She had to wonder if they were okay. Her beloved parents and unknown sibling, she'd cast their memories of her aside and sent them off to another country for their own protection. It was painful. Extremely heartbreaking to be without them and their support. Even so, she knew it had been the right decision. The world is becoming far too dangerous for them. Muggles, Voldemort's target to exterminate into oblivion. The Burrow was her home now and she couldn't be more thankful. Molly, the mother to many Weasley children, welcomed her into the home without a second of hesitation.
"You're part of the Order and my boys absolutely adore you, Cynthia."
The boys. The twins, specifically. Molly knew how closely bonded the twins and Cynthia had become throughout the years at Hogwarts. Without even saying anything to her husband, both Molly and Arthur had suspicions that one of the twins, if not both, would someday develop a fancy on the beautiful brunette. As for right now, the trio wasn't disrupted by hormones. Cynthia finally left the security of her bedroom, which she currently shared with fellow Muggleborn, Hermione.
As she reached the doorway and carefully balanced herself against the door frame with her hand, Hermione immediately ran over. "Are you alright?" The question was pointless, but Hermione didn't want to offend Cynthia by purely assuming. Cynthia's failing health is common knowledge since she joined the Order. Her weakened immune system makes her incredibly fragile. While enduring the constant fatigue of her condition, Cynthia continues to try and surpass the discomfort with simple enchantments. The strain it places on her body only exaggerates the symptoms.
"I'll go get Fred," Hermione assured, turning to the staircase.
Suddenly she felt a shaking hand grip around her wrist. Looking back, she realized it was Cynthia. "Not Fred," the exhausted Witch corrected. "George, please."
* * *
This manor no longer felt like home for him. The Dark Lord walks its hallways and glides his sinful presence wherever he feels compelled. The Malfoy heir can barely contain his disgust when Voldemort has Muggles brought in for torture. It's a regular occurrence now. Muggles are thrown into the dungeons and repeatedly abused until, finally after weeks of painful humiliation, they're put out of their misery. No man should have to see a woman murdered before his own eyes. And yet, he has witnessed so many countless deaths within his time back at the manor.
"Draco?" His mother tries to shield him, to the best of her abilities. She knows how psychologically damaging this entire experience must be to her only son. Her cherished boy. She hates that he was must be present. If allowed, Narcissia would have sent him away. However, the Dark Lord is not so confident in Draco's loyalty and doesn't trust him to be faithful to the Death Eaters. Rather than interrogate the young man himself, Voldemort takes pleasure in haunting the innocent Wizard with the vile crimes committed at the manor.
Every so often, Voldemort commands Draco to cast a Crucio Curse on a Muggle. A way of testing the boy's strength and dedication to the war. So far, Draco has not failed to obey the instructions of his Lord. However, it's only a matter of time. Draco is not a murderer and he does not enjoy causing others physical pain. It won't be long until Draco finally snaps and his life is put at risk. For now, he merely wears a frown and turns away his eyes while Nagini snacks on her newest corpse.
"You're part of the Order and my boys absolutely adore you, Cynthia."
The boys. The twins, specifically. Molly knew how closely bonded the twins and Cynthia had become throughout the years at Hogwarts. Without even saying anything to her husband, both Molly and Arthur had suspicions that one of the twins, if not both, would someday develop a fancy on the beautiful brunette. As for right now, the trio wasn't disrupted by hormones. Cynthia finally left the security of her bedroom, which she currently shared with fellow Muggleborn, Hermione.
As she reached the doorway and carefully balanced herself against the door frame with her hand, Hermione immediately ran over. "Are you alright?" The question was pointless, but Hermione didn't want to offend Cynthia by purely assuming. Cynthia's failing health is common knowledge since she joined the Order. Her weakened immune system makes her incredibly fragile. While enduring the constant fatigue of her condition, Cynthia continues to try and surpass the discomfort with simple enchantments. The strain it places on her body only exaggerates the symptoms.
"I'll go get Fred," Hermione assured, turning to the staircase.
Suddenly she felt a shaking hand grip around her wrist. Looking back, she realized it was Cynthia. "Not Fred," the exhausted Witch corrected. "George, please."
* * *
This manor no longer felt like home for him. The Dark Lord walks its hallways and glides his sinful presence wherever he feels compelled. The Malfoy heir can barely contain his disgust when Voldemort has Muggles brought in for torture. It's a regular occurrence now. Muggles are thrown into the dungeons and repeatedly abused until, finally after weeks of painful humiliation, they're put out of their misery. No man should have to see a woman murdered before his own eyes. And yet, he has witnessed so many countless deaths within his time back at the manor.
"Draco?" His mother tries to shield him, to the best of her abilities. She knows how psychologically damaging this entire experience must be to her only son. Her cherished boy. She hates that he was must be present. If allowed, Narcissia would have sent him away. However, the Dark Lord is not so confident in Draco's loyalty and doesn't trust him to be faithful to the Death Eaters. Rather than interrogate the young man himself, Voldemort takes pleasure in haunting the innocent Wizard with the vile crimes committed at the manor.
Every so often, Voldemort commands Draco to cast a Crucio Curse on a Muggle. A way of testing the boy's strength and dedication to the war. So far, Draco has not failed to obey the instructions of his Lord. However, it's only a matter of time. Draco is not a murderer and he does not enjoy causing others physical pain. It won't be long until Draco finally snaps and his life is put at risk. For now, he merely wears a frown and turns away his eyes while Nagini snacks on her newest corpse.