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16 - voldemort.

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Elora's POV

In the morning, I awaken to notice that Draco is gone. My head is pounding and I get up out of bed to grab a glass of water from the bathroom. As I stand, I hear a loud crack from the downstairs.

"Ah, my Lord! Welcome to our home." I hear Lucius Malfoy greet.

Voldemort.

I quickly down my water as the door of the bedroom opens. Draco's familiar figure enters, looking stressed. He pulls me into a hug.

"Hey, are you okay?" I ask, sitting him down on the bed.

"I should say yes, but I don't want to fib. No, I'm not. I'm not, Ellie." He whimpers, grasping my hand. "He's here."

"Who-?" I reply, already knowing the answer.

He flinches, not exactly fond of saying the name. With a large breath drawn in, he lets out the word, "Voldemort."

"What," I squeeze my eyes shut. "What does he want?" The words fall out as a whisper.

"I, I don't know exactly. Something to do with me, most likely." He stutters, his free hand running through his blonde tresses.

"Well, whatever he wants, I'll be there for you. Maybe, after this, we can go to Hogsmeade?" I suggest, eager to take his thoughts off the Dark Lord and his inquires.

He looks to me and sends me a small smile. "I would like that. Very much."

Suddenly, without warning, an enraged Lucius Malfoy, along with a terrified Narcissa, bust through the door. Draco immediately stands up, moving himself in front of me.

"Draco, the Dark Lord must see you at once. Go. Now." His father implies, lips at a thin line.

"Fine. Elora is coming with me-"

"No, she most certainly is not. She will be staying here. If the Dark Lord knew a muggleborn was in this house, he would use the killing curse on me." The man eyes me, cruelly.

Draco gives my hand a last quick squeeze, his eyes in mine.

The grey eyes that meet mine are laced with fear and anger. The boy is petrified of Voldemort.. and his father. All three of the Malfoys leave the bedroom, Narcissa sliding me a fast smile, before shutting the door behind her and the men.

Draco's POV

My father pulls me into a seat at our large dining room table. Lord Voldemort is seated at the head of the table, his stupid snake slithering around on the floor.

"Ah, Draco." The man with no nose starts.

"Do you know why I am here today?" He questions, my mother, who is seated next to me, puts her hand on mine and squeezes lightly.

I've always cared for her, less for my father. Lucius Malfoy is a horrid man. Almost as horrid as Voldemort himself, who forced me to kill the Baxter son and mother. A task that I did not take lightly.

"No, my... my Lord." God, I hate calling this man by Lord. He deserves much less of a name.

"I have a task for you, Draco Malfoy." He grins widely. A disturbing smile, rotten teeth, some missing ones even.

"You must kill Albus Dumbledore."

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Elora's POV

Loud footsteps approach the bedroom door, loudly stomping. Definitely in anger. The door swings open, revealing my boy.

"Draco," He's shaking. Barely able to breathe. "What the fuck happened?!" I rush over to him, catching him before he falls to the ground.

I shut the door and he falls against it while bawling. The blonde grips onto me tightly, not being able to speak. His body shakes with sobs; it breaks my heart seeing him like this.

I stroke his hair, running my fingers through it. "Hey, shh. It's okay. I'm here, I'm here. Just... breathe." I whisper to him, therefore making him calm down a bit.

After he has fully stopped crying, able to breathe, I ask him again, "What happened?"

"He, he wants me to," I run my thumb across his cheek.

"Take a deep breath. You're okay. You're safe."

"He wants me to... kill Dumbledore."

A silence covers the room. My eyes fill with tears, a quiet gasp emitting from my mouth.

"I know!" He jumps up, yelling. I hang my legs over the edge of the bed. He throws a picture frame of his family down, shattering clear glass across the floor. "I can't do it!"

A sharp pain stings my leg, feeling wet. Blood dips down where the glass shard hit me. I yelp in pain, holding my small limb. Draco's eyes widen with worry, rushing to my side.

"Oh my god, I'm so sorry. This is all my fault. I- I shouldn't have done that. Oh my god, you're bleeding. Uhhhh.. oh god." His voice trembles, his hands also moving vigorously to find the first aid kit.

He carefully removes the small piece of glass, cleaning my wound. As he places the cotton pad soaked with rubbing alcohol onto it, I jump and the pain gets worse.

"Stop!" I swat his hand away. He grasps my wrist, gently.

"I need to clean it." I lay back onto the soft bed as Draco cleans the cut. He bandages me and lays down next to me, hugging my body.

"I'm so sorry that I'm such a mess. You don't deserve me." He rubs the back of my thigh, looking deep into my eyes.

"Hey, listen to me. I'm a mess too, we can be messes together. It doesn't matter what happens because I will always be here. I promise." I gently run my hands through his messy, blonde hair.

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After a while, the stairs creak. "Draco!" We both hear.

The door swings open, a cold gust of wind entering along with Voldemort himself. I suddenly feel as though I cannot breathe, as though I am being choked. Draco notices my breath catching and slips his hand over mine, not being seen by the Dark Lord.

"Ah, Draco. Who is this?" The man questions. He is almost as nerve wracking as Harry has told me. No wonder he is so frightened by this guy

"My girlfriend. Don't get a step closer to her." The boy grips his wand.

Voldemort turns to Narcissa, who is standing behind him. She is also scared. "Is this girl a pureblood?" He ponders.

The woman looks from Draco to me, then back to Draco. Her son gives her a look of plead through their eye contact. His hand his tightly wrapped around mine.

"Pureblood. Her family put her up for adoption and she had to live with a Muggle family for her life." Narcissa says, earning a silent sigh of relief from Draco. His grip on my hand loosens, but still tight.

"Very well. I better just check.." Voldemort steps closer to me.

Only in a few moments, Draco stands up very fast. He points his dark wand to the wizard, speaking the words, "Avada Kedavra."

A/N: buckle up ;)