Chapter 1: Dance with Evil
Flaymo Manor sat in the Black Forests encased in a dark aura that only the Dark Lord would enjoy, or so it was thought.
On a night, which promised to be from hell, a beautiful ginger haired woman could be seen getting ready. For tonight, she was scheduled to eat dinner with none other than the Dark Lord, and if it wasn't for the fact that she came here on her own resolve to heal the Dark Lord's tortured prisoners; she would never have come.
That Evening
"Welcome, Ms. Weasley, Master is waiting for you in the dining room. Please follow me." A little house elf named Flo quietly said.
Gen obliged the little elf, followed her into the dining room, and was greeted by many unwanted faces, many of which she wasn't pleased to see at all. For example, there was her archenemy, the ferret face whom was followed closely behind by Blaise Zambini, Crabbe, Goyle, and Pansy Parkinson.
"How nice to see you all." Gen sneered. "Now, if I may ask, where are my patients?"
"As always, it is a pleasure to see you too, Genevieve. However, the patients can wait. Tonight you are to dine with my colleagues and myself."
"You would rather see your victims get worse and possibly die, wouldn't you? Do you have any compassion? It will only take me a few minutes to make sure that everyone is in a stable condition."
"Let me think about it for a minute. No! How could you possibly think that I care about my torture victims? How very naïve of you darling."
"Then, what the hell am I doing here, if I am not going to help these innocent people?"
"In due time you will find out, my dear. But for now we will eat."
"MALFOY! Cut the crap! If I am not here to do the job I was asked to do, then why the hell am I here? Oh, and by the way, you can stop using the terms of endearment on me. They are not working. Furthermore, I am not yours!"
"Oh there you go. Just act like you are back at school and start assuming things. To answer your question though, did you ever think you were here because I invited you?"
"No, I did not think you invited me here. However, it might just possibly be because my invitation came from the master of Flaymo Manor, and that is obviously not you. Or haven't you noticed that this manor belongs to the Dark Lord?"
"How can someone be so beautiful, yet at the same time so incredibly naïve? This is my manor, or haven't you noticed that Flaymo Manor is the surname Malfoy rearranged?"
Gen just stood there puzzled.
"My god doll! I am the Lord of this manor. Do you understand?"
"Obviously not because if this manor is truly yours, then why is everyone in the wizarding world afraid of coming near this place? Because you, my cute little ferret, are not in the least bit scary."
"Why do you object to the fact that this is my manor, and that I am dark?"
"You know why, it happens to be the same reason you call me doll, and any other cute little name."
"So, we are going to bring that up, are we?"
Flaymo Manor sat in the Black Forests encased in a dark aura that only the Dark Lord would enjoy, or so it was thought.
On a night, which promised to be from hell, a beautiful ginger haired woman could be seen getting ready. For tonight, she was scheduled to eat dinner with none other than the Dark Lord, and if it wasn't for the fact that she came here on her own resolve to heal the Dark Lord's tortured prisoners; she would never have come.
That Evening
"Welcome, Ms. Weasley, Master is waiting for you in the dining room. Please follow me." A little house elf named Flo quietly said.
Gen obliged the little elf, followed her into the dining room, and was greeted by many unwanted faces, many of which she wasn't pleased to see at all. For example, there was her archenemy, the ferret face whom was followed closely behind by Blaise Zambini, Crabbe, Goyle, and Pansy Parkinson.
"How nice to see you all." Gen sneered. "Now, if I may ask, where are my patients?"
"As always, it is a pleasure to see you too, Genevieve. However, the patients can wait. Tonight you are to dine with my colleagues and myself."
"You would rather see your victims get worse and possibly die, wouldn't you? Do you have any compassion? It will only take me a few minutes to make sure that everyone is in a stable condition."
"Let me think about it for a minute. No! How could you possibly think that I care about my torture victims? How very naïve of you darling."
"Then, what the hell am I doing here, if I am not going to help these innocent people?"
"In due time you will find out, my dear. But for now we will eat."
"MALFOY! Cut the crap! If I am not here to do the job I was asked to do, then why the hell am I here? Oh, and by the way, you can stop using the terms of endearment on me. They are not working. Furthermore, I am not yours!"
"Oh there you go. Just act like you are back at school and start assuming things. To answer your question though, did you ever think you were here because I invited you?"
"No, I did not think you invited me here. However, it might just possibly be because my invitation came from the master of Flaymo Manor, and that is obviously not you. Or haven't you noticed that this manor belongs to the Dark Lord?"
"How can someone be so beautiful, yet at the same time so incredibly naïve? This is my manor, or haven't you noticed that Flaymo Manor is the surname Malfoy rearranged?"
Gen just stood there puzzled.
"My god doll! I am the Lord of this manor. Do you understand?"
"Obviously not because if this manor is truly yours, then why is everyone in the wizarding world afraid of coming near this place? Because you, my cute little ferret, are not in the least bit scary."
"Why do you object to the fact that this is my manor, and that I am dark?"
"You know why, it happens to be the same reason you call me doll, and any other cute little name."
"So, we are going to bring that up, are we?"