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Chapter 28: After Tonight

Voldemort sat, looking at his only son. Tommy seemed to be a bit detached and mildly depressed. He had been there for three days and hadn't said much at all. Voldemort sighed and stood up, jerking Tommy out of his silent stupor. He looked up at him.

"I suppose you want to see your mother," Voldemort said. It was not a question, but Tommy did not care. He narrowed his bright eyes at him.

"You suppose correctly. I didn't know she was here. Does she know I am here?" Tommy asked. Voldemort shrugged.

"If she does, I haven't heard her say anything. She hasn't been too happy with me as of late. Giovanna's always in a sulky mood," Voldemort said. He began to walk out of the room. Tommy followed behind him.

"I wonder why that is," Tommy said under his breath. If Voldemort heard him, he showed no signs of it. Tommy followed him down a dark hallway. At the end of the corridor was a rather large, oak door. Voldemort touched the handle. He paused momentarily, thinking of what this might do to his son. Then he opened to door, stepping to the side to let Tommy in. Tommy entered the room. He saw his mother sitting, staring out of the window.

"Mamá?" he asked. Giovanna turned her head slowly. She smiled and looked at her son. Tommy went and kneeled down in front of her.

"Salut, Tomás. Comment allez-vous (Hi, Tomás. How are you)?" Giovanna asked.

"I'm fine. Do not speak in French. It reminds me too much of Ava at the moment," Tommy said, resting his head on his mother's lap. Giovanna ran her fingers through his hair. Voldemort, starting to feel a bit sickened by the sight before him, turned and left closing the door. He knew that Tommy would soon find him and be quite angry.

"How is Avarielle, anyway?" Giovanna asked. Tommy sighed.

"Probably ready to kill me. I can honestly say that I would never blame her."

"What about that nice young girl, Neveah? She seemed to really like you," Giovanna said. Tommy squeezed his eyes shut at hearing Neve's name. She did not even know if she had gotten his letter.

"Before I left, she told me she loved me. This was after she knew I was a traitor. I could not read any expression in her face. It was surreal. Normally, Neve's like an open book, letting her emotions fly all over the place. When I looked at her, I couldn't tell if she wanted to rip my head off or kiss me. Then she told me she loved me, like nothing had ever happened. I don't know what she feels right now," Tommy said. Giovanna hummed a response. "Maybe she really does hate me and she just didn't know how to express it." Tommy whispered.

"No, Tomás. I do not believe that Neveah hates you. I just think it might've been a little shock that made her act the way she did. She just didn't know the way she felt, therefore, she couldn't express it. She said she loves you, so I don't think she hates you, obviously." Tommy sat back and looked up at his mother. Giovanna stared down at him, smiling.

"You don't know Neve like I know Neve. She's a pretty loose cannon when it comes to being toyed around with. Aurora told me some time last year that Neve killed man for revenge and didn't even think twice about it."

"That shows you that Neveah is built tough, Tomás. Your indiscretions won't matter to her once it comes right down to it. I do believe she is now in an awkward position when it comes to which side she is on. Besides, if she loves you like you obviously love her, it won't matter," Giovanna said. Tommy nodded.

"Does my father love you, mamá?" Tommy asked. Giovanna smiled to herself.

"I love your father very much, despite how hard I try to hate him sometimes. I believe somewhere in that black heart of his that he loves me too. One day, before he dies, I sure he will act upon it once again. I mean, he did give me two beautiful children. He's not as bad as he makes himself out to be when it comes to me," Giovanna said. Tommy nodded. He stared into his mother's eyes for a moment. He frowned when he saw that she seemed to be looking right through him.

"Mamá, look at me," Tommy said, narrowing his eyes. Giovanna's vibrant eyes tried to look at him. She stopped smiling and lowered her head. Realization hit Tommy like a brick. "You can't see me, can you? You're blind."

"Tomás, it's nothing..." Giovanna began. Tommy shook his head.

"Did he do this to you?" Tommy said. Giovanna sighed, knowing of whom he was referring.

"Tomás, don't..." Tommy was gone before she finished talking.

Voldemort stood in the hallway as Tommy swung the door open. He misjudged the boy's speed and ended up with Tommy holding a wand to his neck. Voldemort just looked at him. He and Tommy were about equal in size, but no one knew who was exactly more powerful. Tommy was pretty good a hiding his true power.

Nicola stood at the other end of the hall, watching this odd exchange between father and son. She smirked as she noticed how much that Tommy actually looked like his father's younger self.

'This ought to prove interesting,' Nicola thought, crossing her arms.

"What did you do to her?" Tommy asked in a low voice. He kept staring at his father. Voldemort just stared blankly back at him.

"Giovanna disobeyed me and had to be made an example of. I do not tolerate insolence," Voldemort said. He glared down the tip of Tommy's wand. "Now, if you don't lower your wand..."

"You'll what? You'd do the same thing to me as you did to my mother? My mother must either be really naïve or really stupid to believe that somewhere inside that cold, emotionless heart of yours that you still love her. That's if you ever did. Mamá would've given her right arm for you and you take away her eyes. You disgust me," Tommy said, pushing the wand into Voldemort's throat a little harder then finally backing away.

Voldemort was not sure what it was that made him just fling Tommy's wand to the side. He was not even aware that he now held his son on his toes by his neck until he heard Nicola gasp.

"Tom, let him go. He's your son," Nicola whispered urgently. Voldemort just stared at Tommy. For a moment, he saw a faint glow in his eyes. He leaned in closer so that only Tommy could hear him.

"I love your mother more than life itself, if you must know. I did what I did because I had to. Believe me, I would never harm so much as a hair on your mother's head, except in that instance. If it is any consolation, I felt horrible after I did it. I was infuriated with your mother. Now, if you want to live to see tomorrow, you will keep your mouth shut and not speak of things you do not understand," Voldemort whispered harshly and quickly. Tommy nodded slightly. Voldemort released him. Tommy rubbed his neck and picked up his wand. He started to walk away.

"Where are you going?" Nicola asked.

"Out," was all Tommy said. He did not wait for anything further from his two relatives. Nicola looked at Voldemort. The sinister wizard walked into the room with the fire. Bellatrix, Rodolphus, Lucius, and Narcissa sat in there, chatting quietly amongst themselves.

"Bella, Lucius, follow Tomás. Take the Assante girl. If you see him doing anything suspicious, contact me and I will meet you there," Voldemort said quickly. Bellatrix and Lucius nodded and stood up. Nicola crossed her arms.

"And what do you think that a seventeen-year-old boy would do knowing that if he is seen anywhere, he could get arrested? Are you sending them to watch over him?" Nicola asked. Voldemort just stared at her. Her eyes widened with shock. "Your main priority is not your son's safety, is it? You want only one thing."

Elsewhere, Neve walked into the Shrieking Shack. The floorboards creaked under her feet. Walking slowly, she looked in every room. She went up the unstable stairs and into an old room with a bed. On the bed, a piece of parchment lay. She picked it up and read it slowly.

Neve,

If you are reading this, you have completed step one. On the other side of this is a room number in the inn down in Hogsmeade. Go there around 11 tonight. I'm sure you can find a way to get to Hogsmeade. Come alone and make sure you are not followed.

Tommy

Neve turned the paper over and read the scrawled handwriting of Tommy Zaviera.

Room 10

Neve crumpled the paper up and turned to leave. She knew exactly why Tommy was taking all of these precautions. Neve was still wondering whether or not she should tell Dumbledore about the letter that Tommy sent to her. Sighing, she looked up the hill at Hogwarts and wondered an even bigger question.

'How the hell am I going to get to Hogsmeade after hours tonight?'

Harry stared down at his final exam Defense/Dueling. He did not understand why seventh-years were still required to take them after taking the N.E.W.T.s. It made no sense. Fionnula had really pulled out everything they'd learned from the past seven years of schooling. Harry raised his eyes and looked to his left at Ron.

Ron was also staring down at the exam. Something told Harry that his friend was not worried at all about passing the exam. His mind was elsewhere. Looking at Ron made Harry also realize that in the very next week, he would have to face the inexorable task of battling Voldemort for the final time. Sighing deeply, he looked back down at his exam and began filling in the answers.

As the sun was setting, the entire group was sitting outside, staring blankly into the sky. They all sat in an awkward and comfortable silence all at the same time. Naturally, Draco and Ron were the ones to break it.

"Bloody hell!" Ron yelled out. Everyone jumped visibly except for Ava. She seemed to be engaged with the colors in the sky. There was a spot in the sky where it seemed to be changing colors. This spot was between the darkness of night, the light of day, and the red of the horizon. She squinted at it, ignoring her classmates.

"What the fuck is your problem, Weasley? You scared the shit out of me!" Draco yelled. Ron looked at him for a moment. He sighed and stepped out in front of everyone.

"This is fucking depressing. You all are sitting here in this ill at ease silence and you all look as if your best friend just died," Ron said. Everyone looked at him. Ron obviously was not trying to make a joke. He looked dead serious.

"That was a bad analogy, Ron," Neville said.

"Piss off, Neville," Ron said irritably. He sighed when he saw Hermione's face. "Sorry, Neville. It's just that I know everyone is all tense and stuff about this battle we have ahead of us. You all don't need to look as though you are going to your deaths." With this, Ron turned around towards the empty field below them. He spread his arms out. "WHAT THE HELL ARE YOU WAITING FOR, HUH! YOU DON'T FUCKING SCARE ME, YOU PIECE OF SHIT WIZARD!" he yelled. Behind him, Harry smirked. Harry walked up behind his best mate.

"Ron, thanks," he said. Ron looked down slightly at Harry. Ron had to be the only one not to feel as though Harry was going to die.

"For what it's worth, Harry, I have complete faith in you," he said. Harry smiled. Hermione smiled at her two best friends.

Late that night, Neve walked up to Harry in the Gryffindor common room. Harry was half asleep with Ginny sleeping on his shoulder. Neve leaned down in his face. The only other noises in the room were the sounds of Ron's snoring and Hermione's soft breathing.

"Harry?" Neve whispered softly. Harry seemed to be looking directly at her, but Neve could tell he really could not see her. "Harry?" she said a little louder, touching his shoulder. Harry's eyes focused on her as he blinked.

"What is it, Neve?" he whispered back at her.

"I need to borrow the Marauder's Ma," she said urgently. Harry stared uncomprehendingly at her for a moment.

"Why? It's late. Surely you're not thinking of sneaking out. It's too dangerous," Harry said. Neve just stared at him. Harry sighed. "It's in my dormitory at the bottom of my trunk. You know which one is mine, right?"

"Yeah. Thanks, Harry." With that, Neve disappeared towards the boys' dormitories. Harry watched her go. He had a fleeting suspicion that something bad was about to happen. There was only one thing he could do.

'Ava?'

Ava blinked her eyes open. She groaned when she realized that it was not yet morning. Closing her eyes, she took a deep breath.

'This had better be good, Harry,' she responded. She heard Harry mentally laugh.

'I suppose this is relatively important. I have a task for Draco.'

'And what is this so-called task, Harry?'

'Neve just asked for my map of Hogwarts. I think she might be thinking of going to Hogsmeade right now.'

'Hogsmeade? This late at night? Why would she be going to Hogsmeade?'

'If I knew, would we be having this conversation? Tell Draco to follow Neve. She should be heading that direction in a couple of minutes.'

'Why can't you follow her?'

'Neve is the Queen of Espionage. I suck at it. Draco is far better at it than me and I'm pretty sure he would not mind the task of spying on Neve. Especially if she's doing what I hope she isn't doing.'

'Touché, Harry. Fine. I'll tell him. Now, will you leave me alone.'

'Merci beaucoup, Ava.'

'Shut up, Harry,' Ava cut off the telepathic communication. She sighed heavily and sat up out of her bed. She put on her slippers and started for the common room. When she arrived down there, Draco was reading a book intently. He had his wand out and was pointing it at a metal ball.

"Draco?" Ava said quietly. Draco turned on her, mumbling a curse. Ava held out her hand, throwing up a barrier. The curse hung in the air for a moment, then disintegrated into nothing. Ava dropped her hand, looking extremely tired.

"Don't do that. I could've killed you and earned even more of your brother's wrath," Draco said, his voice dripping with derision. Ava rolled her eyes.

"Harry has a task for you. You get to spy on Neve. Apparently, she's leaving to go somewhere tonight. He's a little suspicious because she asked for the Marauder's Map. She should be passing the entrance in about two minutes," Ava said. Draco just stared at her.

"And why can't Potter follow her? Why do I have to do it?" he asked. Ava resisted the urge to just blast him and go back to sleep.

"Because Neve has heightened senses and you're the only other one good enough to follow and not be found out. She's coming around now. When you follow her, try not to think too much. Neve is Telepathic on some level by hidden Telepathy. She doesn't even realize when she does it. She might pick up your signature and your cover will be blown," Ava said, sensing Neve's mind signature. Draco sighed and stood up, grabbing his wand.

"Tell Potter he owes me big time for this bloody chore. I'm not Neve's babysitter." Draco started for the exit. Ava sighed.

"Draco?" she said, lowering her head. Draco stopped and turned his head to the side. "Don't hurt him," Ava nearly whispered. Draco knew who she was referring to. He also knew that was why Neve was leaving so late at night. Draco stood there for one more moment, then turned his head forward.

"I won't make any promises, Ava." With that, the young Malfoy left Ava standing alone in the common room. Ava sighed and went back up to her dormitory.

Neve held the light of her wand to the map. She saw Draco's dot heading in the opposite direction of her. Looking puzzled for a moment, she quickly returned to trying to find the quickest route to Hogsmeade using the secret tunnels. Finding a relatively close passage, Neve put the map in her pocket and headed off.
Draco turned around, seeing Neve's light go out. He did an abrupt turn as quietly as possible and started following Neve. He followed Neve all the way down into a murky tunnel. Draco took a deep breath and stepped in the sludge on the ground. After taking a few steps, he stepped on something that made a crunching sound.
Neve turned around quickly, lighting her wand in the process. Her eyes darted from side to side. Nothing appeared to be in darkness. Neve lowered her wand and took a deep breath.

"Come on, Neve. You are way too jumpy tonight," she mumbled to herself. She turned and continued to walk through the tunnel.

Draco sighed and stepped from around the corner. He saw Neve's body disappear around a curve in the tunnel. Cursing to himself, he continued to follow her in silence.
At the end of the tunnel was a stone staircase. Neve went up the staircase and saw what looked like a wooden door. She pushed the heavy door up and felt the crisp night air hit her. Looking around in the darkness, she deduced that she was somewhere behind the Three Broomsticks. Quietly stepping out of the tunnel, she looked around cautiously. Finding no one in sight, she looked at the paper with the room number on it. Neve closed it in her hand and started walking.
Draco followed Neve out and saw her disappear around the corner. He pulled the hood of his plain black robe over his head and held his wand in his right hand. He saw Neve turn into an inn. If Draco had any doubts about where Neve was going, they had just been proven false.
Neve went to room 10 as instructed. For a good five minutes, she stared blankly at the door. Taking a deep breath, she reached for the handle to see if it was locked. The knob turned with ease and Neve pushed the door open. Stepping inside, she looked around in the darkness.

"Hello?" she called out. There was another room connecting to the one Neve stood in. She looked at the floor and saw light emanating from the space between the floor and the door. Neve reached for the knob and turned it slowly.

Tommy turned around as the door opened. Neve stopped in her tracks. For a moment, all the two could do was stare at each other. Tommy was the first to come back to reality.

"Neve," he said as Neve started walking briskly towards him. He took a step back, thinking she was going to knock him out. Instead, she jumped up, throwing her arms around his neck, and catching his lips in a deep kiss. Tommy just stood there with his eyes open. Neve broke the kiss and stepped back. "I didn't think you would come," Tommy whispered. Neve just smirked.

"You looked a little frightened of me while I was walking over here. Surely you didn't think that I was actually going to hurt you, did you?" she said jokingly. Tommy chuckled.

"Even if you're only five feet tall, you're still pretty intimidating, Neve. You have more defined muscles than most boys I know. Plus, I thought you were going to knock me out. I wouldn't even blame you if you di..." Before the words came out, Tommy's head snapped to the side from the force of Neve's tiny fist hitting his jaw.

Neve looked down at Tommy, not really feeling the least bit sad about what she had just done. Tommy rubbed his jaw and moved it around. Surprisingly enough, it was not broken. He looked at Neve in his peripheral vision and saw her eyes. She did not really want to hurt him, but it was mandatory that she let him know she was not in any way pleased with him.

"Well, I suppose I had that one coming." He straightened up. Neve nodded and crossed her arms.

"So, Tommy. Where do we go from here? I'm going to have to fight you eventually," Neve said, sounding a bit irate. Tommy shrugged.

"I doubt that I would EVER fight you, Neve. After tonight, I'm not sure what will happen. My father is a nasty piece of work Voldemort blinded my mother," Tommy said, squeezing his fists together. Neve's eyes widened.

"Why did he do that? He must love your mother if he gave her kids," Neve said. Tommy shook his head.

"If he really does love her, he has a very funny way of showing it." Tommy reached out for Neve, cupping her cheek. Neve closed her eyes and let her head rest. Tommy stepped closer to her. Then, he noticed something as he removed his hand. Neve's cheek had suddenly turned red.

Draco stood in the doorway, looking at the scene before him. He grinded his teeth together at the sight of Neve actually taking what he deemed to be straight bull from Tommy. He watched as Tommy seemed intrigued by something on Neve's face.

Neve felt a strange burning on her cheek. The pain intensified with every second. She held her face. Tommy just stared at her in confusion. She was starting to suck in breath through her clenched teeth.

"Neve, are you okay?" he asked. Neve shook her head.

"It burns, Tommy! It burns so bad." Neve looked up at him. Tommy removed her hand. He gasped at what he saw. Neve looked confused at the look on his face. Turning to a mirror in the room, Neve saw what she had not seen for a year on her face: the "X" that Voldemort had burned into her cheek the previous year.

Draco raised an eyebrow. From where he was hiding, he could see the mark on Neve's face. It meshed horribly with her skin. The look in Neve's eyes told him that something was very wrong. Draco stood up to make his presence known.

Harry opened his eyes, his scar suddenly on fire. Ginny's head rolled off of his shoulder and into his lap. She sat up, blinking. Harry held his forehead. Her eyes widened.

"Are you okay, Harry?" she asked. Harry nodded as the burning seemed to calm down a bit.

"Yeah. I'm fine. Go back to sleep." Harry relaxed back in the chair. Ginny nodded sleepily while yawning. She rested her head back on Harry's shoulders and in mere seconds she was sleeping soundly again.

Tommy and Neve turned to look at Draco. Neve watched the blond boy traverse across the floor in no more than five quick strides. By the time Tommy had reached for his wand, Draco had punched him in the face. Tommy felt his nose break. His wand rolled a short distance away from him. Before Tommy could summon it with Soliopathy, Draco had his wand practically up Tommy's bloody nose. Neve just watched the scene, still holding her burning cheek.

"Malfoy," Tommy practically growled. Draco scowled down at him.

" Zaviera, or should I say Riddle? I don't know which name to call you by," Draco said in a contemptuous tone. Tommy narrowed his eyes. For a moment, Draco saw a flash of gold in Tommy's normally blue eyes. His countenance dropped for only a second.

"I prefer Zaviera, if you don't mind," Tommy said.

"Whatever. I should kill you right now," Draco said, pressing the Wand into Tommy's forehead.

"What's stopping you?" Tommy asked. Draco's whole expression changed after he heard those words. Tommy obviously did not care if Draco killed him right there.

"Expelliarmus!" Neve yelled. Draco's wand flew clear across the room. He turned his head to look at Neve. She was holding her wand steadily.

"Neve? What's your fucking problem?"

"Draco, he's not bad," Neve said, not lowering her wand. Draco's mouth hung open in a stupor for a second.

"Are you fucking daft? For a whole fucking year, you've been sleeping with the bloody enemy and all you can say now is that he's not bad? Are you really that blind?" Draco yelled at her. Neve just stared at him, looking every bit the part of a warrior.

"Draco, you will never understand..." Neve's voice trailed off.

"I understood you pretty well last November," Draco said. Neve's whole face changed into one of sheer anger. Tommy was watching this, wondering what they were talking about.

"You fucking cunt..." Neve looked ready to tackle Draco. Before she could say anything else, the door leading to the corridor opened, startling everyone. In stepped four very evil people: Bellatrix Lestrange, Lucius Malfoy, Rodolphus Lestrange, and Voldemort himself. Aurora was behind Bellatrix. Draco growled something illegible when he saw his father.

"Hello. Tomás, I see you have done exactly what I expected of you," Voldemort said. Tommy looked confused. He stood up, wiping his nose.

"What the bloody hell are you talking about?" he asked. Voldemort ignored him and started walking towards Neve. Neve pointed her wand at his chest. Voldemort stepped right into it.

"What are you waiting for, Neveah? Do you not wish for me to be dead?" Voldemort asked. Neve just smirked.

"I couldn't kill you even if I wanted to and you know that. I can however, kill one of them. Avada Kedavra!" In a flash, Neve had shot to her left at Rodolphus. The jet of red light hit him square in the chest. Bellatrix gasped as her husband fell to the ground, dead.

"You little bitch!" Bellatrix almost came over to her. She was halted by Voldemort's hand. He was still looking at Neve and Neve was still looking at him. She was smirking sadistically.

"You would make an excellent Death Eater, Neveah. Only certain people know how to use that curse to its full potential and from the size of that curse, I'd say you've gotten the hang of it."

"Sorry, Voldy, but I'm not looking for a job right now," Neve said, pointing her and at Bellatrix. "Now, leave before I do your other faithful servant."

"Expelliarmus!" Lucius yelled. Neve's wand flew out of her hand. She glared at him. She looked back up at Voldemort, who was now smirking. He grabbed her by the neck and squeezed. Tommy stepped forward.

"Let her go," he said. Voldemort ignored him. Draco squeezed his fists together. Voldemort pushed Neve into Lucius' grasp. He held her tightly.

"Before we entered, heard a little squabble between you and Draco over there. Tell me, Neveah, what it was about." Voldemort said. Neve's eyes widened. Draco's mouth hung open. Voldemort snapped his fingers.

"I'm not telling you shit," Neve said.

Aurora blinked as the red color in her eyes disappeared. She looked around her and did not recognize her surroundings. In about ten seconds, she took in all of the people in the room, including Neve and Draco.

"Neve?" Aurora asked, looking at her sister. Neve looked at Aurora, seeing that she was free. She smiled weakly. Aurora looked over and saw Draco. Before she could move, Bellatrix had said a spell.

"Legatura," she mumbled. The ropes of light swirled around Aurora. As Aurora took a step, she fell to the ground. Neve gasped. Bellatrix trained her wand on Aurora.

"Tell me what happened, Neveah. Tell me what happened between you and young Malfoy over there," Voldemort said. Tommy frowned and looked at Neve. Neve still said nothing. Voldemort looked at Bellatrix.

"Crucio!" she yelled. The curse hit Aurora full on. She writhed and screamed in pain. Neve turned her head away.

Harry opened his eyes again. His body was starting to ache.

'Aurora's being hit with a curse. Something's not right,' he thought to himself.

Neve squeezed her eyes shut. She willed herself in her mind not to cry. She was not going to give Voldemort that satisfaction of knowing that he could get to her like that. Neve looked over at Draco. He was looking at Aurora.

"STOP IT!" Draco yelled. Bellatrix stopped the curse. Draco looked at Voldemort. "Neve and I just kissed. That was all," Draco said. Aurora was in too much pain to notice his words. Her breathing sounded strangled. Tommy, on the other hand, heard this loud and clear. He glared at Neve, then back at Draco.

"What?" he said in a deep voice. Neve hung her head low. Voldemort stared at Draco.

"You are lying, Draco," Voldemort said. Draco's eyes widened. "Tell the truth," Voldemort said.

"What the hell are you talking about? That is the bloody truth!" Draco yelled. Voldemort shook his head and looked at Bellatrix.

"Crucio!" she yelled again. Aurora started screaming in absolute anguish. Draco squeezed his eyes shut. Neve watched her sister. She could not take seeing her sister in pain any longer.

"Abbiamo avuti sesso!" Neve yelled. Draco's eyes widened. He knew enough Italian to know what she had just said. It took Bellatrix completely off guard as well. She stopped concentrating on the curse and it stopped. Voldemort looked at Neve.

"Say it again," Voldemort said.

"Abbiamo avuti sesso," Neve said. Aurora, who was starting to hear coherent words, widened her eyes at what Neve had just divulged.

"In English," Voldemort said. Neve paused and looked at Tommy. Tommy was already looking pretty pissed off. Neve took a deep breath.

"We...had..." Neve could not finish, but Tommy knew what was going to come after that last word. He glared at Draco. Draco stared right back at him with the same amount of malevolence. Voldemort turned towards his son.

"Do you really think that Neveah is the one for you if she's sleeping around with other people, Tomás?" he said scathingly. Tommy turned his hateful scowl towards Voldemort. Instead of responding, he looked over at Neve. Neve was looking back at him.

"I'm sorry," Neve whispered. Tommy just stared at her. The burn mark on her face seemed to be even more noticeable now. Tommy turned and promptly left the room without a word. Voldemort smirked. He took out his own wand and pointed it at Aurora.

"Dormez," he said. Aurora slumped to the ground, the ropes of light disappearing. He then pointed his wand at Draco. Before Draco could react, Voldemort said the charm. "Dormez." Draco fell to the ground, out cold. "They should wake up in a few hours. Lucius, take Neveah out of here. Bellatrix, leave a note." Voldemort walked off. Neve was too spent to even object to Lucius dragging her off. Bellatrix pulled out a piece of parchment and walked out of the room.

Ava's eyes popped open. Something was very wrong.

AN: This chapter took a long time to write. It's well over 10 pages long. Sorry, but I wanted to convey this entire scene out in one chapter. THANX!