That Damn Weasley Charm II G.W

Part 7, Chapter 5- I'm starting to hate Yaxley

The next day during afternoon tea, Yaxley apparates into the living room, startling aunt Narcissa to the point that she spills her tea everywhere. "Where is the Dark Lord?" He asks panting.

"Nice of you to stop by Yaxley." Aunt Narcissa grumbles while cleaning herself off.

My mother giggles as she watches her sister fiddle with the spilt tea, "My Lord is preparing for another attempt at Gregorovitch. What can I do for you?" My mother says putting her teacup down on the coffee table in front of her. She stands and stalks over to Yaxley who suddenly looks very uncomfortable.

"Well I – I feel more comfortable speaking with the Dark Lord Bella, you understand." He says shifting his weight between his feet a little. Draco and I look at each other from across the room. I can tell that Yaxley's presence has put him on edge.

"That's Bellatrix to you, you old bat! Now tell me what it is that you need. If you summon him without a logical reason he'll kill you dead!" My mother says with a mixture of joy and fear. It's strange, now that I think about it, I don't think I've ever seen my mother scared. It's sort of impressive honestly.

"I've done it. I found where they are hiding. Where the boy is hiding." Yaxley says. A smile forms on his face.

"We've heard those words from you before Yaxley." My uncle says rising from his seat.

Yaxley rolls his eyes, "You don't speak to me Malfoy. The Dark Lord put you on a timeout and took your wand. Let the adults speak." He spits.

My uncle takes offence but he doesn't say anything back. Draco's knuckles turn white because he's gripping the handle of his teacup so tightly. "Lucius has a point Yaxley." My mother says.

"He's not there now but he may come back. It's best if we send people to stay there." Yaxley explains.

My mother looks at my aunt Narcissa like she's asking for her opinion but my aunt stays silent, which seems to be the theme as of late, "And where may he be returning to?" My mother says, she squints her eyes a little and crosses her arms over her chest.

"Number twelve Grimmauld place. I assume that you and Narcissa are familiar with it." Yaxley says matter of factly.

I do my best not to spit my drink everywhere. If Harry, Ron, and Hermione were staying at number twelve Grimmauld place then where are the rest of the Weasleys staying?

My mother's eyes light up as she turns around to look at my aunt. Then she takes Yaxley's hand and pulls him out of the room and down the hall.

Draco and I look at each other for a moment then we get up and go hide in my room.

"Where do you supposed number twelve Grimmauld place is?" Draco asks me when it's safe to do so.

"I seriously doubt that they are still going to be there. Hermione's with them, she's got a good head on her shoulders." I say back to him.

Draco looks terrified but honestly, that's just been his face for the entire summer. "This summer feels like it's been going on for years." He grumbles.

I flop myself onto my bed and Draco does the same. We lie there in silence for a long time. "I'm going to miss you this year dude," I say to him.

"Oh like you didn't miss me last year?" Draco jokes.

I pull the pillow out from under my head and hit him with it. He laughs and rolls away. "I just want all of this to be over you know? So we can go and live our lives with who we want to live them with." I say

"You mean so you can go off and live with George Weasley."

I roll my eyes but a smile spreads across my lips when I hear George's name. "Who says I want to go live with George?"

"You're kidding me, right? I bet you a hundred galleons that as soon as this shit is over you'll be moving out with him." Draco laughs.

"Nah, you and I will get a place and I'll visit him on the weekends."

Draco rolls back around so he can see me, "I know you're joking but I really want that to happen."

I turn around so I can see him, "Who's to say that won't actually happen?"

When Draco left for school the entire house seemed much quieter. I mean despite the fact that there is constant screaming from the basement and everything. Ever since I killed that little girl in Germany, I've been having to fight for my position as one of the Dark Lord's favourites again. It's safer that way, I'd rather be one of his favourites than one that he despises.

But fighting for that position has meant that I've been at the forefront of torture and killing over the past couple of months. My kill count is at forty-seven right now. Which means that in the past two years I've taken forty-seven lives. Just thinking about it makes my skin crawl. I haven't heard anything about the Weasleys in a long time. I don't know if that makes me feel better or if it makes me nervous.

The Dark Lord hasn't allowed me to sit in on most meetings as of late either. I think he knows that it was me to tipped off the Weasleys about his attack but he can't prove it. I think that's the only reason that I'm still alive.

My aunt is now a shell of the woman she once was. She barely smiles anymore, barley blinks even, she just floats around the house quietly and stares at walls. My uncle hasn't said much either. He tries to avoid the Dark Lord as much as he possibly can given that he essentially lives in our house. I've been alone. No one even looks at me anymore. Unless it's the people at my feet begging for their lives to be spared.

The Dark Lord has been plotting the movements of Harry Potter, he's nervous but he won't tell anyone why exactly. Or if he did, he's not telling me anything. It puts me on edge, knowing that the Dark Lord is nervous. I think I like it better when he's angry at everything.