Written for Care of Magical Creatures Classroom, 'Would You Rather…' Challenge! [Always Open!], and The Snakes and Ladders Challenge - SIGN-UPS RE-OPEN.
James wasn't sure when he first noticed Lestrange always seemed to be noticing him. All he knew was that one day, Lestrange seemed to always be out of the corner of his eye. Not just in the fights between the Death Eaters and the Order, but as James was walking down the street, anywhere really, he would see a flash of him.
Of course, by the time he turned around, Lestrange was gone.
Lestrange would be gone and James would be left with a pit of fear in his stomach.
(o)(o)(o)
Rabastan had always been aware of James Potter. The younger man had been in his third year when Rabastan was in his last, and Rabastan had just started to realize that the young, annoying Gryffindor, who had corrupted Sirius Black, who should have been placed in Slytherin in Rabastan's opinion, was though still a young, annoying, corrupter, miss-Sorted boy, was starting to grow up.
And he was doing it well.
Of course, after Rabastan graduated, he hardly gave thought to Potter. The boy was too young and too good to be of any use.
Rabastan remembered the first time he saw James Potter anew though. It was in a fight with the Order, it must have been only two weeks after his graduation, and he saw him.
He saw his untamable black hair, his dark blue eyes, his long nose, his red lips, and his strength. He saw everything. He needed everything.
He wanted everything.
(o)
It took a year before Rabastan saw the perfect opportunity to prey on James, to make him his.
Oh, he had plently of opportunities to do so, but none felt as perfect as this did now.
The Order, whether it was because they were foolish or their numbers were much more depleted than the Dark Lord thought or some combination of both, sent only James Potter and Remus Lupin on a mission to stop him, his brother, and his sister-in-law from getting their hands on a piece of information about Gellert Grindelwald. For what purpose, Rabastan didn't know, but it was not his place to question the Dark Lord.
It was simply his place to follow the orders he was given.
They only just heard Potter and Lupin come in, and they barely managed to hide and get a good look at who was coming in. Rabastan felt a rush when he realized it.
He knew that this was the time. This was the perfect moment.
Rabastan looked over at his older brother, and whispered, "I want Potter." He knew that he could trust Rodolphus to keep his odd tastes to himself, and Bellatrix too. They were the only two he trusted with his leanings, and they were only people that would help get what he wanted.
And Rabastan wanted James more than anything.
"Of course," Bellatrix said, her voice smooth and silky. "I'm assuming all in one piece?"
"Yes, Bella," Rabastan responded. "I want him perfect."
"So that's how you'll get him," Rodolphus told him, and Rabastan was so lucky to have a brother like him.
A brother that knew exactly what he was thinking, almost reading his mind. Ever since Rabastan was little, Rodolphus had always understood him, made it clear that though others wouldn't, he would.
Bellatrix, lovely, lovely Bellatrix was the same.
In sync, the three of them opened fire on the two Order members. Matching them, spell for spell, they entered a battle. Bellatrix and Rodolphus took the werewolf, who barely managed to keep up with them.
Rabastan faced James.
It wasn't a mere fight. No, this was a dance, each matching the other wand for wand, spell for spell. They were elegant, they were in sync, and they were great. Rabastan grinned as he felt the two of them trying to conquer the other, and he knew he would a good person to want.
James would never just give in. He would make Rabastan fight for it, and that was just how Rabastan liked it.
He would break James eventually, and would have to discard of him when he did, but until then Rabastan would be having the time of his life.
He had already prepared the perfect place, an old abandoned cottage with anti-Apparation wards all around it, and a Fidelius Charm almost ready to be put in place.
Bellatrix would be the Secret Keeper. Rodolphus was a little too obvious, in Rabastan's opinion.
Finally, he managed to knock the wand out of James's hand and pushed the man against the wall. Oh, he probably should wait for when they arrived at the outskirts of the cottage, he should probably knock James out too, but he wanted to see that anger, that disbelief, and that fear in James's eyes as he realized what exactly was going to happen.
Rabastan smirked, and kept James against that wall. James looked at him with confusion, wonder at what he was doing.
They would change in a minute.
He kissed James. There was no tenderness, no kindness, and no love in it. Rabastan didn't want there to be. He wanted James to know, to understand, and to feel Rabastan's control.
His dominance.
He pulled back and smirked harder at the look in James's eyes. So much fear. So much pride.
This would be so much fun.
Quickly, he dis-Apparated.
(o)(o)(o)
Remus watched in shock over what had just happened to his best friend. Breathing heavily, he turned towards the other two Lestranges. He was going to make them tell him what happened to James.
He turned to look at them.
They were gone.
Out of all the people in his life, Remus had never truly been afraid for James.
Right now, he couldn't think of a time where he had been more afraid for anyone.
There will be a sequel, in which James gets recused. But for one of the challenges I wrote this for, it had to be pretty dark, and I decided to end it dark. After I write a few more stories for other challenges in this collection, this will be the first one I write.