Destiny: Part One
"Empty." Bella whispered softly, looking at the grand house in front of her.
"Yes, we all see that, Bella." Her husband, Rodolphus answered, glaring at the large house as well.
"Shit!" Bella cursed aloud. "The second we find out the location of the Potters, they decide to evacuate."
"You think?" her husband asked gleefully, pointing at the house. At that exact moment, the lights had turned on, and they could see the shadow of a small figure, the shadow of a child that couldn't be older than one or two years.
Bella pressed a finger to her lips, and before creeping out of the tree's shadow, she tightened her black silk shawl around her and pulled it over her head, so no one could recognize her-at least not easily.
Bella and Rodolphus quietly crept towards the house, as delighted as a Death Eater had a right to be. They had a good reason, too. Bella thought about the hours of the early morning, when she and her husband had arrived at the Longbottom residence.
"Alohomora!" Bella whispered. To her surprise, the door creaked open. She would have thought that two people of this supposed intelligence would actually put a spell on the doorway as to keep them out of the house, but apparently not.
Bella grinned her famous smirk, and pushed the door open just a touch, but the occupants heard it.
"Who is it? Show yourself!" demanded a shrill and timid voice. Bella smirked, she could easily recognize the voice as Longbottom's.
"Fine." Bella whispered. She stepped out of the shadows, and pulled the shawl from her head, to reveal the sheet of beautiful black hair.
Longbottom and his wife, Luna Lovegood, both stared in horror at her. Lovegood clutched a small bundle of blanket, and Bella was sure that a child was sleeping inside of the blankets.
"W-What do you want?" Longbottom asked, his voice quivering, but raising his chin proudly all the same.
"The location of the Potters'." Her husband, Rodolphus growled. Longbottom swallowed his fear, and Lovegood uttered a small scream, clutching her child even tighter, though gently, so as to not wake the sleeping baby.
"We won't tell you!" Lovegood whispered, speaking for the first time since the Death Eaters' arrival. They turned to her, as did Neville.
"You won't tell us?" Bella whispered, in the deadliest voice possible for a human.
Both Longbottom and Lovegood shook their heads vigorously, but Bella sneered. She knew exactly what would have them drop their pride and speak.
"It's either the Potters' location or your child." Bella threatened, drawing out the long, thin, stick of wood that was her wand and pride.
Lovegood screamed shrilly at the threat, and started to run for the door into the main hallway. Before she could, Bella pointed her wand and screamed, "Avada Kedavra!"
A jet of green light flew out from her wand, and hit both the child and Lovegood. The two people fell to the ground, and Longbottom let out a quiet sob of terror and misery.
"Will that make you speak?" Rodolphus snarled. Neville looked at his beautiful child, the girl named Lyra, and than at his wife, who looked calm and serene, in death. His heart broke to see her radish earrings lying at her side, never to swing again.
Neville nodded, seeing as he did not want to die himself. He knew it was selfish of him, but if Harry confronted Voldemort, maybe the Dark Lord would be defeated.
"1146 Cicatrix Drive." He whispered. Bella looked disgusted at the word cicatrix, but didn't make a comment.
"Very well." Bella whispered gleefully. "Avada Kedavra." she added, almost as an afterthought. Neville collapsed from his feet, and he looked glad to be with his family again.
They had been looking for the location of the Potters' for many months now, ever since they had decided to go into hiding under the fidelius charm. Longbottom had been there secret keeper, and really, it was a foolish choice. He had been so easy to convince.
Bella continued to creep silently to the grand oak door, and, finally reaching the door, she took out her wand.
"Alohomora!" Bella whispered again. The door clicked, but did not open. Bella narrowed her eyes. Some spell had been set on this door, for the Unlocking Spell was supposed to open the door.
Slowly, she lifted her hand and brought it down on the handle. Rodolphus, tired of waiting for his wife to cut the drama and open the blasted door, pushed her aside and grabbed the door handle.
Immediately, he jumped, waving his hand like a mad man, the skin on his fingers bright red. It was obvious the door knob burned you.
Bella fought the urge to snicker, remembering the Dark Lord's orders. Her husband, the blundering fool that he was, had at least managed to open the door, and she slipped inside, careful not to touch the door handle. Her husband followed, jumping in pain when the handle made contact with his elbow, burning the skin.
He winced quietly, but Bella stepped on his foot to silence him. She silently drew out her wand, and her husband did the same. As silently as they could, they crept up the stairs, towards the lights. They were used to walking in the dark, the Death Eater headquarters held no light except for the light that you will get from when you fire a spell.
"Hush." Said a soft female voice from up the stairs, and they heard the sounds of a child's gurgling. Bella could have sworn something touched her heart right than, the child had an effect on her, and she realized there was no way this child would be killed.
Bella and Rodolphus crept up the stairs yet again, and they could here a male's deep voice. Bella knew immediately who's it was.
Harry Potter.
"Mione', she's just a child, calm down. She is allowed to cry." Potter said soothingly.
So he was speaking to the mudblood, Hermione Granger.
Bella reached the last stair, if she walked one more step, she would be visible. She glanced around at her surroundings. She could see a portrait of the old mad man, Albus Dumbledore, staring shamefully at her. Her face flushed. Her old professor could still make her feel ashamed.
Her husband poked her in the shoulder, urging her to move on, into the visible sight of the Potter's. She looked at them once, or rather, she looked at the child.
It was a girl, a very sweet looking girl. Her black hair fell around her face so prettily that even Bella, with her lovely hair, was jealous, and her warm brown eyes looked haunted. She looked as though she knew more about life than every other adult in the house.
Swallowing tightly, she stepped into the room, and gave a small whisper of hello.
"Good to see you again." Bella hissed, her wand raised in front of her. The mudblood and Potter jumped in fright. Potter turned to see who it was, but the mudblood had already seen me. She quickly kissed her child on the forehead, as if knowing that it would be the last time they would be with each other, and put her down on to the carpeted to the ground.
Potter stared at her for a moment, registering what was happening. Longbottom's betrayal. How we found out that Longbottom was secret keeper. His hands balled themselves into small fists.
"What. The. Hell. Are. You. Doing. Here?" Potter asked through gritted teeth, speaking every word clearly and distinctly, as though we would not be able to understand if spoken in another way.
Bella smirked widely, as Rodolphus glowered at Granger, who was throwing calm, insults at him.
"Didn't we tell you we were stopping by for tea and biscuits?" Bella asked sarcastically. "What do you think we're doing here, you dunderheaded fool?"
Potter sucked in his cheeks in anger, and whipped out his wand. Bella stared at it for half of a second, and than reacted. Both of them shot spells at the same time.
"Expelliarmus!" Potter shouted.
"Crucio!" Bella shouted. Bella dodged Potter's spell – really, was that all he could think of? - but her spell was on target, and it hit Potter right in the stomach.
He pursed his lips, as though not wanting to give Bella the satisfaction of hearing him scream. Granger, however, could feel his pain, and turned to Bella, anger radiating off of her pale face.
"What the bloody hell do you think you're doing?" she screamed. She grabbed Bella's wand and jerked it upwards. The spell broke, and Potter straightened, his eyes watering in pain.
Bella sneered. She had been given permission to kill the mudblood, and she had plans on doing so.
"Avada Kedavra." Bella whispered, at the same time as Rodolphus pointed his wand at the quiet child.
Through the flash of green light, Bella could see Rodolphus draw his wand on the child. Bella's heart twitched, and Bella shouted, "Don't touch her, Rodolphus!"
He backed away, and Potter looked astonished.
"Why do you care?" he spat. "You've taken so many innocent lives, murdered them in cold blood, why would my daughter be of any importance?"
Bella swallowed the bile rising in her throat. "Your daughter is simply a child, and a half blood at that. The Dark Lord allows half bloods, and he will want to raise her to be a dark child. My husband," here, Bella threw a filthy look at Rodolphus, "should know that, but he is a fool."
Potter drew his wand up, about to curse Bella, but Rodolphus sent a Stunning Spell at Potter. We were supposed to bring him in alive, just weak. Bella stared at Rodolphus, she had always thought that he had no common sense at all.
"You take Potter back to Master." Bella demanded.
"Fine. But what shall you do?" Rodolphus asked, taking out the portkey.
"I will take this child. She is an innocent, we will turn her into one of us." Bella muttered, and I walked to the sofa that she was hidden in.
Rodolphus made a noise in the back of his throat that indicated consent, and than activated the portkey. Bella heard a small swish, and than only Bella and the child remained.
Bella picked up the child. She was not sleeping, simply looked tired. Her sweet face touched a piece of Bella's heart that she did not even know she possessed. Indeed, Bella had always thought herself heartless.
Her black hair was longer than Bella had expected, as she picked up the child, she saw it fell to her tiny hips. Her large brown eyes were dark and clouded, and Bella found herself feeling slightly frightened. She knew that she was right, this child could be of great use to her powerful master.
She glanced at one of the portraits of the child that were framed on the wall, and saw that her name had been Nadia Potter.
It had been. From now one, the child's name would be Destiny. Destiny Lestrange.
It had been fourteen years since that eventful day. Destiny was now sixteen.
She had grown into a true beauty. Her long black hair, straight and thick, fell down her back gracefully, past her slender hips. Her large brown eyes had grown wiser and darker, she had been taught by The Dark Lord, just like her mother, Bellatrix Lestrange.
Destiny was perfectly aware that her real parents were not the Lestranges. What she did not know was the true identities of her parents, nor did she know her true name. She only knew that her parents were worthless, that her name was not Destiny, and the parents she wanted were the Lestranges.
Bella had proved, to everybody's surprise, to be an adequate mother. Her daughter was intelligent and wise, and was often let in on the most secret of Death Eater plans.
The war was still raging, harsh and fierce. The Dark side was winning, but barely. Many people were dead. Cho Chang, Charlie Weasley, Bill Weasley, Augusta Longbottom, among many others. Rabastan Lestrange was dead, as was Augustus Rookwood. All the Malfoys' remained, as did the Zabinis'. Rodolphus had been killed by The Dark Lord for failing a mission.
Harry Potter had escaped the clutches of the Death Eaters, and was once again being searched for.
"Mother!" Destiny called, through the door of her mother's study. She leaned her forehead on the cool oak wood, enjoying the feel of the chilled wood on her pale skin. The Lestrange Manor was always cold, even in the summer. When you did not open the black curtains in your home, that is what tends to happen.
"Yes?" came Bella's irritable reply.
"Mother, the Dark Lord's servant elf had just flooed in. He wishes to speak with you…" Destiny's voice trailed off, not knowing how to finish her sentence.
"Yes, dear, I am coming." Bella snapped. Destiny could hear the sounds of her mother's thick heels clicking against the hard stone floor.
Destiny backed away, into the hall, awaiting her mother's arrival. She had been asked to see the Dark Lord, as well, and she was excited. This was her first time that she would actually be attending a meeting. Up until now, her mother had simply told her what had been going on in the meetings.
"Has he said anything about why he is asking to see me, and not everybody else?" Bella asked, looking at her daughter. Her daughter looked puzzled for a moment, before she asked, "Why do you think he is only asking to see you?"
Bella rolled her eyes at her daughter, while walking towards the grand entrance room, where the fire was located.
"If he was planning on seeing everybody, he would have used the Dark Mark." Bella said. Almost as if she had spoken to soon, Bella grasped her left forearm, her beautiful features twisted in pain.
"Are you okay?" Destiny asked, slipping her hand into her mother's. Even at the age of sixteen, both Destiny and Bella alike enjoyed the feeling.
"Yes, I am fine." Bella mumbled, trying not to appear weak in front of her daughter. She smiled vaguely at her daughter, and said, "Destiny, when you become a Death Eater, keep in mind that the Dark Mark is bloody painful."
Destiny nodded, and than held out a basket of floo powder out to her mother. She had summoned it from the fireplace without a wand.
Destiny wasn't allowed to go to proper school. Hogwarts was not an option due to her real identity would cause too much problems, and her new name, Destiny Jasmine Lestrange would be rejected due to her so called family.
Either way, she was fine without going to proper school, indeed, she viewed the Dark Lord's teachings to be perfectly adequate.
Her mother vanished first, and than Destiny grabbed her a handful of floo powder, and threw it into the fire, shouting, "A thousand miles from no where!" and was carried off to the Dark Lord's headquarters.
Bella and her daughter, Destiny, were able to Apparate, but never did. The Dark Lord's headquarters and their own home were both blocked by anti-apparition spells, much like Hogwarts was. The floo connection was not connected to the Ministry floo network; the Dark Lord had set up his own.
Destiny arrived in a dark, dingy entrance hall. Her black skirt flew in different ways as she landed on the ground. Her cousin, Corbin Malfoy, son of Draco Malfoy, snickered cruelly, but she simply held her head up high, and gathering her skirts around her, stomped on his foot. Hard.
That shut him up.
"What are you doing here?" Destiny asked icily. She and Corbin never really got along, but their parents did not know that. It was simply much easier, for their lives, to pretend that they didn't mind each other.
"Same as you." Corbin replied, his dark eyes watering in pain.
"And as I'm still not sure what I am doing here, care to tell me?" Destiny asked, glancing at his foot. Honestly, his foot was fine.
"No." Corbin croaked. Destiny sucked in her cheeks slightly in anger, reminding Bella strikingly of her true father. He had always done the same thing when she had encountered him.
"Corbin?" asked a deep male voice from behind them. Destiny and Bella both turned around, and saw Draco Malfoy, who's arm was being held in a pincer-like grip by his wife, Pansy Parkinson Malfoy.
"Yes, father?" Corbin asked, straightening up immediately. Destiny rolled her eyes.
"You and Destiny are to go see the Dark Lord together." Bella said, cutting off her nephew, who had opened his mouth to speak.
Destiny nodded and was standing in the doorway to see Corbin still standing like a fool.
"Well? Are you coming or not?" Destiny asked, brushing impatiently at a few strands of smooth black hair that fell in her pale face.
"Yes." Corbin said, giving her a hating look. Destiny couldn't keep the smirk off of her face.
Destiny did not wait for Corbin to catch up. She walked straight to where she knew the Dark Lord's study was. She knew where it was, for that was where she had been given her lessons on magic.
Destiny knocked softly. The Dark Lord always viewed her as valuable, and was much nicer to her than anybody else.
"Master?" she called, through the thick door. Corbin crept up behind her, and hit her on the shoulder. She growled in anger, but did not retaliate. She would have to save that until after the meeting.
"Come in," the chilly voice of the Dark Lord answered. Destiny felt shivers run down her spine, his voice always managed to frighten her. It just wasn't human.
Destiny heard a large gulp from behind her, and she rolled her eyes in annoyance. Corbin was such a coward, if he was able to go to Hogwarts, he would definitely be a Hufflepuff.
She turned the gold handle, and stepped inside the Dark Lord's study. It was a dark, cold, and dingy place, but it was home to Destiny all the same. Corbin, who had never been in here in his cowardly life, gulped again.
"You asked for us, Master?" Destiny asked, leaning against the wall. She felt the familiar crumble of stone, and felt at home.
"Yes. I have a great honour for you and Mr. Malfoy." The Dark Lord hissed, creeping out of the shadows.
"Please, Master, do tell." Destiny said eagerly. Deciding that Corbin would not be able to swallow his fear (no matter how many times he gulped loudly), she added on his behalf, "Corbin would like to know as well."
The Dark Lord glanced at Corbin in distaste, and Corbin recoiled from his stare.
"I would like the two of you to join my ranks." The Dark Lord replied.
Corbin paled slightly, but managed out, "W-what do you mean by that, My Lord?"
"I would like the two of you to become Death Eaters."