"If there are no opinions to give than I believe I have made my decision."
My breath caught and I felt like I was suffocating. I was so scared. Was he about to kill me. The nerves of the entire night weighed down on me.
"Potter will live for now. Think of it as a test potter. One wrong move and your dead. I will not hesitate to kill you. Having you on my side, however, would be rather beneficial. So you will live and if you prove to me your loyalty in the next couple days you will live." He wasn't going to kill me. He would allow me to stay. I could hardly believe my ears. I could barely get words out of my mouth so I settled for something simple.
"thank you." Was all that came out.
"Dolohov would you take potter to a spare room and then return to this room. I need to speak with yourself, Bellatrix, and Lucius. The rest of you may leave. Apparently the death eater that had originally grabbed me was dolohov. He grabbed a hold of my arm(a little too forcefully) and led me from the room, leaving a whole lot of glares and curious looks behind. Dolohov and I walked through the mansion without speaking. He never loosed his grip on my arm, but also didn't seam that worried about me running off. Perhaps his grip was a sort of way to dish out his anger towards me. We eventually reached a door which he opened and gestured inside. I walked in and heard the door close behind. No one ever said death eaters were the welcoming type. I briefly examined the room. There was a bed, some drawers, a desk and chair, a closet, and a mirror. Adjoined to it was a bathroom. It was rather modest, but I had been living in a camp for the last year. To me this was a castle. I considered a shower, but exhaustion won out and I collapsed on the bed. To my surprise all my fears and safety walls fell and I allowed myself to be totally vulnerable through sleep.
when I awoke I could see light out my window. I laid in bed, not really sure what to do. I wasn't sure what I was expected or allowed to do, even. I finally decided to start with a shower. After getting up I noticed that someone had brought clothing while I was sleeping. Heat rushed to my face as I realized how much of a mess I must have appeared last night. I had been living in a camp and there was only some much one could do to keep cleaned and we were limited on supplies. I walked over and examined the clothing. There was a simple black t-shirt, navy blue skirt, and dantey looking black heels. There was also a black cape with a silver clasp on it and a plain hair band. It was all rather simple, which it was quite grateful for.
I walked into the bathroom, undressed, and entered the shore. I stayed in there quite a while, allowing the hot water to hit my skin and ease the tension I felt. After getting out I dressed, tried to fight with my hair to force it into a somewhat presentable position, brushed my teeth, and then headed back out of the room.
I almost fell on my face as I stepped out of the bathroom trying to avoid the small figure standing in the doorway. When I gathered myself I saw a house elf that looked very worried that she had done something wrong. I tried to put a pleasant expression on my face.
"hello."
"Master tell me to come get young mistress when she is awake. Master wants to see young mistress immediately."
"which master wants to see me, err... I don't know your name."
"my name is whimsy ms. And the master that sent whimsy is the master of all the masters." Great, so Voldemort wanted to see me already. I was once again terrified. What if he changed his mind. What if he decided it wasn't worth keeping me around. I had to go anyway.
"where does master want to see me." Master says whimsy is to bring mistress to the study. As I considered this my stomach growled. I hadn't realized how hungry I was. It made sense since it had to be later in the day. I hadn't gone to bed until about three in the morning.
"whimsy, what time is it?"
"it's one in the afternoon, miss." Whoa, yep it's late. I would have to see about food after seeing Voldemort. If I was still alive, that is.
"Okay, let's go whimsy." Whimsy led me out of my room and down the hall. We went down the flight of stairs that I had traveled up with dolohov last night. As we walked we past a few stray death eaters along the way. Whispers, glares, and intrigued glances followed us all the way. When we finally reached a door near the room I had been taken to last night we stopped. Whispy disaperated and I was left to great my former arch enemy on my own.