A/N: Short and sweet, just the way I like it. WARNING: Confusion and 'what the fuck' shall be found in this chapter. :P Enjoy!
Disclaimer: If Harry Potter was mine, Belinda would exist and Dramione would be cannon. That is all.
Much like that day in St Mungo's when she had awoken after three years of peaceful sleeping, there was a light swimming above Belinda's vision as she blearily opened her eyes. But, unlike that day, she was not in St Mungo's, nor was that a normal lamp above the bed. She was not even in a bed, and the room was... cold, ever so cold. She blinked several times in confusion, desperately wanting everything to swim back into focus so she could understand why she was on a hard ground, why it was so cold and why the only light around her was right above her. The moment everything snapped into focus Belinda wished she could go back to her unconscious state.
Okay, this is not happening. Jamie and Toby are not dead, nor are Ron or Mrs Weasley or - Merlin Angelina's not dead either... Damn. But wait! Hermione didn't betray you, she's still Hermione. Your siblings are still alive, they're not dead. Bellatrix didn't fucking come back from the dead and Lucius didn't get out of... wherever the hell he had been? There were no followers of Bellatrix that had ruined the wedding which hadn't even happened yet. And you know that none of that happened because that would explain why you were here, and you most definitely aren't here and LORD FUCKING VOLDEMORT IS NOT STANDING ABOVE YOU STARING DOWN AT YOU BECAUSE HARRY KILLED HIM AND THIS CREATURE CANNOT BE ALIVE AGAIN!
She screamed at herself as she blinked disbelievingly up above her into the glowing red eyes of You-Know-Who. Her body began to tremble violently and her eyes slammed shut. Almost immediately she felt herself actually wake up and when her eyes snapped open once more he wasn't there and she was alone. But it was still cold, she was still on the floor, and it was still completely dark. What the actual fuck was going on here? Belinda had no clue where she was and she wasn't sure if she'd been sleeping before or not because everything was the same except the 'Dark Lord' was not standing above her with that snake slit nose and red eyes.
"Hello?" She called out and almost jumped at the sound of her own voice. It was dainty, soft, sweet as honey and nothing at all like her normal voice which was just... nothing like this girly one she had adopted. She cleared her throat and tried again but to no avail, her voice still sounded like she was about to barf rainbows. With a shake of her head, Belinda dragged herself off the ground and made her way around the pitch black room in search of some way to get out of the darkness. She could feel it closing in on her, feel the way that her breaths came out in short rasps. Her panic began to overtake her as she imagined monsters in the darkness before her hand collided with something she knew well.
"Lumos!" She gasped as she lifted the wand and light came forth from it. She was startled as she looked down at her hand. It was as pale as Draco's skin and her fingers were ever so slim and they looked so damn soft. Her nails were painted silver and blue and she felt her brow furrow in confusion. She peered around the room and immediately spied a lamp by a very regal looking bed. The four poster bed was made of a rich, dark colour, the curtains adoring it contrasting with the darkness by being a transparent, purple colour. Despite the contrast between light and dark, the two textures complimented one another. Her eyes trailed to the plain bed covers and the mountain of pillows - all in various silvers and purples. The quilt cover itself was a simple purple with silver trimming around the edge. It looked... comfortable?
At the food of the bed was a purple rug to match the quilt cover and at the end of the quilt cover was a wooden dresser - the same wood as the four poster bed was made out of. Flanking the bed was smaller versions of the dresser, bedside tables and against the wall was three large bookcases bursting with books. The room looked fit for someone with fine tastes and everything had that expensive, just bought look but the small signs of wear and tear showed that everything was well looked after but had been around for a while. On the bed was a single item that Belinda had overlooked before and she moved towards it. She gasped as she saw a cat buried amongst the pillows, perfectly white fur as it's soft purr filled Belinda's ears.
She looked down to the floor and realised she had been lying on it before. "Huh," she furrowed her brow and gasped again at the sound of her own voice once more, still that soft, sweet tone. There was an innocence to her tone that reminded her of Jamie. The familiar pang in her heart caused her to crumble to her knees and they crashed against the cold wood. She shivered again as she realised how cold it was in here and looked up, searching for warmth. She spied a fireplace on the other side of the room that she hadn't looked at, this time a silver rug in front of it and two purple, soft looking chairs there with a table in between them and a vase of blue flowers in the middle of the table.
Still confused as to whether this was a dream or not, Belinda moved over to the chair and sank into one of them, revelling in the softness on her cold skin. She pointed the wand in her hand at the logs and in as calm a tone as she could, she cast a quick spell and the fire sprang to life. Almost immediately, warmth washed over her skin and she learnt forwards, rubbing her hands in front of the fire and feeling a magical spell stopping her from getting to close. She presumed that was what kept the fire from spreading onto the rug or potentially burning the room. Wherever she was, she didn't feel frightened at being caught. And it was strange, because she wasn't in her own body, she had a wand in her hand that most certainly wasn't hers, she had no clue where she was, but a strange sense of calm had settled over her.
"I need a mirror," she mumbled to herself suddenly as she caught sight of her legs. So pale, so skinny and long. They were amazing, completely hairless, they went for miles and she slid one finger over her legs. Real, they were real. She would've killed for legs like this if she wasn't in such a weird situation. She peered around the room and noticed a small mirror on the bedside table. She leapt up and ran over to it, picking it up and avoiding pointing it at herself as she set it against the bed. "Engorgio!" The mirror swelled up to her size and she gasped at the sight before her.
She was a Malfoy.
There was absolutely no doubt in her mind, she looked like a bloody mini Narcissa. Her eyes were sparkling blue, but if she leant closer she could see that they had flecks of silver-grey all through them that added an interesting effect and were a far cry from her normal, simple brown eyes with slight tones lighter and darker than the main brown of her eyes. Her hair fell around her face dead straight - at least that was like her raven hair before the incident - and silvery pale as Draco, Lucius and Narcissa's. Her high cheekbones were attractive on her pale skin, her chin narrow and her body curvaceous in all of the right places. She turned this way and that, admiring her new figure and then that fear settled in and she pinched herself as hard as she could.
THIS. WAS. REAL.
"HELP!" She screamed, spinning around the room and noticing there wasn't a fucking door. WHO THE HELL LIVED IN A ROOM WITHOUT A DOOR? "Help me, please! HELP!" Her voice gained volume and sounded shrill, frightened, girly. There was a window. She ran straight for it, shoving the offensive purple curtains out of her way and letting out a shriek of horror as she saw the bars on it. She pressed her face up against the bars and stared down below her. She was in a tower, locked away like Rapunzel. There were guards at the bottom of her tower and there was no civilisation anywhere near her. She reached a hand forward to bash against the glass when she was suddenly thrown backwards and landed square on her back. "No," she gasped as she clutched her head which had slammed painfully against the floor.
"Elladora?"
That voice. So melodic and beautiful, she'd never been so grateful to hear Narcissa Malfoy's voice in... well, ever. "Narcissa!" She cried, charging straight for the woman who had literally appeared out of nowhere. She latched onto her and clung tightly, feeling frazzled and scared. This woman had always been so kind and welcoming to her, knowing about her and Draco's friendship from the start and keeping Lucius from calling her mudblood. "Elladora," she said in a scolding tone and Belinda looked up with confusion swimming in her eyes.
"Don't you dare refer to me as 'Narcissa' - I am your mother," Narcissa looked wounded and Belinda just looked startled.
"No Narcissa, you don't understand-" Belinda began but the outrage on her 'mother's face halted her.
"I thought you were in trouble, Elladora, why are you insisting on calling me Narcissa? What is this ridiculousness? You know I must hide you away again, if your father were to ever know about you, why I dare not to think of what would happen to you. Stop being childish and call for me when you are ready to speak to me properly once more." Narcissa snapped, that hurt look still in her eyes as she vanished into thin air.
"No!" Belinda screamed after her and let out a growl as she fell to the floor and banged her fist against it. Too many things were swimming through her mind and the realisation that she was trapped in a tower with Narcissa believing her to be some girl called Elladora who was apparently Narcissa's daughter and therefore Draco's sister was too confusing for Belinda and once again the blackness caved in on her.
A/N: Confused? So am I. Anyways, hope you enjoyed this chapter and all shall be cleared up soon! I know you were all hoping for some George/Belinda love but this is so-oo much more fun in my opinion and don't worry, you'll get it soon! Love you all.
STILL NEED A BETA! ALSO:
If I were to write a Dramione story about the Dramione in this one, would any of you read it? Because I had a brilliant idea but i'm not sure if I should even bother writing it.