Rabastan Lestrange, The Life and Times of a Dark Wizard
Chapter 6, Slytherin Prefect
Rabastan was proud when Professor Slughorn made him a Prefect in his fifth year. It wasn't that he gave a particular damn about being helpful, but it didn't always bother him to help either. It looked good for the Lestrange family as well, which always made him feel proud. When Bella and Rod had graduated a few years back, Rabastan really buckled down and applied himself even more to his studies. He didn't care about high marks for themselves, though it would please his parents. As Rod said, though, the higher his marks, the more he knew, and the more he knew, the more valuable he would be to The dark Lord some day, which was what they all wanted.
Not having Rod and Bella in school with him anymore hadn't been as hard a blow as he'd expected, because they met him in Hogsmeade every week end to party. Their promise to do so was the only thing to console him in his third year when they were no longer Hogwarts students. Though spending weekends with them had helped him recover from their departure, nothing helped him recover from the fact they hadn't waited for him before pledging themselves to The Dark Lord and becoming Death Eaters.
He would be angry about that until he became a Death Eater himself. He knew it and he didn't care. It was his dream that they join The Dark Lord together as three, but Rod and Bella were horrid prats who couldn't wait. Sometimes it really was no fun being the younger brother.
When not studying, Rabastan did spend his Hogwarts evenings mentally feeling out any Slytherins or Ravenclaws for potential followers of the Dark Lord. Those with proper values who wanted to see a better wizarding world for wizards and witches free of fear of weak pathetic Muggles who still somehow had all the power and rights due to a crippled ministry!
This activity involved a lot of listening and observing, and just the right amount of talking when it was time to engage a person of interest in conversation. Some may not like the way they were treated, and others may want power, and Rabastan had a solution for them all. He'd begun this process of selection his very first night at Hogwarts, practicing on his dorm mates, and honed the art as the years passed.
"I've got two seventh year Slytherins interested in meeting The Dark Lord when they graduate, and one Ravenclaw at least thinking about it," he told Bella and Rod proudly as they sat drinking in the Hog's Head one fine Saturday night in November.
He felt being a Prefect made it easier for him to mingle with older students. Perhaps this was true, and perhaps it wasn't, but it gave him the confidence so he was good with it.
"Ravenclaws are good," Bellatrix said, downing her drink and placing the empty glass down onto the dirty bar with a pointed bang to gain old Aberforth's attention for a refill.
"They're smart enough to actually give us a good conversation, unlike Roddy's dumb friends. That means they'll actually be smart enough to contribute to the Dark Lord's service in more...unique and productive ways."
"My friends contribute," Rod said with a grin.
He was always amused by how much Bella hated his loyal and obedient friends, because, as he frequently told Rabastan, he actually didn't see enough in the lump heads to bother with hating.
Bellatrix rolled her eyes.
"I meant ways that don't involve thug and goon," she drawled.
"Hey! Thugs and goons have their uses," Rod protested.
She nodded.
"True, but brains are more interesting so both are good."
Rod gave a satisfied nod.
"That, I can get behind. Though we don't want too many brains, else we'll have too much competition. We want to remain the best and brightest, after all."
"True," Bellatrix said.
Leaning toward Rod, she snatched up his nearly empty glass and downed the last swallow.
"Perhaps he'll bother to refill them now that there is more than one," she grumbled.
"So who's the Ravenclaw," Rod asked Rabastan.
"Her name is Helga Hainsworth," he said.
"She said she may meet up with us here tonight. I told her you could answer any questions she might have," he said.
"Plus she has a really hot friend I've been flirting with in Slytherin. I told her to bring her along, you know for company and support."
He grinned.
"Is she one of those two that you mentioned being interested in The Dark Lord's service," Bellatrix inquired.
"Gods I'll be sober before he gets over here to refill," she complained darkly.
"No. The Slytherins are both guys. Helga's friend is more interested in getting married than having any sort of career, but none of that has anything to do with me. I'm just hoping to get laid."
Rodolphus laughed, clapping him on the shoulder.
"Just look at you!"
"An entire year younger than we were," Bellatrix frowned.
"Oh come now," Rod said, slinging an arm around her shoulders as he waved Aberforth over with his free hand for about the third time.
This time Aberforth finally noticed, and stomped over to refill their glasses.
"He's still a baby," Bellatrix grumbled.
"Shagging is an adult activity."
"I said I hoped to shag," Rabastan clarified with a roll of his eyes.
Three more drinks later and he was beginning to think that Helga and her friend weren't going to show when they finally staggered through the door. They'd obviously gotten drunk somewhere else.
"There they are," he told Bella and Rod, poking Rod in the ribs with an elbow to gain his attention. He and Bella were snogging, which seemed to happen if the conversation lagged for more than three bloody seconds.
"We came to have spooky conversations," Helga's friend sing-songed as she slumped onto the stool beside Rabastan.
She had a head full of extremely thick blonde waves that just begged to be played with and pulled. Her body was like an hour glass and Rabastan was very interested in asking her what time it was.
Helga moved to sit beside Bellatrix and Bella gave her a friendly smile.
As Rod and Bella chatted with Helga, Rabastan flirted with her friend. He bought her a drink, and told her how pretty her hair was before asking if he could touch it. She giggled and said that he could. Her thick waves of hair fascinated Rabastan like nothing else had. They were like spun gold, and were so fun and springy to run through his fingers. He was literally mesmerized, so nearly fell off his bar stool when Helga called across him to her friend.
"Hey that was my ear you were shouting into," Rabastan squawked.
"Want to go to the lady's with me and Bella," Helga shouted again at her friend.
Rabastan had to draw his hands from her hair to cover his ears.
"Sure," the beautiful blonde said, hopping off her bar stool and blowing Rabastan a kiss as she followed Helga and Bella.
"How's it going with Helga," Rabastan asked Rod once the girls were out of sight.
"She seems interested in meeting the Dark Lord," Rodolphus said.
"She researches old artifacts and I'm sure he'd love for her to help find some for him."
Rabastan nodded. That sounded good.
"Good going, Little Brother!" Rodolphus clapped him on the shoulder, beaming proudly.
Rabastan beamed back. He always felt ten meters tall when Roddy was pleased with him.
Suddenly the bar was filled with the shrill, panicked sound of screaming! It came from the back where the lady's and men's rooms were located. Both Rabastan and Rodolphus had just turned in that direction when Helga came racing back toward them. Her eyes were wild with horror and she was out of breath.
"Go get her! That crazy bitch is going to kill Bronwyn," she screamed.
"Who the fuck is Bronwyn," Rodolphus asked.
"And who is going to kill her? And why do we care?"
"Bronwyn is my blonde friend," Helga screamed at him.
"Go get her," she continued, long bony fingers reaching to dig into Rabastan's shoulders.
"Bellatrix is beating the hell out of her! She's bloody crazy!"
She shook Rabastan as she spoke, as if shaking him would make her words sink in more or something.
Helga was tall and thin with wispy black hair that always seemed to hold static. She wasn't nearly as pretty as her friend.
"Um I have had a lot to drink, and will probably puke if you continue to shake me," Rabastan said carefully.
Helga swore and turned to Rod, who sat calmly watching the situation.
"Do something," Helga demanded and Rod shrugged.
"If she's made Bella angry, I'm not going to stop her from her vengeance."
"Oh for fuck's sake," Rabastan said.
Rising from his stool, he headed for the back of the bar.
"Bella," he shouted.
"Coming," Bella snapped.
She exited the lady's with Bronwyn's thick blonde waves in one hand. A screaming, sobbing Bronwyn was attached.
"I'll kill her," Bellatrix hissed.
"Shut up," she added to Bronwyn, slapping the blonde hard enough to make her teeth rattle.
Rabastan couldn't hear them rattling over the general noise in the bar, but it really looked like they were rattling to him.
"She said she was going to shag Roddy Lestrange tonight," Bella told Rabastan.
As she spoke, her dark eyes flashed with a completely psychotic rage.
He gaped as her words registered.
"But he doesn't even know her, and he'd not do that to you," Rabastan protested.
"Stop," Bronwyn screamed at Bellatrix.
She kicked out, connecting with Bella's leg which was a mistake.
"Oh hell no," Bella said, yanking Bronwyn's head back by the fist full of blonde hair and punching her in the throat.
Bronwyn staggered, looking as if she would pass out, hands fluttering up to grasp at her throat.
"Bella, stop," Rabastan shouted.
"Not sleeping with you, after all," Bronwyn wheezed at Rabastan, pointing an accusing finger at his chest.
"Not sure why she cares so much, but she's crazy! All of you better keep away!"
Bellatrix blinked.
"But you said Roddy, you stupid little witch!"
Bronwyn shrugged as best she could from her current bent double position.
"Yeah, isn't that his name?"
"No, you silly cow," Rodolphus snarled from behind Rabastan.
He and Helga had approached without Rabastan, Bellatrix or Bronwyn noticing.
"His name is Rabastan Lestrange, and you're not worth his time if you didn't know his bloody name."
"Sorry...I meant him, not you...I don't even know you."
She spit blood and a tooth onto the floor, not appearing very lady like at present.
"That's fair," Rabastan said.
"I didn't know her name either."
"Well at least you didn't call her by the wrong bloody one," Rodolphus said.
"We Lestranges do not tolerate such disrespect, and you deserve better."
Rabastan couldn't help feeling flattered even if his lower bits didn't particularly give a damn.
Rodolphus approached Bella, drawing her hard into his arms and kissing her passionately.
"That was hot, Babe!"
"I am billing your family healer, Lestrange," Bronwyn screamed as she stormed out of the bar with Helga trailing behind.
"Damn," Rabastan complained, as something occurred to him.
"Not only was she extremely hot, but I think her name means white raven. She was a raven too, and the two of you ruined what could've been a beautiful night!"
Rod made some sort of sound of acknowledgment, but as he was still snogging the hell out of Bella, Rabastan didn't think he'd be getting conversation any time soon.
"I'm going back to Hogwarts," he grumbled, and swept from the Hog's Head.