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So... September, as promised, here comes a new chapter. I've finished this fanfiction, done three more chapters of Twisted Diaries and two of babysitting, but none of Bella :/ Sorry, I'll get to work on that.
I know it's not a lot, but I actually realised that there are more things to life that the internet :o I know, shocking.
A lot of things have happened since I last updated. A certain boy or two, new and amazing friends, depression, my fourteenth and worst birthday yet... so much has changed in the last six months.
Enough of that, thank you so much for waiting, and I really really really hope you enjoy this. I love you all!!!
Chapter 7 – The Order Intervenes
"Does this make me look fat?" The Dark Lord Voldemort gestured to his wig (purple with an orange peace sign on the front) as he asked this question to his Death Eaters, who were assembled around the dining room table of Malfoy Manor for what they'd been told was an 'incredibly important meeting'.
Lucius immediately had a flashback of being asked this same question every day for the past 24 years of marriage by Narcissa, or six times a day when she was pregnant with Draco.
Bellatrix looked down at her own stick-thin figure sadly. The skeleton comment had been haunting her since her sister said it. The Dark Lord wouldn't love her if she looked like a skeleton! She had to put weight on. Looking around to check no one was looking, she lifted a Honeydukes Mega Chocolate Bar of Draco's she'd been hiding under the table and took a bite, before shoving it back under the table.
Severus rolled his eyes, smacking his hand against his forehead. Voldemort glared at him, raising an eyebrow. "Are you saying this does make me look fat, Severus?"
A loud, theatrical gasp echoed throughout the room, and everyone turned to look at Bella, who was glaring daggers at Snape. "How dare you suggest My Lord looks at anything but his best today! He always," She spun around in her chair to stare fanatically at him. "Always looks immensely powerful, majestic, beautiful, imperial-"
She was cut off by her husband; "Oh, Bella, you flatter me." Rodolphus smirked, leaning over and pressing a kiss to her temple.
No one quite knew how to answer that.
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Two uneventful days later, Bellatrix (complete with chocolate bar) and Narcissa (complete with a Madame Salem's Slim-Easy breakfast bar) sat on one of the leather couches, probably gossiping at the expense of one of their peers. Lucius was bent over a bit of parchment, trying to help a bored Draco with his homework. Severus was in another corner, back to the others as he marked homework papers.
Suddenly, the room seemed to rattle. Everyone looked up, just as another rattle came. Lucius stood, staring at the front door. The rattle seemed to be coming from there…
And suddenly, the door burst open, and Aurors flooded through into the room, wands drawn and pointed at various Death Eaters. The room immediately burst into action; Bellatrix, who'd never really gotten over the fact that her baby sister was now more mature that she was, stood up and pushed Narcissa behind her. Lucius, still refusing to believe that his son had hit puberty yet, did the same with Draco. Severus just stood up.
Mad-Eye Moody, walking into the middle of the room, held his wand up to Lucius. Bellatrix was about to complain that she was far more fearful, and so all wands should be trained on her, not her wimpy brother-in-law, but Narcissa kicked her to make her shut her up.
"You are all under arrest by order of the Ministry of Magic, for crimes against the Wizarding World." Another man – Shacklebolt – read out. "For conspiring with You-Know-Who, murder, numerous uses of the Unforgivable Curses, housing criminals, escaping Azkaban, blackmail, torture…"
Shacklebolt continued reading for a long time. Tonks leant against the wall and started fiddling with a priceless ornament with the mantelpiece, until Narcissa snapped at her to 'stop touching that!!!'
"…Theft, misuse of Muggle artefacts, lying to the Ministry…"
Bellatrix sat back down, bored, and picked up a copy of Witch Weekly, flicking to an article on de-frizzing hair in what she thought was a surreptitious manner.
"…Racism, blatantly ignoring the Decree of Underage Wizardry…"
Severus went back to marking papers. Luna Lovegood, T-, please note that there are no such things as crumple-horned snorkacks, so therefore their toenails cannot be used in a calming draft…
"…Using magic in front of Muggles, terrorism…"
Narcissa sat on her sister's lap and started French plaiting the wild mess of curls.
"…Depriving people of their free will, actual bodily harm…"
After what could have been an hour, two, or possibly an entire year, Shacklebolt finished; "…And cruelty to animals. But-"
"Oh, God, there's more!!" Bellatrix yelled, slamming her magazine down.
"But we are not here to arrest you on behalf on the Ministry-"
"THEN WHAT WAS THE POINT IN-"
"We are here to arrest you on behalf of the Order of the Phoenix." Kingsley said, and with these words the entire room began moving again. Narcissa found herself shoved roughly onto the floor as Bellatrix stood up, and Tonks pushed herself off the wall, grinning as her hair changed neon green. Mad-Eye Moody's eye spun with renewed vigour, and Remus Lupin's knuckles tightened around his wand so much his knuckles went white. Severus, however, waited until he had finished the end of his rant against Neville Longbottom's homework before standing up and readying himself for a duel.
"DON'T TOUCH NYMPHIE!! SHE'S MINE!!" Bellatrix screamed, stepping over her sister and accidentally-on-purpose kicking her in the head as she made her way over towards the Metamorphagus.
Kingsley immediately ran for Snape, glaring. "You traitor! You killed Dumbledore!!" Severus rolled his eyes – he got enough of that from the other teachers at Hogwarts, especially McGonagall, and was thoroughly sick of it. Urgh, if only they knew…
He was distracted from his thoughts by a stunner that whizzed closely past his ear, singeing some of his greasy black hair slightly. Sneering, he sent back a hex of his own, but Kingsley ducked it.
Lucius was busy duelling both Remus and Arthur. He smirked, sensing a good opportunity to mock their shabby clothing. "I would think, Weasley, Lupin, that people like you would be out earning money instead of this volunteer work… or do you like dressing like tramps and house-elves?" His opponents both blushed and set their jaws, but couldn't help feeling slightly jealous as they glanced around the rich, well-decorated interior of Malfoy Manor.
Bellatrix and Tonks, however, hadn't even started fighting yet. They slowly circled one another, smirking but not saying a word, until – "So how's mummy, Nymphie?" Bella said, her voice high and excited, smirking cruelly.
"Much better since she left you and your stuck-up Pureblood shit!" Nymphadora yelled, her hair flushing bright red.
Bellatrix stopped circling, throwing her head back and laughing insanely. "Do you hear that? Cissy, do you hear that?! Ickle Nymphie's trying to be tough! Aww, Nymphie, do you think that'll scare me? How adorable. You're standing up to the big bad Bewwatrix. Mummy must be so proud-"
But Dora cut her off with a stinging hex. It hit Bellatrix's arm, and she gasped, clutching the sore spot. "You ugly little brat!! Crucio!" The familiar curse escaped her lips, and Tonks' eyes widened.
She ducked out of the way just in time, rolling to the side and hiding behind a heavily polished table, clutching her wand. She couldn't see anything but wood, but she heard Narcissa's voice and knew what Bellatrix was going to do next. "BELLA, NO!! NOT THE TABLE!! IT'S LOUIS XVI!!!"
But nevertheless, a crack echoed around the room, and the table split cleanly in half. Narcissa whimpered, but Bellatrix ignored her, her eyes alight with madness as she directed her wand at her niece, who rolled out of the way just in time to avoid a nasty bone-shattering curse.
Lucius looked around as he heard the crack, his mouth falling open when he saw the ruined table. Though he knew he could fix it with a simple Reparo, he knew it would probably have a seam… and if they ever decided to sell it, its value price would go down.
Arthur and Remus took advantage of this, both sending jinxes at him at the same time – Arthur a Petrificus Totalus, and Remus an Impedimenta. Lucius flew backwards into a wall, a slumped down, unconscious. But just as the two Order members hurried towards him, Draco stepped into their path, wand raised. Narcissa screamed, but before she could run over to him, Bellatrix grabbed her around her waist, stopping her from going anywhere.
Meanwhile, Snape and Kingsley's duel had risen in tempo. Spells and curses were flying left, right and centre, and while Severus sported a boil on the end of his nose from a nasty hex (which made it seem even bigger), Kingsley had a flock of canaries pecking at his hat.
Tonks leapt onto the glass coffee table, her now purple hair swinging wildly around her face as she spun around to face Bellatrix again. Bellatrix grinned insanely, throwing her sister onto the couch to keep out of her way. Narcissa glanced up, and saw that Lucius had now woken up and was fighting alongside his son; satisfied, she lay back on the sofa and picked up Witch Weekly, turning to the article What To Do When Your Husband Becomes Surprisingly Feminine.
Bellatrix smirked, licking her lips slowly as she stared at her niece. Nymphadora's eyes changed from purple to green, and they widened, her wand trained on her aunt. The elder, sporting what would be a spectacular black eye and a split lip, started circling again, walking one and a half times around the glass table. Tonks had a cut on her cheek, and her left arm looked unnaturally limp. Her breathing was fast as she stared fearfully at the insane woman, wishing she'd asked for some backup.
Bella leant forward, smirking ear to ear. "Boo." She whispered, and Tonks toppled backwards off the table, landing right in Narcissa's lap. The blonde raised an eyebrow at her, her eyes hardening into a glare that clearly said get-off-my-lap-RIGHT-NOW-or-I'll-get-my-sister-to-kick-your-arse. Dora laughed nervously, and stood up. Narcissa wrinkled her nose and pulled some anti-bacterial spray out of her pocket, coating her lap heavily with it. One can never be too careful with Half-Bloods around, after all.
Once she was standing straight again, Tonks felt around in her pockets for her wand, but they were empty. Spinning around, she looked back at her blonde aunt, only to see her holding her wand between two of her long, diamond-adjourned fingers. The Metamorphagus' eyes widened and turned black as she looked back at Bellatrix, who had her own, slightly crooked, wand pointing straight between her eyes.
"When you die, tell Daddy I say hello." Bellatrix smirked nastily, her eyes alight. "Avada-"
But she was cut off by the feel of another wand pushing through her wild mess of hair and pressing harshly into the back of her neck. Her mad, glittering eyes widened slightly, and she turned to find the grizzled face of Mad-Eye Moody. His eye whizzed excitedly around his head, and Bellatrix swallowed, trying not to be anything but overly confident. Moody was the one who put her in Azkaban before.
"Moody…" She said, but no clever insult came to her as her as his electric blue fixed itself on her, then slid out of focus as if he were looking behind her, through her.
"Lestrange." He replied, seeming equally lacking of witty replies. His wand was under her chin, and he raised it so it pushed against her jaw, forcing her to tilt her head up. "I see fourteen years in Azkaban wasn't enough. Perhaps you need to go back there."
Bellatrix flushed paler, her eyes narrowing at his reply. "And perhaps, Moody, you need to retire. All this Auror work must've gone to your head. I'm not entirely sure which of us is the saner."
Moody didn't answer, instead he flicked his wand, sending her flying backwards until she, just like her niece, landed on Narcissa's lap. But unlike her niece, she didn't stop on Narcissa's lap, but instead her weigh toppled the sofa over backwards, sending both her and a screaming Narcissa onto the plush carpet.
Lucius looked up at his wife's scream, and bit his lip, now torn between helping his son and helping his wife. Well, Lucy, just–
Don't call me that.
I don't like it either, darling, but what else are we meant to shorten 'Lucius' to? Blame the parents. I do.
Okay. Anyway, you were saying…?
Well, think about who's in the most danger, Drakie or Cissa. Draco, who hasn't even started his seventh year of school, is fighting off two grown wizards. Cissy is with Bellatrix. Think about it. Who's more likely to die?
Err… Draco…?
NO, you idiot!! Did you not listen?! BELLATRIX!!! You're leaving my beloved wife – oh shut up, I am you, so she's your beloved wife too – in the hands of a known psycho! What kind of husband are you?
You're right! Thanks, Lucius.
You're welcome, Lucius.
Ignoring Draco's cry of "Daddy!", Lucius hurried over to his wife, picking her up and setting on her feet again. "Are you alright, darling?"
Narcissa grasped onto his arms, staring at him for a moment, before her gaze drifted over to Draco, desperately trying to fight off both Remus and Mr Weasley. "Lucius!!" She gasped. "How could you leave him alone? He's just a boy! What kind of a father are you? Go and help him!" Glaring icily one last time, she turned and stalked off.
Lucius slapped himself over the head. Great advice, you idiot. I'm sleeping on the sofa tonight.
Watch who you're calling an idiot. You're the one talking to yourself.
So are you. You are me.
…Touché. But unless you want to be sleeping on the sofa for a fortnight, I'd go and save your son's sorry arse.
Good plan.
As Lucius hurried off to help his son (just in time to stop Draco wetting himself in fear), Tonks found her wand. It had rolled under a grand piano when Narcissa and Bellatrix had toppled over, and by elongating her fingers and arm she had just managed to reach it, and also find the one place in Malfoy Manor that wasn't spotless. She wondered vaguely if she should tell Narcissa that her house-elves swept all the dust under there, before her thoughts were cut off by someone tripping over her legs.
Dora's head whipped round, but as she did she whacked it on the piano leg. Wincing, she stared at the figure lying across her legs and recognised Kingsley, but he didn't look back at her. He kept his eyes fixed on the two Death Eaters with their wands trained on him; Bellatrix and Snape. Neither of them noticed her.
"I wanna kill him." Bellatrix giggled like a toddler, her eyes lighting up and her hair gaining volume as she said it.
"We can't kill them, you half-wit, we have to capture them and bring them back to the Dark Lord. You can tie him up."
"No, Sevvy, we can kill him. You're just trying to trick me so you get to kill him instead. But it won't work. Nope."
"Oh no, Bellatrix, you saw through my ruse. Whatever am I to do now?" He said, rolling his eyes. His voice dripped with sarcasm but Bella didn't pick up on that. She just giggled insanely, pointing her wand at the terrified Kingsley. "Avada-"
Dora's eyes widened. Kingsley… Bellatrix was going to kill him! Acting on a spur of the moment, she kicked out at Bellatrix's ankles, sending her aunt crashing over into Snape, who also fell over.
Kingsley and Tonks jumped up at the same time. "We better get out of here…" Dora said, ignoring the furious cry of, "NYMPHIE!!!".
Kingsley nodded, and shouted to Mad-Eye, Remus and Arthur, who were all fighting Draco and Lucius while Narcissa stood a safe distance away and squeaked whenever either of them were in danger.
The three Order members cast their final spells and hurried over to the other two. Tonks immediately took Remus' hand, and, with a final group-glare at the Death Eaters and Narcissa, they Dissapparated away.
There was silence, until a little sniffle came from Draco. "Mummy, those nasty men made me break a nail…"
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