I have no idea where this came from. I just hope it isn't too bad. D:
Lol. I forgot I had this. o___o'' Oh well. Here it is.
Cheers for Rodolphus.
Disclaimer: I don't own the characters.
P.S: This might be my last Rod/Bella fic in a while. Really, probably my last fic for a while since I'm awfully busy with school and all that crap. (Or this will be second to the last.)
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Only One
Rodolphus did not like what he was seeing. They had only just arrived for the meeting, the meeting that took place in Malfoy's Manor, Lucius Malfoy's 'humble abode'. He had greeted him and his wife with a curt nod and with his own wife entered the circular drawing room where a long table had sat, a figure sitting in a high back chair staring at the fire, and another figure, limp and pale, hanging, suspended above all their heads.
He had took his seat next to Dolohov and his wife, Bellatrix, next to him – which was next to her own sister, Narcissa Malfoy – they were just waiting for Severus Snape and the other Death Eater – Yaxley. A resounding pop outside made them wait no longer.
Soon enough, the Dark Lord started talking. And Yaxley was kissing up to the Dark Lord. Pathetic, he thought. As if Snape and Lucius were not enough. He hid his bitter scowl and looked instead to his wife. Bellatrix was barely on her seat, leaning forward, eagerly and somewhat hungrily looking at the Dark Lord. The fury he felt was something he did not know.
The look in her eyes, that adoring – and lustful? Please. - look. He quickly turned away, he knew it was foolish to think such things but he was cursing, not his wife, but the Dark Lord. He knew Lord Voldemort was only taking advantage of his wife, and he knew the Dark Lord was an accomplice Legilimens, but it was nothing to what he was feeling. He was a better Occlumens than Severus Snape was – though nobody really knew – and he could alter such thoughts to the ones he would want to 'share'.
He scoffed and his glare was ferocious. Dolohov, beside him, was glancing up at him awkwardly; as if afraid he'd get to his feet, throw his chair to the wall and send it flying to the next room. But Rodolphus Lestrange kept his ground. He noticed the Dark Lord, his eyes gliding around everyone, look at him for a second longer. He composed his face to that of which is just as expressionless and passive as Narcissa's – though, really, he was doing a better job than her. She was just tearing up, saying that it was her home and was glad that the Dark Lord was using it for his stay...but surely, Lucius and Narcissa were feeling the exact opposite of that.
And then the Dark Lord humiliated Bellatrix and her sister, as well as her niece and her brother-in-law. That made his anger bubble up inside him...fury, it was. Who was he? Who was he to mock and ridicule his Bella? And those odd slits for eyes stared at him across the table. Rodolphus looked past the fireplace and stared straight into the wall. Bellatrix was now red with fury, glaring at the goons who dared laugh at her and her sister – but it was okay if they laughed at Lucius, though – and for a second she looked straight at Rodolphus, they locked gazes and her jaw relaxed a bit.
Rodolphus smiled slightly to himself—inside his own head. And even when the meeting had ended, when the professor at Hogwarts who taught Muggle-Studies was already dead, the anger Voldemort had for Harry Potter was nothing compared to the fury Rodolphus Lestrange had for the Dark Lord Voldemort.
Because Bellatrix was his: yesterday, tomorrow and today.
His only one.