Chaos Reigns
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Summary: Both Bellatrix and Draco have endured the ridicule, set upon them by thier fellow Death Eaters, all because Nymphadora decided to marry a werewolf. It's finaly time for thier revenge, not on thier unsuspecting neice/cousin and her family, but on thier unsuspecting colleagues.
Will the Death Eaters be taken down by thier combined fury, or will they retaliate?
(Chapter: Prolouge)
Draco was certain that he would regret opening the door, there wasn't a doubt about that. But after a few minutes of irritated banging, Draco couldn't take it no longer. Pulling himself up off his four-poster bed, and running a pale hand through his platinum hair, and slunked over to the door, pulling it open in one hard pull.
Bellatrix tumbled through the door, landing on the rug at his feet. Her face, which was older looking then when he had first met her,was filled with fury; she glared up at him with discontent.
"You could have let me know you were opening the door, you know," She grumbled, as he helped her to her feet.
His aunt was tall and sturdy, with long coarse black hair. Her face was pale and pointed like his, only it had been hollowed out by her long stay in Azkaban. Dark shadows ringed around her cold, hard eyes, which were just as dark as her hair and the clothing she adorned. Bellatrix's sleeves were pulled up, and Draco caught a glipse of the blood red tattoo on her left forearm.
He knew much about this tattoo, as he had the exact same one burned into his forearm. The Dark Mark, as it was called by all, burned a midnight black whenever they were being summoned by the Dark Lord Voldemort.
"Sorry."
Bellatrix snorted, and Draco had the impression she was fusterated with him, as if she had wanted him to argue, or shout, just like her. But Draco had no wish to become like his aunt, truth be told, he was terrified of her. She was unstable, and even more dangerous than she had been in her pre-Azkaban days.
"Why are you here?" Closing the door hehind her, Draco pointed towards the bed, and she took a seat perched on the edge.
"It's time for our revenge, dear nephew," Tossing her hair over her shoulder, Bellatrix laughed that hard, cold laugh that chilled Draco to the bones. She had tried to sweeten her words by using 'dear', but it hadn't worked. Bellatrix had never been sweet, and never would be.
"Revenge?" Another thing for Draco to regret, all in the space of two minutes.
"Oh, yes. Revenge." Bellatrix smiled, baring her uncared for teeth.
"On who?"
"On-the-idiots-who-made-fun-of-us-for-things-that-happen-to-people-we-couldn't-care-less-about"
"Oh." Draco was silent for a moment, collecting his thoughts. Bellatrix was watching him closely, looking for a reaction.
Draco remembered the way, barely a week before, they had suffered humiliation at both the hands of the Dark Lord, and thier fellows Death Eaters. He remmebered the way his mother had stared at her feet, tears welling in her eyes, the way his father hadn't said a word, his shoulders slumped in defeat, and the way his aunt had screamed at the others, demanding retribution.
"So? Are you going to help, or am I on my own?"
Draco felt a smile chill it's way unto his face. Revenge, for his family, for his honour.
Nodding slowly, he smiled wicked up at his Aunt.
"Oh, yes, Aunt Bella. We shall have our 'revenge-on-the-idiots-who-made-fun-of-us-for-things-that-happen-to-people-we-couldn't-care-less-about.' But my way, not yours...
"They will hate mine oh so much better."
AN: Short and quick, but only a prolouge. Reveiw if you liked, and want to see more :)