I don't own Harry Potter! Maybe Fred Weasley...just not Harry. I'm joking. I'm joking!


& slowly he saw her nighmares

were his most desired dreams...

Monster.

"...and to conclude this summit, I advise each of you to remember your place. I am the Dark Lord. You are my servants."

Everyone gathered around the heavily furnished and over priced table nodded their head. Some did so solemnly... ashamed. Others did so in a righteous manner. They were proud...proud to be one of his followers... Bellatrix gazed after Him with lust in her eyes. Her desire obvious in every heavy breath she took.

With that said, The Dark Lord turned and vanished into his haunt... most likely to continue his planning against that evil Potter kid. What was his problem? Going after some kid only a few years older than myself. Something's wrong with that man...is he even a man? Human?

"Draco, who is this you have here?" His red eyes swung over to where Draco was standing.

"ummm.. My Lord this is...this is Rosalie...Bryce. She has been here, been here in The Manor...staying..." Draco's voice died out and he paled significantly. If Rosalie hadn't been petrified herself, she would have slapped him for his cowardice.

"Here...in this Manor. During.. my meetings?" He said this slyly, almost seductively. Almost. If snakes could smirk, that's what he would be doing. "Now Draco, we know better than this..." He then eyed Rosalie. The small girl standing next to, almost behind, Draco. Searing her skin, observing her every body cell.

She had long dark hair, parted to one side. If she had been in the sun, she would be tan, almost dark. Exotic. But since Rosalie had been staying in the Manor for so long, her skin paled and she looked sickly. Not to mention the fact she was staring the quintessence of evil in the face.

He had always known she was in the Manor. He was Lord Voldemort after all. He could sense an outside intruder, he just never considered her a real threat. The only reason he was calling her out now was because he wanted a little fun...

"Where do you come from, love." All of his death eaters shifted uneasily in their seats at this point. The Dark Lord never used words like love.

Ever.

Bellatrix did not seem uneasy, however she tensed up with wide eyes. She seemed to be in a state of shock. Silently she wondered what he possibly could be doing.

Voldemort took notice of his followers change in stature, but did not acknowledge it. He knew what he was doing. It was about time the Dark Lord had his fun.

Rosalie had not answered him yet, so He just went on. "Did you go to Hogwarts, my sweet? Truly is a great school. I had the best times of my life there..." His eyes still burned into her. She had to answer.

After blinking a couple times to steady her nerves, Rosalie said slowly with a steady voice, "I did. Before. I was...removed." Rosalie glanced up at Draco who, in his growing cowardice, decided to become fixated on the floor tiles. She had no idea what was making her so brave, she just figured she had to answer his questions, or else she'd be killed.

Seeing that he was The Dark Lord, Rosalie thought it was safe to reveal the next slight bit of information. Maybe she could even bore him into leaving her be. "I was in Slytherin. Before I was removed...4th year."

"MMMM." He nodded his head and walked slowly over to Rosalie. Apparently, boring the Dark Lord was out of the question.


"Very good, very good, Bella. One of my most faithful servants." Bellatrix, who had been swelling with pride before sunk at that last word. One. She wanted to be The most faithful. To take out her bubbling anger she glared pointedly and maliciously at Rosalie Bryce.

Before, Rosalie would have recoiled from this look. That was ages ago.

Now, Rosalie looked back at Bellatrix and stared her strait in the face. She had no emotion. No returned anger or even fear. She looked at Bellatrix with a look that almost said "I . Don't. Care."

Bellatrix however took this look to mean pity. She wanted to spit at the stupid little girl that was stealing her Lord's affections. She deserved them... Bellatrix had always been most faithful.

"No... One of the most faithful."

When she focused her eyes back on Rosalie, she could almost see those words coming out of her mouth. She didn't say them, but she was sure that was the message trying to be passed.

"Now, it's just a matter of locating the boy and bringing him to me.." Voldemort had still been speaking as the one sided war went on between Bellatrix and Rosalie. Rosalie snorted loudly at his comment, making many jump and look at her indignantly. Rosalie had been sitting next to The Dark Lord...at the head of the table.

I guess being sex slave brought 5-star benefits.

Voldemort didn't say anything, but instead looked at her curiously.

"What? Do you need the boy to be one of your servants too?" She said this with mock innocence. Like she had no idea of whom the boy he spoke of was.

Voldemort just stated simply "I have enough servants." He gestured around the table at his Death Eaters. "No, I think I need the boy for something a bit different."

Rosalie's fake innocence immediately faltered and she responded coldly "Not that kind of servant, My Lord. No, No. The kind of servant I am...The different kind..."

Everyone's eyes jumped up immediately to their master. She wasn't supposed to say that...

It nearly seemed as though Rosalie was jealous. Like she resented the fact that Her Dark Lord was pursuing the boy. At least that's the way she made it seem. Surely though she knew that That was not the reason Voldemort wanted Harry Potter.

Voldemort knew exactly what she was doing. Getting him back. Exacting revenge by embarrassing him. Sullying his name in front of his faithful servants.

Still, she went on. "I mean you have me. And plenty...hmmmm... more than willing participants." With that, she looked expectantly at Bellatrix and made a sound by sucking her teeth. "Why would you need the boy? Hmmm? Well...Unless... of course..."

"Enough." Voldemort's breathing had quickened and his chest was heaving angrily. The Death Eaters tensed from their spots still around the table. Their master was horrible on his best days. If he was ever angered...

Yet still, Rosalie went on... "Does he turn you on? His glasses and pubescent body. Ohhhh and that scar... It's sexy, isn't it?"

Goyle looked up stupidly at Rosalie with shock and what seemed to be curiosity, Rosalie glanced at him then placed her elbows on the table and leaned over towards him. To get to Goyle, she had to angle herself right over Bellatrix whom, at the moment, she was completely ignoring. Her long black hair cascading down onto Bellatix's lap as she leaned towards Goyle's ear, she placed a hand to cover her mouth as it moved. Like a school girl telling a secret. Yet she whispered loudly so that everyone could hear exactly what she 'gossiped' about. "Yea...I think it's true. Why else would he be chasing this poor guy for fifteen years?! He must be some lover. Hey, and you know what else I heard--"

SLAMM!

Voldemort hit the table with his fist hard enough to make everyone jump. Everyone except for Rosalie Bryce that is. She had been expecting this reaction and welcomed it with open arms. He was going to feel the anger she had everyday.

Voldmort was twitching with anger. No one, No one disrespected him in this way. Not this little girl. He was Lord Voldemort. Trying to calm himself down to make out comprehensible words, all he sputtered out was, "You Dare?"

She sat up from 'whispering' into Goyle's ear and sat back into her chair to face the Dark Lord. No fear. No intimidation. Just indifference. He changed her completely. From the moment he laid his pale slender fingers on her...she had changed. She didn't even hate him. See, you had to care to hate.

"The Chosen One... Voldemort's Chosen One. The One He Chose... Sorry Bella, He Chose The Chosen One. Better luck next time." Bella glared at her looking scandalized. This silly girl had the nerve to insult her master, than add her in it too? Never.

Rosalie stood and leaned into Bellatrix, her lips almost touching Bella's matted unkempt hair. "I heard you used to be quite the catch. What happened?" Rosalie then took a few stands of the ruined knots and whispered slowly, "Maybe if you had kept yourself groomed..."

Rosalie then rolled her eyes and hopped out of her chair. "I see that I'm causing an uproar...I should go..." With that she sauntered out of the hall passing each of Voldemort's 'fan club members' in turn.

"Bryce." Voldemort meant that for an order for her to return. He was the first to leave. Always. Yet still, Bryce continued to walk away from Voldemort. He was not her master. She belonged to no one.

Each glared at her in their own special way. Carrow with extreme disgusted hate. Shocked stupidity from Crabbe. And indescribable pure loathing from Bella. It was any other day with the Death Eaters.

The whole time her expression did not change - negligence. That's what she had learned to do living there for a while. At last, she got to the end of the table. She had been walking slow to take in everyone's sentiments. There, she met Draco. The traitor. The only one who was supposed to be looking out for her.

He looked dead, with a mix of self loathing and guilt. He didn't even look up to see Rosalie pass, but she could tell he was pin-pointing her movement. Rosalie looked at him, cocked her head to the side and bored a hole into him with her black eyes, her face expressionless. Slowly, like a frightened puppy dog, Draco looked up to stare into her eyes.

Upon what he saw, he almost gasped. There was nothing there. She was a soulless hallow with a broken spirit. Draco felt his heart clench and immediately looked away. Bryce continued to walk out of the hall until she reached the hall doors. There she turned around and eyed each of the Death Eaters in turn. On her face was the ghost of a mischievous smirk. She brought her hand up to her mouth and kissed her palm. Then she quickly brought it down and slapped herself on the bottom.

"See you upstairs Darling."


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Still, sexual abuse is no joke. If you or someone you know is (or has been) harmed by a... monster, please seek help and confide. Don't protect the monsters. They're not worth it. And don't be scared. The only way to get the monster from your life is to tell. There are people put there that can help you. If you want, you can talk to me :)

Alright, alright. Enough of the depressing stuff. On with the show!!

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