An: Rated M, just in case, possibly more T. I've read too much Carol Ann Duffy, points if you recognise any references to poems.

A God amongst Men

Rabastan Lestrange was a god amongst men. He walked like a rockstar, he acted like a prince and he looked bad. Bad in the way that made girls go crazy, bad in the way that meant he had his pick of friends, lovers, supporters. In many ways, he was like the blood traitor Sirius Black, but was so much more.

His love of women was not regulated to just purebloods. Any who were gorgeous enough, clever enough, vulnerable enough…he took them all. Many were those who came like a lamb to slaughter to Lestrange's bed.

He stood on top of the world, poised to take whatever took his fancy, but when someone came along and chose him he couldn't help but follow. The Dark Lord was the first to ever insist on his own way, and having never learnt to fight in that way, Rabastan complied. He delighted in the torture, took pleasure from other people's pain, and still was never without someone to warm his bed.

Rabsatan never married. With his life perfect the way it was, why would he chain himself to one lover? Why would he throw away his freedom for one person? He never understood that by submitting to Lord Voldemort that he had already chained himself so tightly he would never escape.