Bellamione| Is it impossible

Chapter 31

Bellatrix view

I quickly stumbled down the stairs when Draco's shout came from the dungeon. When I got downstairs next to Zissa, I hardly believed my eyes.
,,Mudblood! What does this mean" Granger lay, all four stretched out, motionless on their mattress. Her arms covered in blood, but it seemed to have dried. Her eyes fluttered but she didn't seem to take anything around her.

I looked at her arms Both wrists were torn and the 'Mudblood' was re-scratched. "This is Greyback's handwriting," I said coldly. How did he get in here? Zissa quickly conjured up a cloth and cleaned the wound. Deep claw marks were visible. She disinfected them and looked at the girl's chin. She also cleaned and disinfected this. “We can't get them back to Mungo just yet. What do they think of us then?" She said desperately. I had to agree with her.

We put her arms and legs on the mattress. I waved my wand and a drip with a water bag appeared.
Zissa knew what to do. She took a bandage and a syringe. She hung the syringe on the tube for the drip and put the syringe in the crook of the girl's arm. She let the water drip, then put a cold rag on her forehead, covered it, and got up. "She needs some rest first," she said to all of us. We locked the room and put an emergency curse on it so that only Zissa, Draco and I could open the room. We went to Lucius. He sat at the desk and had something written. He sat leaning back in the chair and waved his wand. When we turned in he looked at us. "Do you know that the Mudblood had a visit from someone yesterday?" Zissa asked rhetorically.

He raised an eyebrow in irritation. Then he shook his head and put the wand away. The quill lay neatly next to the sheet. ,,Who was it? Weasley?" He asked interested. Zissa pointed her wand at him." You know exactly who!" He shook his head seriously and stood up. His hand slipped into his robe pocket and seemed to be clutching the wand. "Your little werewolf friend," I explained coolly. He raised his eyebrows in surprise. Then he shook his head angrily.

"In contrast to others," he gave me a challenging look, "I'll stop when I'm told. I neither let him in nor told him to come back." We both left the room after a violent discussion. "Do you think she will wake up again?" I asked coldly, without any emotion. She shrugged.