There are no sunrises anymore. Only darkness. Only death. Only power.

17.

(A/N I am so so sorry for taking so long to update!)

Bellatrix almost threw herself away from the maid, and turned to the other direction, afraid to breathe. She catched Voldemort's widened eyes and left the room as fast as she could, pushed the door almost off of it's hinges as she struggled to get out of it. Right outside the room Bellatrix cursed under her breath, when the silhouette of Severus Snape appeared into the manor from the maindoor. He soon approached the panting woman with his long steps, and looked at her in confusion;
"The Dark Lord called me here. What happened?"
Bellatrix pointed at the room;
"Miscarriage potion"

Inside the room, everyone stayed still for a few seconds, until the prisoners, Harry, Ronald and Hermione, started whispering to each other;
"What was that?"
"I - I have no idea."
"We need to get ou-"
"Silence!"
When Voldemort roared that to the prisoners, the room got deathly quiet, except for the foolish maid, who's knees buckled and she fell to the ground, shaking with tears watering her dress.
"I'm sorry, My Lo-"
"Crucio!"
The maid twitched uncontrolably one time after another, again and again. The Death Eaters began whispering to every direction.
"What -"
"Why -"
"We could've got hur-"
"Are you alright, Am?"
"Yes, you, Rod?"
Ambrosia and Rodolphus appeared to be in the room, and allthough he was with another woman, he seemed a bit concerned, but most of all confused. You could almost hear his thoughts running in his head, trying to figure out what was going on. By this time, Narcissa had already gone after her sister, Wormtail had thrown the three prisoners into a cell and the maid was insane from the Dark Lord's incredibly powerful Cruciatus curse.

"Everything's fine, Bella."
"Fine, Narcissa, fine?!"
"It's just some vomit! You're a grown woman, Bellatrix, you can handle it."
Bellatrix groaned, and fell on to her bed. The miscarriage potion clearly hadn't made any harm, except for the fact that it had made Bellatrix ill. Bellatrix leaned over her bucket again, when the Dark Lord entered the room, fustration immediatly showing on his face. Narcissa almost ran out of the room, not wanting to get into Voldemort's way. At the same second when the door closed, they heard footsteps going sideways. Narcissa was blocking someone from coming in. They heard a voice, quiet but loud enough for them to hear;
"You can't go there!"
"Narcissa, move out of the way!"
It was Rodolphus. And he most definetly did not sound happy. He sounded angry and full of hatred but fearfull, like he didn't want to believe his own words.
"You won't hit a woman, will you, Rodolphus?"
Rodolphus' loud and fustrated sound was heard through the door and he probably shaked his head.
"Why would you want to go to my sister's room?"
Narcissa's voice was demanding, but very unstable, since she wasn't used to handle this kind of situations.
"Because she's my wife - "
"Yes, but -"
"And she is pregnant with someone else's child!"
Bellatrix sighed, glanced at the Dark Lord, closed her eyes and fell against her pillows.

A/N Do you have any suggestions for new scenes...? I know this chapter is super short, but I promise to update a new, longer one really quickly!)