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It was one of her unluckier mornings when she awoke to the unmistakable feeling of a body pressing into her own. She took a deep breath as she tried to slowly slip out of the grip of Antonin Dolohov. The painful dig of rough hands into her hip bone was a sure sign that her luck was getting worse and worse this morning.
"Don't move, little Nymphie." The tired moan of a voice could almost be mistaken for a loving voice.
"I- . . ." Dora took a deep breath as she sat up from the sheets, pulling the nightdress she was wearing closer to her chest to subconsciously shield her naked form, not that he hadn't already seen it.
"I need to go check on my son." Dora spoke defiantly as she went to step up off the bed, gritting her teeth to stop a yelp of annoyance as she was pulled back into the sheets.
"The elves can deal with him if he wakes." Dolohov propped himself up onto his elbow, staring down at the dark haired witch now forced back into the bedding. "Besides, your mother has been hanging around the boy like he's merlins gift to man kind."
Dora looked away from the man as she thought of her mother. She'd spent so long growing up trying to help her mother grip onto what small tendrils of sanity she had left she was unsure if she could rescue herself from her depleting sanity in her current situation.
"We have places to be, Dolohov." Dora tried her hardest to speak as politely as she could as the mans hand trailed down to the hem of her night dress.
"We have time . . ." he leant forward, trailing delicate kisses down the witches neck as she tried her hardest not to shudder in disgust "and all me Antonin, not Dolohov . . . or maybe in the bedroom I would accept master or 'oh dear merlin'"
The chuckle of the older man vibrated on her skin as she gritted her teeth "How about I simply call you 'Ant' like the puny little irritant you are?"
She decided the remark was worth it as she felt the slap hit her square across the face, she could feel that it would leave a nasty mark if not removed magically.
Dora glared at the older man "Fuck you."
Another slap, this time more of a punch as the wizards back hand caught her cheek bone.
"Oh dear Nymphie, is someone forgetting their place?" Antonins' thumb caressed her cheek almost lovingly if it wasn't for the mocking undertone of the mans voice. "I would remind you that when you are my wife there will be no mummy and daddy around to protect you every day, or to protect your little Teddy bear."
With that the young witch felt a wave of defeat spread throughout her body as the man smirked down at her in his twisted way. She deemed it best to remain silent.
"Good little Nymphie. See, you're just like your mother. I always told Rodolphus he never trained her properly, that I could have tamed her long ago." Dolohov pulled the witch close to his body as he leant against the headboard, embracing her as he twisted his fingers around her hair "Do you know why your father is a stupid man?"
Dora remained silent, glaring straight ahead as she bit back another sarcastic remark. She couldn't help it as a gasp escaped her lips at the unexpected grip on her jaw forcing her to look into the eyes of the cruel man.
"I asked you a question, bitch." He growled, making Dora realise that as sick and twisted as he was to start with she was sure Azkaban had not left Dolohovs mind as untouched as she once assumed.
"What? Why is my father 'stupid'?" Dora returned the mans earlier mocking tone.
A shit eating grin split across the mans face as he pulled the girl up further onto his lap, leaning down and resting his chin on her shoulder, his lips tickling her ear as he whispered "Because he had leverage. He had you. He should have used you to reign your mother in, I'm sure she would have jumped at the simplest of requests if he threatened her precious little girl. But you see I can understand his reasoning, you are his sole heir, his princess . . . Your half-breed freak means nothing to me, Nymphadora and I'm more than willing to reign you in through him."
Dora froze for a few moments, trying desperately to hide the thought of the terror that ran cold through her body at the idea of her tiny little boy being hurt at all.
"Antonin . . ." Dora whispered, barely daring to move let alone speak above the small whisper she was currently using.
You didn't need to look at the male Death Eater to know that a sickening smirk only Death Eaters gave off was stuck on his lips "I don't play games, little Nymphie. When I make threats I mean them and I follow them through."
After a few seconds of silence Dora chose her path, slinking her arms around the older mans neck and nestled her head onto his shoulder, burying her face in his neck.
"Good Nymphie." He kissed her head as he chuckled cruely at her.
She let the man hold her in silence for a few minutes. A chill ran through her body as she felt the night dress slowly lift off and over her head. She bit her lip to stop any retorts as her left arm was gently lifted and the deep black outlines of her Dark Mark were kissed tenderly. It was a sensation the witch wasn't used to, Remus having always purposefully avoided that particular mark once he knew about it, though she couldn't deny the strange sensation as sparks of dark magic pulsed to her core making her instinctively want to pull her arm away.
"Ah ah ah . . ." Antonin smirked as he trailed his tongue down the mark, chuckling at the visible shiver that Dora gave off as the dark magic sent an electric shock down her body "He won't be summoned . . . it's just an amusing little flurry of magic; when magic as dark and potent as this are engraved so deeply there are of course little . . . effects given off. Think of it as a little reminder to us all that he is always with you, he can always get to you, you will always serve him."
Dora closed her eyes, unwillingly to give away the fact that she had enjoyed the pulse of magic, it was a sensation she hadn't felt before. Maybe she was more like her 'mother' than she'd ever dared admit . . .
"I can teach you many more little tricks that your wolf boy would never know, Nymphie . . ." Dolohovs hands were soon roaming her body again, tears springing to her eyes.
"Do-Antonin . . . We really do have places to be, The Dark Lord is waiting . . ." with the sound of his masters name Dolohov was almost snapped out of a trance, letting the girl go as he slid off the bed, summoning his Death Eater robes.
The young witch had never been more grateful to have a mission to attend to as she summoned her robes, ignoring the smirk from Dolohov as he was clearly amused at her desire to still futilely attempt to salvage her modesty as she pulled on her underwear beneath the sheets, slipping her robes on after she was sure her most intimate areas were covered.
"I'll meet you downstairs." Dora went to leave the room, hissing as she felt Dolohov grab her arm, turning her to him "We have to go, Antonin."
"I know, but I wouldn't want mummy trying to curse me when her precious little girl was covered in bruises." She felt a surge of warmth flow over her body as any wound or mark across her body healed miraculously.
Dora tried her hardest not to glare at the man as he kissed her cheek "Off you pop, pet."
She couldn't leave her bed chambers soon enough, knowing that Dolohov would follow behind her after waiting a few moments so her parents suspicions were not raised.
"Accio broom." Dora practically snarled the command as she felt her annoyance at Dolohov seeping out of her as she almost fell ass over tit down the marble staircase. She was sure that she felt an old charm of her mothers righting her step as she grabbed her broomstick, deciding she would fly down towards her waiting family rather than attempt the stairs again.
"Don't fly in my home, Nymphadora." Lucius Malfoy seemed almost defeated in his reprimand compared to when she would attempt the same trick in her teenage days.
She jumped off her broom, landing with a smirk next to Bellatrix, giving her a one armed hug as she felt the façade of her life outside of her current situations fell into place. It was almost scary how easily she had created these masks and personas to portray in front of those who supposedly loved and cared for her.
She made sure that smirk was plastered onto her face like her life depended on it when she felt Dolohov slipping beside her. Nymphadora almost embraced the confining feeling of apparation as each Death Eater jumped into action.
She opened her eyes on a large field in which was unmistakably a muggle community, the large metal structures sticking out of the ground around the group being the clearest give away. She remembered asking Remus about them when he had taken her away to a muggle town to escape and understand things that her family would be appalled to hear she'd even heard of let alone considered the workings of. As far as she could remember they carried elec . . . electrity . . . she sighed as her mothers voice snapped her back to reality.
"Come on, time to work." With an evil grin Bellatrix Lestrange kicked off of the ground, zooming off into the air above them on her broomstick, her father soon following her.
With a deep breath Nymphadora Lestrange followed, zooming high above the lights of the muggle town. She was almost taken back when she was greeted by such a large group of Death Eaters waiting for them high into the clouds. With as much concentration she could muster she pushed all thoughts of everything out of her mind, praying to Merlin that Remus Lupin wouldn't be hanging around the Potter residence tonight as the deadly group awaited Harry Potters attempted escape of Privet Drive.