Dark Blood // D.M.

PARIS

Armena Riddle-Lestrange 

"It should be right here" Draco muttered as we turned a corner.

A magical bronze statue, of a woman sitting on a pedestal, stood in the middle of a small square. It was overcast today in Paris, but for some reason the statue seemed to glow golden in the middle of the grey scene. I followed Draco down the stairs, watching as he stopped and looked around. We watched as a group of school children ran past us giggling over something.

"Bloody muggles" he muttered.

I rolled my eyes, shaking my head at Draco's comments. Draco waved his wand over the grey stone. The bronze statue came to life, moving her limbs and robes out of the way, for us to make our way through the stone. 

"After you" Draco motioned his hand. 

I stepped through the stone, I felt my jaw drop as I watched several people mill about on the cobble stone roads. 

"Welcome to Place Cachée, Armena" he whispered in my ear.

I looked around at the narrow street filled with several wizarding shops. I spun around, amazed by the various owls and creatures flying around the area. I felt Draco grab my arm and pull me towards a dark narrow alley, completely out of sight. He leaned me against the cold brick wall and propped both of his arms beside my head, trapping me under his body.

"Since you didn't like the name Potter for our disguise, you have to come up with another one and fast" he whispered.

I glanced over to a group of men eyeing Draco and I suspiciously. I bit my lip, going through a list of names in my head. The Parkinson name would be easily recognized. The Allards had so many ties to France, so that it would be a huge mistake to even consider that. Potter's name was well known and Blaise's mom remarried so many times, who knows who they are connected to anymore. 

"Scorpius and Leta Constance" I whispered, looking up at the blonde haired boy.

Draco furrowed his brow and looked down on me. I glanced back over to the group of men who seemed to have disappeared.

"Don't question it Draco, like you said we have to be careful" I wiggled my brows at him. 

He nodded his head and then turned, continuing down the alleyway. We stopped in front of a dirty looking black door. The sign above revealed a name in gold lettering, Hotel De Ginestou. Draco opened the door for me as we both stepped inside the darkly lit foyer of the hotel.

"Bonjour" called the old witch from behind the counter.

"Bonjour," Draco said swifty, before continuing in French.

I turned to look at him, shocked by his fluency in the language.

"Ma femme et moi avons besoin d'une chambre" he spoke.

I held in my smirk as I turned around, looking at the room. Dark baroque furniture decorated the room, with blood red wallpaper covering the walls. The corner's of it were starting to peel in various places and spider webs hung in the dark corners. The room had strong death eatery vibes to it. Down the hall was a small pub with a long table down the middle. I could see house elves running about. I turned around, feeling Draco's hand grip onto my arm.

"Let's go" he whispered, dangling the rusty key in my face.

We quickly walked up three flights of stairs, finally reaching our destination in the back corner of the hall. I leaned against the wall, watching as Draco unlocked the door. He kicked the door open with his shoe and turned to face me.