This is the fourth day in a row that I've been busy writing for you, you lucky little things! ;)
Anyway, this fic was written for Challenge #1 at Plot Bunnies HQ. If you haven't already, check out that forum!
These were the prompts:
To use all four these prompts in a fanfic.
Prompt 1: "I do not want or need your approval," (this prompt to be used in a conversation)
Prompt 2: Days (word)
Prompt 3: Jump or Jumped (current or previous action done by your character)
Prompt 4: Candle (word)
So, enjoy!
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It was a Tuesday, if I remember correctly. It was one of those summer days when the birds were tweeting and chirping away merrily and the sunlight streamed down between the lush green leaves. The birds may have been merry but the atmosphere was anything but.
My father had decided to host a Death Eater party in the ballroom of our family manor. I was excited, but the mood was somber and serious. The gleaming silver masks looked me up and down - which made me involuntarily shudder - only to scoff and turn away. Only a small twinge of fear managed to worm it's way into my conscious. Of course, I squashed it down. I wasn't a Black for nothing.
And so I turned up my nose who sniggered, and walked with grace - or so I hoped - down the candle-lit pathway.
I eventually made it to the end of the carpet where my father was waiting for me, miraculously managing not to trip over my black heels and floor-length (and rather revealing) dress. He was talking to someone, someone who I could not see due to the people stood in the way.
"Father," I murmured quietly.
"Ah, there you are, Bella!" Cygnus Black boomed. "My lord, meet my eldest daughter, Bellatrix Druella Black."
I turned to the man and came face-to-face with red eyes, black hair and a smirking mouth. A very handsome mouth.
He picked up my hand and kissed it gently, making my cheeks flame. "A pleasure to meet you."
I curtseyed as best I could while he was holding my hand. "You too, sir."
"Please call me Tom, Miss Black," Tom said as he straightened up and let go of my hand - my mind instantly protested at the loss of warmth.
"Then you may call me Bella," I smiled pleasantly while my mind jumped around in circles.
A few weeks later, my sister Narcissa caught up to me when I was about to go back into my room, where I had spent almost all of the time since that fateful day.
"Bella," she panted, "why are you doing this? He's a monster!"
"I do not want, nor need, your approval," I said disdainfully. "I believe this is for the best, and you cannot change my opinion."
And so, later that night, I was branded as an official Death Eater.
So... What do ya think? Please tell me in a review! Also, I've really got a taste for Bellamort now (it tastes like apples). Shall I write more in the future?
-Lolerator xx
