simply make her lapse into unconsciousness. It was then that they were found hours later by two carbon copies of Antonin with their sisters eyes as they soothed their niece's nightmare.