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I present, Proud :)

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There was not much of anything that bothered her anymore; having grown up in a household where perfect was the only option. After her older sister disappointed the entire family, disappointed her, she had vowed that she would make the Black family proud.

By marrying her husband at the ripe age of seventeen she had made her parents proud and had set the correct example for her younger sister. At becoming the wife to one of the top bachelors in pure blood society she found herself working to make him proud of her too.

On the night that he convinced her to come with him to one of the meetings that he often disappeared to, she met the Dark Lord for the first time. That night having been won over, she made her husband proud by accepting herself as a Death Eater just like him, by taking the mark.

As the year passed and they were immersed in war, she found a new idol to make proud of her, just like her family, like her husband. Every order from the Dark Lord was carried out with fervor; and when the powerful wizard was destroyed by that infant, she remained faithful.

In her efforts, she was captured by the Auror's after torturing two of their comrades into near insanity. Not once did she deny the accusations against her; in fact she screamed to the world that her Lord would be coming back and that when he did, they would all be sorry.

Time crept by at a snail's pace and despite being locked away with nothing, but the cockroaches to keep her company, she kept her sanity. How her Lord would look down upon her if she allowed herself to become like the others around her. She would not dishonor him.

Even as her own husband came apart at the seams, she stayed strong, devoted, and pure. Finally just like she had always said, like she always swore, her Lord came back and broke them out of Azkaban. Having lost track of things such as time, all she could do was thank him for his generosity.

Just like a good servant should, because that is what she was, the Dark Lord's most enthusiastic follower; whatever he demanded she would do. If only to make him proud she would. Then the day came where she followed her sister's husband into the Department of Mysteries.

There she did as directed and murdered the blood traitor that was her cousin. Years before he had denied her Lord, barely escaping with his life. This time however, she caught him with a stunner and with delight watched as he fell through the veil.

Her perfect planning went accordingly and with shrieking laughter she raced away from the scene with the Brat-Who-Lived on her heels. A single second of sharp pain lanced through her back and after a moment she realized, he had set the Cruciatus Curse on her.

Anger flushed through her, but like the ever faithful servant she remained still, jutting out her lower lip at the boy, taunting him. Then her Lord appeared in a mist, entering the brat before he knew what hit him; and with happiness she apparated away, leaving like assigned.

Everything had worked out just like she had planned, like she had been told to do. Since her birth she had strived to be perfect for her family, for her husband, and now she had gone through with her vow and made her Lord proud; just like she had sworn.

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