Hello! This was written for the 5 Drabbles Competition by alyssialui, in which I was given a Voldemort/Bellatrix pairing and five prompts - one for each drabble. I hope you enjoy!
18th March 1961
"The boy has got the right idea," Cygnus Black addressed his wife, an ornate gold cup of wine in his right hand and his left indicating how passionately he felt about the subject. "Yes, the enigmatic name and the mass muggle murders last week is a tad elaborate, but it is all propaganda, it has just got to be done."
"This kind of ugliness is necessary." Walburga replied, abandoning her dinner to slap a hand down on the polished wood of the table. "If the muggle-born filth do not exist then they no longer pose a threat to our world. This 'Lord Voldemort' as he calls himself is the only one determined enough to orchestrate the cleansing of our world so let him have free reign, I say."
Cygnus nodded gravely, taking a long sip from his cup. "Yes, well, in any case this is not a matter to discuss around children." He said once he had emerged. He inclined his head toward the three Black sisters, finishing their supper with forced neutral expressions. The discussion ended as Cygnus and Walburga returned to their own meals, and a heavy silence fell across the fine table.
Bellatrix stared down at her plate, following the intricate design of the gold with her eyes. She tried in vain to not scowl at the food assembled there, not quite hungry but knowing that she would be reprimanded should she not finish a meal.
Her Mother and Father – her entire family – upheld specific expectations of how the wizarding society should be. Bellatrix had been taught from the moment that she could talk that when she went to Hogwarts next September she would be sorted into Slytherin. Other houses, she understood, admitted muggle-borns. Bellatrix knew that muggles were filth and obtained their magic by stealing it from other, more deserving pure-blood witches and wizards. She recalled the many Latin lessons she had endured and being taught the correct stance for wandwork, and a wave of fury pulsed through her. Muggle-borns did not deserve to go to Hogwarts, not when she, Bellatrix, had worked so hard all of her life to be a good witch.
Bellatrix began to cut her chicken, but rather than the Coq Au Vin she saw muggle-born children who would try to usurp her in wizarding society. Her fork pierced the white flesh, tearing it apart, mutilating it until satisfaction settled in the pit of her stomach.
Yes, her Father was right. Lord Voldemort did have the right idea.
