A/N: Not much of this is mine. Only a little bit. I make no money writing this. It's only for my enjoyment.
Chapter One
"Welcome my child. You truly are a Daughter of Darkness." Voldemort hissed. "Severus! Go back to the old man and tell him that he has lost her. She is ours now."
"Yes my lord." Severus said from the doorway, bowing.
"Wait. What if he didn't tell them that, but you sent me back or somehow let me extract information from them?" I said quietly to the Dark Lord.
Voldemort stood there for a moment, quiet, his red eyes staring a hole into my bowed head. He let out a sound in the back of his throat that sounded like a sigh. "She has a good idea there… Let us consider those options before we inform the old fool of his loss." Voldemort turned to Rabastan and smiled. "Perhaps you could take Jedda to see if Bellatrix has anything more… appropriate for Jedda to wear."
I looked down at my pale blue robes and wondered what was wrong with them. Rabastan muttered a "yes my lord", took my arm, pulled me to my feet and led me out of the meeting room. We walked to a fireplace and Rabastan pulled me close as he threw Floo powder into the fireplace and yelled, "Lestrange Manor!" I coughed as we were deposited in a beautifully arranged sitting room. Footsteps clicked down the hall and Bellatrix Lestrange leaned against the doorway, a slight smile on her pale face.
"The Dark Lord has informed me of the situation. Come and follow me." She said, turning and heading down the hall.
Rabastan followed her, and I followed him as we made our way through the magnificent manor. It was large and extravagant, and yet it had a dark air about it. I certainly didn't want to stay there any longer than I had to. Bellatrix stopped at a large door and went in, Rabastan and I followed. She went straight to her closet and started pulling out clothing and throwing it on the bed.
"Now Rabby, what exactly do you think she should wear tonight? It has to be somewhat revealing and dark." Bellatrix said, holding up dresses to me.
"Well then Bella, I don't think you have anything she can wear. All your clothing is very revealing." Rabastan said, sitting down in one of the cushioned chairs and chuckling at her scowl. "Bella, I'm sure you'll find something she can wear. Just nothing that is going to make her look like a whore."
Bella scoffed and went back to holding dresses up to me. When she held up a silky, midnight black dramatic V-neck halter dress that gathered at the midriff with a gorgeous bias-cut hemline with a floor length back and mid-thigh length front, my jaw dropped and she grinned.
"This is it! This is the dress for you. Go try it on." She said, handing the dress to me and shoving me towards the closet, closing the doors.
I put on the dress, took a deep breath and stepped out into the room. Bella and Rabastan stopped talking as I stood there in the dress, feeling self-conscious. Rabastan was looking at me and there was something in his eyes that I couldn't make out… I had no way of confirming it, but I had a hunch that it was lust. Bella recovered quickly and put black 4-inch heels on my feet and stood back to admire how I looked.
"Well, my work here is done. I suggest you get her to the dinner, Rabby, before the Dark Lord has your hide." Bella said, giggling. "Rudy and I will be there soon."
"Thank you Bella. We'll talk to you at dinner." Rabastan said, taking my arm and leading me downstairs.
"What dinner?" I hissed as we entered the sitting room.
"The dinner where the Dark Lord introduces you to the Death Eaters as his apprentice, partner in evil, whatever term he decides to use. Please behave yourself. Whatever you do wrong, I get punished for it, and I personally don't feel like being crucioed for three hours tonight." Rabastan said, throwing Floo powder into the fireplace, taking me into his arms and yelling, "Riddle Manor!". When we stepped out of the fireplace, Death Eaters were everywhere.
I closed my eyes, took a shaky breath and whispered, "What have I done?"
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A/N: Jedda's dress is on my profile as my picture.
