Y/N's POV

After the realisation that Axel was indeed a wizard, the boy looked at me and Nick with fear and terror that someone had discovered his secret. I looked at Axel, trying to find something to talk about, what was I supposed to do now?

Take him to Hogwarts?

"My father knows," Axel told us quickly, "that's why he divorced my mother."

So the magic came from his mother's side. I cocked my eyebrow in curiosity as I inspected the boy, trying to figure out the next steps for him.

"Do you want to learn magic?" I asked him. "There's a school for wizards."

"I know," Axel said plainly, "a woman where I live offered me a wand and my letter. I said no though."

"Why?" Nick asked.

Axel shrugged. "My dad wouldn't pay for my stuff, he hates anything to do with magic."

"Your mum must've left you something," Nick commented before turning to me, "won't he have money in the wizard bank?"

"Possibly." I mused.

The first solution I thought of was the Burrow, but I had already forced Nick into their care and it would've been incredibly rude of me to make them take care of Axel as well.

"I want to learn magic," Axel said suddenly, "I want to go to that magic school."

I rolled my eyes. "It's not that simple. You're years behind-"

"-I've been learning some spells with the woman who gave me my wand."

"Let me finish," I said sternly and Axel merely glared at me, "the Wizarding world is now in such a fragile state that your education is quite possibly the least important thing on everyone's mind."

"But-"

"No 'buts'," I interjected, "I'm not the most liked person right now but I can try and see if anything can be done for you."

Axel nodded and just then, an excruciating pain engulfed my forearm. I lifted my sleeve to reveal the Dark Mark, prominent and burning on my skin.

"Fuck..." I muttered before turning to the two boys, "I have to go. Nick go stay with Axel for a bit, I'll find you two when I'm finished."

Axel and Nick nodded and after I got Axel's address, I Disapparated away to Malfoy Manor, ready to face Voldemort. The reason I didn't want Nick to go back to the Burrow was because I knew something was going on within the Order and something was going to happen and it would be unsafe for a Muggle to get in the middle of all of that.

When I walked into Malfoy Manor, I was greeted by Madison who gave me a kiss before telling me that Voldemort was here for a meeting with all the Death Eaters.

"They're just in there." Madison pointed to a door as I made my way towards it, pushing it open.

"Y/N, my boy..." Voldemort hissed once he saw me, "Whitmore sit with your parents, Y/N sit next to me."

Madison rushed off to where Thadicus and Caroline were and sat in between them whilst I sat on the right of Voldemort.

"Continue." Voldemort told Snape once me and Madison had both sat down.

"My Lord, the Order of the Phoenix intends to move Harry Potter from his current place of safety on Saturday next, at nightfall." Snape said,

"Saturday...at nightfall." repeated Voldemort.

Snape, however, looked calmly back into Voldemort's face and, after a moment or two, Voldemort's lipless mouth curved into something like a smile. "Good. Very good. And this information comes-"

"-from the source we discussed," said Snape.

"My Lord." Yaxley had leaned forward to look down the long table at Voldemort and Snape. All faces turned to him. "My Lord, I have heard differently. Dawlish, the Auror, let slip that Potter will not be moved until the thirtieth, the night before the boy turns seventeen."

Snape was smiling. "My source told me that there are plans to lay a false trail; this must be it. No doubt a Confundus Charm has been placed upon Dawlish. It would not be the first time; he is known to be susceptible."

"I assure you, my Lord, Dawlish seemed quite certain." said Yaxley.

"If he has been Confunded, naturally he is certain," said Snape, "I assure you, Yaxley, the Auror Office will play no further part in the protection of Harry Potter. The Order believes that we have infiltrated the Ministry."

"The Order's got one thing right then grandfather." I joked in Parseltongue to Voldemort who laughed.

"My Lord," Yaxley went on, "Dawlish believes an entire party of Aurors will be used to transfer the boy-"

Voldemort held up a large white hand, and Yaxley subsided at once, watching resentfully as Voldemort turned back to Snape. "Where are they going to hide the boy next?"

"At the home of one of the Order," said Snape, "the place, according to the source, has been given every protection that the Order and Ministry together could provide. I think that there is little chance of taking him once he is there, my Lord, unless, of course, the Ministry has fallen before next Saturday, which might give us the opportunity to discover and undo enough of the enchantments to break through the rest."

"Well, Yaxley?" Voldemort called down the table, the firelight glinting strangely in his eyes. "Will the Ministry have fallen by next Saturday?"

Once again, all heads turned. Yaxley squared his shoulders. "My Lord, I have good news on that score. I have, with difficulty and after great effort, succeeded in placing an Imperius Curse upon Pius Thicknesse."

"It is a start," said Voldemort, "but Thicknesse is only one man. Scrimgeour must be surrounded by our people before I act. One failed attempt on the Minister's life will set me back a long way. At any rate, it remains unlikely that the Ministry will be mine before next Saturday. If we cannot touch the boy at his destination, then it must be done while he travels."

"We are at an advantage there, my Lord," said Yaxley, who seemed determined to receive some portion of approval, "we now have several people planted within the Department of Magical Transport. If Potter Apparates or uses the Floo Network, we shall know immediately."

"He will not do either," said Snape, "the Order is eschewing any form oftransport that is controlled or regulated by the Ministry; they mistrust everything to do with the place."

"All the better," said Voldemort, "he will have to move in the open. Easier to take, by far. I shall attend to the boy in person. There have been too many mistakes where Harry Potter is concerned. Some of them have been my own. That Potter lives is due more to my errors than to his triumphs. I have been careless, and so have been thwarted by luck and chance, those wreckers of all but the best-laid plans. But I know better now. I understand those things that I did not understand before. I must be the one to kill Harry Potter, and I shall be."

I listened and watched as a whimper came from below my feet. Voldemort scolded Wormtail before he announced to his loyal followers that he needed a wand. Unfortunately for him, no one volunteered.

"No volunteers?" said Voldemort. "Let's see...Lucius, I see no reason for you to have a wand anymore."

"My Lord?"

"Your wand, Lucius. I require your wand."

Lucius Malfoy drew a hand into his robes and pulled out the walking stick in which his wand was. Voldemort took it and ruthlessly snapped it so that he only had the wand.

"What is it?"

"Elm, my Lord."

"And the core?"

"Dragon-dragon heartstring."

"Good." said Voldemort. He drew out his wand and compared the lengths. Lucius Malfoy made an involuntary movement; for a fraction of a second, it seemed he expected to receive Voldemort's wand in exchange for his own. The gesture was not missed by Voldemort, whose eyes widened maliciously.

"Give you my wand, Lucius? My wand? I have given you your liberty, Lucius, is that not enough for you? But I have noticed that you and your family seem less than happy of late. What is it about my presence in your home that displaces you, Lucius?"

"Nothing...nothing, my Lord!"

"Such lies Lucius...why do the Malfoys look so unhappy with their lot? Is my return, my rise to power, not the very thing they professed to desire for so many years?"

"Of course, my Lord," said Lucius Malfoy, "we did desire it...we do."

"My Lord, it is an honour to have you here, in our family's house. There can be no higher pleasure." Bellatrix Lestrange said.

"No higher pleasure," repeated Voldemort, his head tilted a little to one side as he considered Bellatrix, "that means a great deal, Bellatrix, from you."

"My Lord knows I speak nothing but the truth!"

I inwardly cringed at how much Bellatrix worshipped Voldemort but hid it well. Externally, my face was filled with no emotion as I glanced around the table looking at all of Voldemort's faithful servants.

"No higher pleasure..." Voldemort repeated, "even compared with the happy event that, I hear, has taken place in your family this week?"

"I don't know what you mean, my Lord."

"I'm talking about your niece, Bellatrix. And yours, Lucius and Narcissa. She has just married the werewolf, Remus Lupin. You must be so proud."

There was an eruption of jeering laughter from around the table. Many leaned forward to exchange gleeful looks; a few thumped the table with their fists. They were esctatic at Bellatrix and the Malfoys' humiliation.

Bellatrix's face, so recently flushed with happiness, had turned an ugly, blotchy red. "She is no niece of ours, my Lord," she cried over the outpouring of jeers, "we, Narcissa and I, have never set eyes on our sister since she married the Mudblood. This brat has nothing to do with either of us, nor any beast she marries."

"What say you, Draco?" asked Voldemort, and though his voice was quiet, it carried clearly through the catcalls and jeers. "Will you babysit the cubs?"

As the Death Eaters continued jeering at the humiliation of the Malfoy and Black family, I decided to step in.

"ENOUGH!" I yelled and the room fell silent. They were afraid of me as well as Voldemort. "Many of the oldest family trees become diseased and tainted over time. I know grandfather was not pleased with my parentage-"

"-although both were Pure-bloods, Sirius Black was nothing but a Blood-Traitor." Voldemort muttered.

I continued. "What matters is that Malfoys will prune their family tree, and ensure that such diseases won't return to taint the Pure-Blooded line."

Voldemort nodded and smiled with pride as I finished my words. "What my boy said," he told the Death Eaters, "cut away the parts that threaten the health of the rest Bellatrix."

"Yes my Lord."

As everything died out, Voldemort took out his wand and revealed the guest he had brought to the rest of us. He levitated her beaten, bloody and bruised body and placed her on the table, several Death Eaters recoiled at the sight of her.

"Do you recognise our guest, Severus?" asked Voldemort.

"Ah, yes," said Snape as the prisoner turned slowly away again.

"And you, Draco, Y/N?" asked Voldemort.

Draco jerked his head slightly as an attempt of a nod and I merely nodded, staring at the woman who was now crying for help.

"For those of you who do not know, we are joined here tonight by Charity Burbage who, until recently, taught at Hogwarts School of Witchcraft and Wizardry. Yes...Professor Burbage taught the children of witches and wizards all about Muggles...how they are not so different from us..."

She cried for help and Voldemort silenced her with a wave of the wand before continuing. "Not content with corrupting and polluting the minds of Wizarding children, last week Professor Burbage wrote an impassioned defence of Mudbloods in the Daily Prophet. Wizards, she says, must accept these thieves of their knowledge and magic. The dwindling of the Pure-bloods is, says Professor Burbage, a most desirable circumstance...she would have us all mate with Muggles...or, no doubt, werewolves..."

There was silence as everyone took in the anger in Voldemort's voice. I inspected Charity Burbage, her hair was shrivelled and tears were pouring down her eyes. Anyone could predict the fate that was inevitable.

"Would you like to do the honours my boy?" Voldemort asked, turning to me.

I nodded and turned to the woman. Her pleading, begging eyes met my emotionless, cold ones.

"Avada Kedavra."

Nina Dobrev as Madison Whitmore (-we-are-infinite-)

Daniel Giles as Thadicus Whitmore

Phoebe Tonkin as Caroline Whitmore