Chapter 6
After the death of Dumbledore, came more triumphs for you-know-who's cause. Lucius escaped Azkaban, we infiltrated the ministry, and the Potter boy took the Dark Lord's place as undesirable number one. There was really only one mission left: capture Harry Potter so Voldemort could kill him. Apparently it had to be that way. No one else could kill him. I was fine with that. Many of the death eaters offered up their services to commit the murder, but the Dark Lord refused. My sister was the most willing, but she was the only one in my family to oblige.
While I tried to protect my son by making him complete his final year at Hogwarts, my husband and sister and the rest of the death eaters were trying to find Potter. He had gone on the run. Snatchers, a brute squad of Death Eaters were dispatched all over to find Potter, and people of lesser blood statuses. There came a time where the Dark Lord's name became a taboo. Anyone who said it would be focused on and either killed or captured. Potter was apparently one of the few people who were brave enough to say the Dark Lord's name. It eventually worked it's magic on him.
Someone who greatly resembled Potter and two accomplices were brought to our manor one night. Draco was home from school on a holiday. He'd be best at identifying the boy. But Draco gave no verdict. The mysterious swelling of Potter's face distracted him. According to the mudblood Granger's wand, he'd been hit with a stinging jinx. It seemed to my sister that the girl would be the best person to interrogate. She ordered me to send Potter and the Weasley boy to the dungeon. When I came back, Bella was doing what she did best: torturing.
As I watched my sister massacre my son's classmate, I was taken aback at the surprise attack from Potter and Weasley. They'd somehow broken out of the cellar. The red head disarmed Bellatrix with a wand I recognized as Wormtail's. The oaf had been taken down by unarmed children.
Lucius was taken out first; Draco and I fought the boys. Bella stepped in by holding the Granger girl hostage. Potter and Weasley backed off, their noble tendencies handicapped them. Lucius recovered, and prepared to call the Dark Lord. But a shocking noise stopped us all in our tracks. I followed my sister's glance and saw a surprising sight: our old house elf dismantling our chandelier.
We all dodged the falling death trap, but the distraction caused us all our wands. I was disarmed by the house elf. I was too stunned to be offended. I was completely speechless. Dobby had served us for years; he'd been loyal to us once. Or so I had thought.
"How dare you take a witch's wand!" Bella scolded. She knew exactly who this house elf was. "How dare you defy your masters!"
"Dobby has no master," he squeaked defiantly. "Dobby is a free elf. And Dobby has come to save Harry Potter, and his friends!" Although my eyes never left Dobby and his huddle of, "friends," I could see my sister's knife fly through the room. It met the wall just in time to apparate with them. Likely, it hit one of them. I had an idea which one.