Disclaimer: Harry Potter isn't ours. Fintastica owns the Alaries, though.

Also, this is a collaboration with Semo (StupidOneShots).

(P.s. Fin is still writing Olly, and Semo is writing Draco. Also! In this chapter, Semo is writing Narcissa and Fin is writing Lucius. And correction from the previous chapter- Fin is writing Bella. Semo is writing Voldy.)

TW: injuries

"What was that noise?" Voldemort asked.

Narcissa half stood up from her chair. She looked at Draco.

"I-I have a guest upstairs, my lord," Draco stammered.

"A guest you say?" Voldemort said. "Why is he upstairs all alone?" he asked with an evil smirk.

"He has nothing to do with...anything, my lord," Draco said. Voldemort ignored Draco.

"Why don't we meet that guest of yours, hmm? Narcissa, go upstairs and call him here. No objections," he said warningly when Narcissa opened her mouth. Instead she mumbled a "Yes, my lord," and went upstairs.

"Meanwhile..." Voldemort turned to Draco, "You need a little...convincing, you might call it. Just to remember what your job is. Bella, you know what to do."

Draco sat there horrified, and stammered, but went unheard.

Bellatrix smiled evilly. "Of course, my lord. Crucio!"

Meanwhile, Olly was busy upstairs. He'd finally got the owl out with a hastily scribbled note, then glared at the Bludger. "I'm calling you Annie. Short for Annoyingly Obnoxious."

If anything, Olly was nothing short of dramatic. Even when no one was around. That was for certain.

Draco fell out of his chair and screamed in pain, twitching and writhing on the floor.

Narcissa knocked on her son's bedroom and opened it. "Olliverro, dear," she smiled with difficulty. "You need to come downstairs." She glanced back in horror when she heard her son's screams. "Oh no," she gasped quietly, her eyes glistening with tears.

Olly blinked. "Uh, um, ok...?" He gulped when he heard the screaming. "Uh, what's going on? I don't think that's a dinner party...unless there's some kind of wizard rock band you're playing?" But it sounded more like a certain horror movie his two youngest siblings really liked. Not that he mentioned it, of course.

Narcissa didn't answer, instead simply grabbing Olly's hand and dragged him behind her.

"Come on." She ran (gracefully, of course) down the stairs, and opened the door to the dinning room to the scene of Draco on the floor at her sister's feet.

Bellatrix cackled and let him off, seeing Narcissa enter. "I think that should be convincing enough. Unless you wish for more?"

Lucius gripped his chair and pleaded with Draco with his eyes to just say yes. Draco looked up at Bella with a little bit of defiance. He didn't reply.

Olly had followed Narcissa, not so gracefully. "What's going on, Mrs. Malfoy-Uh.." The boy blinked at the scene in front of him. "Um, I think falling on the floor's my specialty, Drake..." His eyes suddenly widened seeing the assembly and he lost all ability to speak.

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Bellatrix had been about to cast Crucio again but Narcissa came in with the guest. A pale boy that was an effective mix between Snape and Potter. Along with a bludger on the floor behind him that weirdly wasn't moving but she disregarded it. "This is the guest?" she asked Narcissa.

Voldemort regarded Olly thoughtfully.

"Yes, my lord," Narcissa replied, bowing her head respectfully. Draco groaned quietly in pain as his muscles spasmed from the curse. He knew more pain was going to follow. There was no way Voldemort (or Bellatrix, for that fact) would be satisfied with just one Cruciatus.

Voldemort's attention went back to Draco, who mentally cursed. "Well, what is your friend's name, Draco?"

Draco was silent and looked at Olly instead, ignoring the warning tone in Voldemort's voice.

"Olliverro Alarie." Olly answered in place of Draco. "And I can speak for myself, merci beaucoup. Just because I am French does not mean I am un imbécile ignorant." He was well aware this was Lord Voldemort. Not that he hadn't believed he was back before. The signs were just too obvious. He was more surprised this was Draco's life and he had a mind to slap the prefect upside the head later.

In short, Olly had no sense of personal safety. In fact, he was practically asking to die at this rate.

Bellatrix's eyes shone dangerously. "He is not a pureblood," she hissed. "There are no ties of any wizarding family to the name of Alarie, French or British."

Olly huffed. "I was born in America. I am French because I have lived in France for much of my life. Besides, I think I read something about how two half-bloods having children would make those children pure-blooded..."

Bellatrix didn't look convinced. Lucius just looked like he wanted to cover up Olly's mouth and send him back upstairs.

Many thoughts ran through Draco's head as he stared at Ollivero. Did the idiot not know who he was talking to?

Voldemort had an amused expression on his face. "What do you think, mister Alarie?"

He pointed at Draco. "Your friend here is being punished for slacking off on his duties. Would you like to watch?"

Bellatrix lifted her wand and screeched, "Crucio!" She was planning to do this a little longer, then maybe scratch a reminder into the boy...

Olly looked a little sick at the spectacle. He made no reply, focussing his gaze anywhere but at Draco.

Narcissa was clenching her fists and clutching at the wall behind her to stop herself from lunging forward to protect her son. She had one hand over her mouth and knew she couldn't look away. Everyone knows what the consequences of showing weakness would be.

Draco screamed again at the sudden attack. He tried to stop his screams, but he ended up biting his tongue which bled in the process. So, he screamed and thrashed in pain, clutching his abdomen where the spell was directed. Voldemort looked on in approval, before raising a hand for Bella to stop after a few long minutes.

Bellatrix stopped reluctantly. "If I cannot punish this one, may I punish the other if he turns out to be a Mudblood after all, my Lord?"

Voldemort looked at her sternly, then smiled wickedly. "Of course, Bella. If he doesn't behave, we might as well teach him a lesson, too. Now focus on your task," he told Draco.

Draco gave up on trying to get up from the floor and just lay there, panting, and twitching. Only two curses, and he couldn't take it anymore. "Yes, my Lord," he gasped out.

His arms shook as he tried to at least sit up. He wanted the attention on himself rather than on Olly. Even if that sounded like something Potter would do, he still felt it was his responsibility to try and not get the poor French boy involved.

Voldemort rubbed his chin thoughtfully. "Are you, perhaps, scared for your friend?" he asked mockingly. When Draco didn't answer, he barked, "Answer me!" loudly, and suddenly, making Narcissa almost jump out of her skin.

Draco knew that Voldemort was playing a game with him, and he hated it. He knew he would lose anyway. "Yes! I wouldn't be scared if you weren't pointing your wand at him right now!" Draco growled. It was true, Voldemort had his wand trained on Olly, who was still in the doorway, Bludger at his feet, looking shaken.

Draco struggled to sit straight, but his hands on the floor were the only thing keeping him upright, his trembling arms on the verge of giving out.

"My lord! Please, don't get him involved," Draco said desperately. "I-I swear on my life that I will finish the task as soon as possible!" He ignored how his mother's breath hitched.

Voldemort smirked. "Well, why did you not say this from the start?" He twirled his wand around his fingers. "I will not hurt your friend then. But keep in mind that I WILL do that, if I am not satisfied with your actions." Draco gave a short, quick nod. "Right now," Draco's head snapped as Voldemort continued. "I would like you to have a parting gift before you go. Bella," He gave her a nod.

"M-my Lord, please-!"

"Quiet, Narcissa!" Voldemort hissed angrily and gestured to Bellatrix again.

Bellatrix cackeld and shot a spell, a mark starting to appear on Draco's arm. The boy, too tired to move, barely flinched and simply screwed his eyes shut, mouth open in a silent gasp of pain.

Olly saw the blood and immediately looked sick. Luckily (or perhaps not), his bludger rammed his legs and he collapsed on the floor, knocking himself out very effectively.

The bludger seemed pleased that it kept its...er, master...from throwing up and floated up and down in a sort of jig. Lucius was ready to facepalm and drag the kid out into the street like garbage but stayed put, pointedly not looking at Draco.

Draco himself stared in horror at the bloody lines appearing on his arm. "S-stop! Please..." he whispered, feeling himself getting lightheaded from both blood loss and the multiple Crucio's he received.

Narcissa was unconsciously quietly whimpering for them to stop too, tears running down her cheeks.

Bellatrix, however, didn't stop until she finished writing. "That will remind him well..." she cackled. "And do stop whimpering, Cissy, you knew this was coming."

Draco lay on the floor, unable to get up. His breathing was heavy and tears were streaming down his face and he stared ahead, unseeing. Narcissa glared at her sister through her tears. Bellatrix ignored her.

"That is all for tonight," Voldemort said, standing up from his chair. "Rise," he told his followers who followed his command. "We will leave now, Lucius. I hope you keep an eye on your son," he hissed cruelly before turning around and Disapperating. Of course, Lucius hadn't dared to include him in the anti-apparition wards. The others, however, filed out of the manor the normal way.

As the last Death Eater left, Olly came back to the land of the living. But when he saw Draco's blood, he immediately passed out again.

Lucius let himself sink back in his chair. "This was an extremely terrible timing... " he grumbled, eyeing both boys.

Narcissa had run to her son's side as soon as they had all left. "Draco?" she said gently. "You're going to be okay, my darling. It's okay, I'm here, they left now."

Draco kept staring ahead, the occasional blink the only movement he made.

"Lucius, we need to get him upstairs and call a Healer!" Narcissa said, panic increasing at her son's unresponsive state.

Lucius simply nodded, calling a house elf to bring Draco up to his room while he went to Owl St. Mungo's.

Olly's bludger, meanwhile, took it upon itself to remind everyone he was there by gently tapping Narcissa's foot by rolling into it. It really did seem the bludger had a mind of its own...Or that Olly's sister had been messing with Muggle items and magic a little too much.

Narcissa looked down at the bludger and blinked. She looked at the French boy lying on the floor. "Oh." She called a house elf. "Please take Mister Ollivero to the guest room," she told the house elf. The elf bowed and snapped her fingers, causing both her and Olly to disappear. Narcissa then went to check on Draco, before taking a look at Olly in the room across from her son's. She found that he was still unconscious and tucked in bed.

The elf did a good job. They just had to wait for a Healer.

Narcissa paced in her son's room.

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Lucius eventually came back with a healer, which he took immediately to Draco's room, trying to think up some story on what happened that didn't involve the Dark Lord.

Draco was already unconscious by the time he was placed on his bed. Narcissa was holding her son's hand while the healer checked him, his wand running over Draco's body in a scan.

After a few scans, the healer had a grim look on his face.

"I am not going to ask what happened to him and why, but he has obviously gone through three or more Cruciatus curses and that wound on his arm might leave a scar. I will try my best to fix him up, though. He needs lots of rest and some potions." He took out a paper and wrote down the name of the potions needed, giving it to Lucius.

"We will have to ask Severus," Narcissa whispered. She knew they could trust Severus not to ask questions and just give them the potions they needed for their son. Besides, he did not have to ask, since he was already there at the meeting.

Across the hall, Olly was coming back around. He was rather dizzy...probably from getting knocked out twice in a row. His bludger was sitting on the edge of his bed. He groggily attempted to get out of bed and crashed on his bad leg. And started cussing.

His bludger knocked him lightly on the arm.

A moment later, Narcissa had appeared by his side.

"Are you alright? Why are you out of bed and...on the floor? The healer is still here, do you need him to check on you?" She asked.

He grumbled something about "stupid old leg injuries and stupider cousins". His bludger pet lightly knocked his arm for language.

He glared at it before he composed himself a bit and shook his head.

"Okay, dear, come to Draco's room, and the healer will check if you suffer from anything else," Narcissa said, leading him out of the guest room and into her son's. She asked the healer to see if something was wrong with Ollivero, and he sat him on a chair, scanning him, while muttering spells under his breath.

"You are fine, just a minor head injury. Apparently you fell to the floor on your head and fainted twice, Just a small spell will fix you up." the healer finally announced, as he casted a quick healing spell.

"Ugh...thanks, I guess..." Olly muttered.

"You do have a few bruises around your body, but they are not severe. Also..." The healer looked at Nicote's leg and frowned. "A very old leg injury. Why is this not healed yet?"

"It looked worse when I first got it. Which was years ago, and the lot at the wizarding hospital in France said this was it unless I wanted to chop it off. The bruises are from the bludger," Olly shrugged.

The bludger tapped against the healer's foot.

The healer looked down. He nodded, a bewildered look on his face. "French healers are very advanced. I suppose there is no hope in trying some more?"

Narcissa looked up at the door when she heard a knock.

"Not really. Doesn't hurt much as long as I don't try running or something," the boy shrugged again as Severus opened the door and followed Lucius into the room with a flourish of black robes. The raven-haired man had a serious atmosphere around him as usual and went straight to Draco's bed, after sending a brief glance at Olly.

The healer gave them all a respectful nod as he gathered his things, said his goodbyes, giving Snape a paper with some potions, and left.

"I need to administer the potions to him. Please sit him up for me," Severus said in his usual emotionless voice. Lucius nodded and went to do that.

Olly awkwardly slipped into the hall. Just in case. If he saw blood again, he'd just faint. Or anything red really. Been there done that and almost had a heart attack in potions class once or twice.

He sighed as he leaned back against the wall and waited for them to finish, Bludger at his side.