Chapter 8: The Vows

I could feel my arm burning even after Voldemort's grasp left it. The mark red hot but quickly turning black on my forearm. I couldn't cry, I wouldn't let him see that. Not today. I got up and followed him through a door and down a hallway into a room that looked like a ball room designed for a King or Queen. There were tables lined up around the room filled with people that I didn't recognize. In the middle of the room stood Draco. Everything that was about to happen began to rush through my brain. I was going to have to marry Draco, produce an heir, all while being a death eater against my will. This was all happening way too fast and I couldn't even think through how my life was going to change yet again. Voldemort led me to the middle of the room where Draco was waiting. I saw blaise in the corner, passed out. That explained why I couldn't sense him, he wasn't even functioning. I saw the magical force field surrounding him keeping him from walking up and holding his power within him. Keeping him from using any magic at all, which also meant I couldn't use wandless magic to fix it.

Voldemort turned towards both of us, looked between the two, smiled, and then he began. "We are all gathered here tonight to witness the joinment of these two families. This unification will help solidify our power. However, there are rules that you must follow. You Eleanor must produce an heir within one year. Okay let's begin." The entire ceremony went by in a blur, I don't actually remember doing anything, except when we made the unbreakable vow to each other, that I remember…

I Eleanor Zabini vow that I will produce an heir before the end of this year, starting today, I also vow to keep my place under that of my husband. I vow to fight with him always, never fighting against him. If he should die from my hand that I myself will die along with my twin brother. This I vow with my life.

What did I do? The next thing I actively remember was when the entire room erupted in cheers and hollars. All I could do was lean into Draco. He was the only person who understood what was going on. We were forced to join a cult basically, and to be married all within 3 hours. The after party went on for what seemed like forever, halfway through, Voldemort allowed for Blaise to be released along with the rest of my family. But they kept us apart. They played music, but I was in no mood to dance or even pay any attention to Draco. In fact, every single time he reached for me(except for when we were in the presence of Voldemort) I pulled away. At one point Lucius and Voldemort came up to both Draco and I, Voldemort wanted to talk to Draco, and my new father in law asked me to dance. I couldn't refuse, so I nodded and took his grimy disgusting hand.

"Well, well, Eleanor. You are actually really quite good at dancing, shame my son has yet to have the chance to dance with his own wife. His grip on my waist tightened, and he pulled me in closer. I could feel every inch of him right up against me, down to the building bulge down there. I closed my eyes and tried to put a smidge of space in between our bodies. That's when he said the thing I feared the most. "I know my son won't do what needs t be done, so I made a deal with our Lord. When my son fails to bed you, it will be my turn to prove who should have been the one to own you." He growled in my ear and then he twirled me out and left me alone in the middle of a room that seemed to grow 10x bigger with all the stares I received as Lucius stormed off.

The next thing I knew, Voldemort has made an announcement to everyone left in the room. "Attention, seeing as how it is quite late I am officially bringing this party to a close. Goodnight everyone, and to Mr and Mrs Draco Malfoy, hope the next time I see you, you're quite… expecting. He looked directly at me held the eye contact for a solid minute. Then he pulled away from the room. Slowly everyone left and Draco had said his goodbyes to most of the death eaters he came up behind me, grabbed my hand and pulled me through to the kitchen and out the back door.

"Draco, where are you taking me." No response, he just kept walking. I stopped, "Draco!" he paused "Where the fuck are you taking me" he turned around and grabbed my hand and then we were gone. When my feet hit solid ground they didn't stay there long, I felt my body fall to the ground and anything I had been forced to eat tonight came up.

"Come on, we have to get going." He walked away from me leaving me on the ground in a puddle of my own vomit. He was walking towards a cottage like building, but it was much too big to be a cottage. It was on top of a small hill in the middle of nowhere. "I will leave the door unlocked while you get yourself sorted and all." That was the last thing he said to me before completely leaving and entering the cottage on top of the hill. I slowly stood up after what seemed like forever. I made my way up the hill, when I reached for the handle I looked down at my dress, it was covered in vomit. Great. I reached for my wand, but it wasn't where I thought it would be. Suddenly after checking all over I couldn't find it anywhere. Draco had to have it. \

I rushed inside and found Draco just sitting at the table with my wand in front of him, snapped in half. He didn't turn around or even look at me, rather he just stood up and walked towards a door on the far side from me. "There is a bathroom on the other side of the room. Don't be long." was all he said.

"What about my wand." I demanded. He just sighed and closed the door behind him. I turned around and looked at the room, it was a kitchen with a full kitchen and attached dining room. Little did he know I knew wandless magic. I went to the bathroom and started the shower. I thought back on everything that happened, how I miss my family, and my brother. Oh how I miss my brother. What would Harry think, and Ginny? They would never want to even look at me again. I stood in the shower, naked, alone, and mentally I was dead. I summoned a knife, even though I promised Blaise, I knew deep down there was no way he survived Voldemort. I was alone, and married to a family of monsters. I took the knife and dragged it down my thigh. One… Two… Three… it wasn't enough, it was never enough. If my brother was gone than I will find him again. I took the knife and lined it up to my wrists, the tears clouding my vision, I was past the point of no return. I was already dead, I died the moment I met Draco Malfoy. I was just using borrowed time. I ran the knife down hard and fast. The blood came out fast, too fast. I moved my feet to try and get out of the shower but slipped and hit my head on the ground. The next thing I remember was the water pouring down and seeing my brother sitting with me, holding me, crying. Then darkness.

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