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A Death Eater's Daughter
By KTBallerina
Back to the Infamous Fortress
A Black, a mother, a Death Eater:
Another day staring at the same words, pondering every moment of my life. I often wonder where I went wrong. I had everything I ever wanted, but then I let myself be married off to Rudolphus. Perhaps I should have acted more like Narcissa, who had several beaus to choose from.
No need to stir the bitterness in my own cup, I thought quietly. It was true, Narcissa had everything and had managed to salvage it. Damn her!
We were raised all the same. Andromeda, Narcissa, and I, but it brings out the best in some, the worst in others. I think I would do it the same way over again. Except for that one blaze of hope in my life. Blaze...
The wheels in my head began to turn again and again. That word meant something. Blaze. The thoughts cam eto me quietly. Blaise LeStrange, my daughter.
I had to escape I had to find her. My darling daughter, whom had been stolen away by aurors. The most foulest of beings. I had to leave I had to save her, I had to find her. Suddenly a noise like a canon came and disturbed all my thoughts.
BOOM
I heard a high pitched cackle, I heard metal bars grating against one and another and I heard my name.
"The ever loyal Bellatrix LeStrange," Voldemort hissed looking at me.
"My Lord, you came for me. Thank you," I said bowing, almost crawling at his feet.
"Arise, Bellatrix, you have served me loyally for the past sixteen years, now I will do as you ask. I can promise to torture he who sent you hear, or finish the work on the Longbottoms, anything you wish," Voldemort said softly.
My daughter, Blaise. I want my daughter back, my Lord. She is at Hogwarts, but I want to see her," I answered rage coursing through my voice. "I want whatever imposters pretending to be her parents dead. I want them to suffer as I have suffered these past sixteen years."
"It shall be done. I know you were the one who tried to find me, the only one. For that you shall be rewarded beyond your most wildest dreams," Voldemort said. "You shall rise through the ranks of all Death Eaters. Your daughter shall rule alongside my heir, as was promised so long ago. Lord Voldemort does not forget and he forgived very little."
"My sister, Narcissa. I would also ask to see her. Surely you did not punish her?" I asked fearing the answer. I may spite my younger sister, but I know she is weak. She would never survive a punishment at the hands of our Lord.
"No, long ago she gave her services for eternal protection. She agreed to raise her son as my heir as long as I promised to never hurt her or the boy," he replied slowly watching her expression. "You will see her tonight, for Lucius has offered the use of one of his manors as a base to prove his worth to our cause."
"When will I see my daughter, her name is Blaise? Somehow the aurors took her from me," I explained. I could not keep the anger out of my voice. It was dangerous to display emotion in your voice in front of the Dark Lord.
"Patience, it must all be planned, Bellatrix. Perhaps for the Christmas holidays, for I can not risk an attack on Hogwarts for one girl, yet," he answered. Bellatrix did not know the date, but she was fairly sure it was still months away judging by the sound of his voice. I hate being patient, patient is for the weak like Narcissa.
"Very well, my Lord," I answer knowing the subtle tone of finality in his voice. I walk out of my cell for the first time in sixteen years. I grabbed the small object a masked Death Eater hands me, a soda pop can. I feel the familar jerk from behind my navel and my feet leave the ground.
I arrive at the Malfoy Manor, I see my youngest sister gazing at me from above. She is beautiful, looks as though she was still sixteen.
"Bellatrix? What happened? Sister, what are you doing here?" she asked. "Speak to me Bella!"
"My master came for me," I said still in a daze from my travel. She hands me a piece of chocolate. Then I remember Blaise. "Narcissa, have you seen my daughter? Where is she? Is she a Slytherin?" Narcissa smiles weakly.
"No, Hogwarts, yes," she sayd. I spend a moment trying to figure which answer goes to what question, but eventually I understand. "Draco has a picture of his housemates in his year, come with me."
We walk through the luxurious manor and I marvel at its many riches. We arrive in a room painted green with black silk and leather everywhere. Narcissa points to a picture on the bedside table. Sitting in between a pug faced girl and a troll-like girl is a girl I think must be my daughter.
She has black hair and clear icy blue eyes like Narcissa and myself. She is beautiful and most importantly, a Slytherin. I turn back to Narcissa.
"She looks just like you, Bella," Narcissa said softly smiling looking down at the picture. I see her eyes turn to a very handsome young boy, who looks as though he could be Lucius' twin.
"Is that draco, though I hardly need ask?" I ask anyway. She nods. "Does she know who she is? Who she will marry?" She nods again, though sadly it seems. "Why does she have a true love?" I ask mocking the very thought.
"Draco told me, Blaise Zabini is quite taken with the young Mr. Harry Potter," she answers almost laughing. The color drains from my face.
"My punishment is far worse than any my victims could have given," I replied. She does not know about the message on the wall, but she understands my plight. "Her fascination ends now. When she comes here for Christmas she will begin to learn her place among us."
A Death Eater's Daughter
By KTBallerina
Back to the Infamous Fortress
A Black, a mother, a Death Eater:
Another day staring at the same words, pondering every moment of my life. I often wonder where I went wrong. I had everything I ever wanted, but then I let myself be married off to Rudolphus. Perhaps I should have acted more like Narcissa, who had several beaus to choose from.
No need to stir the bitterness in my own cup, I thought quietly. It was true, Narcissa had everything and had managed to salvage it. Damn her!
We were raised all the same. Andromeda, Narcissa, and I, but it brings out the best in some, the worst in others. I think I would do it the same way over again. Except for that one blaze of hope in my life. Blaze...
The wheels in my head began to turn again and again. That word meant something. Blaze. The thoughts cam eto me quietly. Blaise LeStrange, my daughter.
I had to escape I had to find her. My darling daughter, whom had been stolen away by aurors. The most foulest of beings. I had to leave I had to save her, I had to find her. Suddenly a noise like a canon came and disturbed all my thoughts.
BOOM
I heard a high pitched cackle, I heard metal bars grating against one and another and I heard my name.
"The ever loyal Bellatrix LeStrange," Voldemort hissed looking at me.
"My Lord, you came for me. Thank you," I said bowing, almost crawling at his feet.
"Arise, Bellatrix, you have served me loyally for the past sixteen years, now I will do as you ask. I can promise to torture he who sent you hear, or finish the work on the Longbottoms, anything you wish," Voldemort said softly.
My daughter, Blaise. I want my daughter back, my Lord. She is at Hogwarts, but I want to see her," I answered rage coursing through my voice. "I want whatever imposters pretending to be her parents dead. I want them to suffer as I have suffered these past sixteen years."
"It shall be done. I know you were the one who tried to find me, the only one. For that you shall be rewarded beyond your most wildest dreams," Voldemort said. "You shall rise through the ranks of all Death Eaters. Your daughter shall rule alongside my heir, as was promised so long ago. Lord Voldemort does not forget and he forgived very little."
"My sister, Narcissa. I would also ask to see her. Surely you did not punish her?" I asked fearing the answer. I may spite my younger sister, but I know she is weak. She would never survive a punishment at the hands of our Lord.
"No, long ago she gave her services for eternal protection. She agreed to raise her son as my heir as long as I promised to never hurt her or the boy," he replied slowly watching her expression. "You will see her tonight, for Lucius has offered the use of one of his manors as a base to prove his worth to our cause."
"When will I see my daughter, her name is Blaise? Somehow the aurors took her from me," I explained. I could not keep the anger out of my voice. It was dangerous to display emotion in your voice in front of the Dark Lord.
"Patience, it must all be planned, Bellatrix. Perhaps for the Christmas holidays, for I can not risk an attack on Hogwarts for one girl, yet," he answered. Bellatrix did not know the date, but she was fairly sure it was still months away judging by the sound of his voice. I hate being patient, patient is for the weak like Narcissa.
"Very well, my Lord," I answer knowing the subtle tone of finality in his voice. I walk out of my cell for the first time in sixteen years. I grabbed the small object a masked Death Eater hands me, a soda pop can. I feel the familar jerk from behind my navel and my feet leave the ground.
I arrive at the Malfoy Manor, I see my youngest sister gazing at me from above. She is beautiful, looks as though she was still sixteen.
"Bellatrix? What happened? Sister, what are you doing here?" she asked. "Speak to me Bella!"
"My master came for me," I said still in a daze from my travel. She hands me a piece of chocolate. Then I remember Blaise. "Narcissa, have you seen my daughter? Where is she? Is she a Slytherin?" Narcissa smiles weakly.
"No, Hogwarts, yes," she sayd. I spend a moment trying to figure which answer goes to what question, but eventually I understand. "Draco has a picture of his housemates in his year, come with me."
We walk through the luxurious manor and I marvel at its many riches. We arrive in a room painted green with black silk and leather everywhere. Narcissa points to a picture on the bedside table. Sitting in between a pug faced girl and a troll-like girl is a girl I think must be my daughter.
She has black hair and clear icy blue eyes like Narcissa and myself. She is beautiful and most importantly, a Slytherin. I turn back to Narcissa.
"She looks just like you, Bella," Narcissa said softly smiling looking down at the picture. I see her eyes turn to a very handsome young boy, who looks as though he could be Lucius' twin.
"Is that draco, though I hardly need ask?" I ask anyway. She nods. "Does she know who she is? Who she will marry?" She nods again, though sadly it seems. "Why does she have a true love?" I ask mocking the very thought.
"Draco told me, Blaise Zabini is quite taken with the young Mr. Harry Potter," she answers almost laughing. The color drains from my face.
"My punishment is far worse than any my victims could have given," I replied. She does not know about the message on the wall, but she understands my plight. "Her fascination ends now. When she comes here for Christmas she will begin to learn her place among us."