I open the door and put my long black cloak up on the rack. Things are perfect for me now. As I deserve...
"Rudi!" I call, heading into the kitchen. Two glasses are on the counter....one is whiskey, Rudi's, the other is a dirty martini. I hate martinis so....who else is here? I leave the kitchen, head through the living room to the base of the long handsome staircase where I strain my ears. I hear low voices, soft giggling...sounds of appreciation. Who is fucking with my husband? I move up the stairs slowly, my hand trailing along the smooth oak railing. I remember when we bought this house....only a year ago. Right after Hogwarts. We got it for the staircase and the big luscious master bedroom. Which I am outside of now. I push it open, bursting into the room. There is Rudi. He's with some slut....probably foreign. She's wearing a black lacy bra that pushes up her probably fake boobs, and a matching black thong. She's kneeling forward, her long straight black hair creates a curtain that hides what she's doing....giving my husband a blow job. He looks up, and sees me. His bronze eyes widen in shock and horror. I take pleasure in his expression. A smile twists my face unnaturally and I can't tell if I'm pissed, surprised, or upset.
"Bella, I-" He starts, but I turn on my heels, slamming the door and flying down the stairs.
"Bella, wait!" Rudi calls, chasing after me. He grabs me round the waist, spins me in his arms and looks right in my eyes. I lift my hands and shove him away.
"Let. Go. Of. Me." I say, grabbing my cloak and swinging it around my shoulders, "You may think that your pretty bronze eyes and pitch black hair will dig you out of whatever shit you dig up, but let me tell you right now Rudi, the shit has hit the fan. You can't do this to me because I will make you pay." I say, turning my back on him, I open and close the door with a sharp snap. Once outside, I twist and vanish, the image of my master's face pulling me towards him.
"Master!" I call, opening the door of my sister's manner and starting off towards his room. I knock and push it open. The room is dark, like him.
"Why Bella, what a lovely surprise." He says, his dark eyes glinting in unmasked pleasure. Thirty minutes ago, it might've made me blush.
"You were right." I say my voice breathless.
"Lord Voldemort is always right Bella, but what about this time?" He asks, his eyes boring into my mine. I know he'll see what I see, but I tell him anyways.
"Rudi. You were right. He wasn't good enough; he betrayed me." I say, raising my chin in defiance.
"Ah." He says, his pale spider-like finger coaxes my chin up, "I won't do that to you." He says. My eyes widen, and I nod.
"But first..." He says, spinning in a whirl of cloaks so that he is behind me, his fingers trail across my chest as he says, "You must prove yourself to me."
"I would do anything for you master" I say breathlessly wishing he would do what he wants and erase my thoughts.
"That is good..." He says, "Because the task I ask of you could be trying. But I would expect you capable of it." He says snapping off the sliver clasp on my cloak and letting it fall to the floor.
"What is it?" I ask, my voice a little harsher than intended. He smiles as he says,
"You must murder your sister, Andromeda." My mind whirls, and then he kisses me.