Chapter 2- Curious Smoke in the Dead of Night

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Bellatrix giggled madly as she ran down the hall, Ruldolphus hot on her tail. He ran up to her and wrapped his arms around her waist, not letting go. "Rudolphus, not here!" she said laughing. He didn't stop. Somehow she escaped his grasp and countinued to run down the hall.

A tall figure stood off to the side. She had a voluptious figure, but never showed it. Her hair was always down and hanging around her shoulders. Her glazed honey brown eyes showed every feeling inside her, be it her head or her heart. Why she did this for Satan she didn't know. You love him Neithe told herself, he gave you a life other then in heaven...

Suddenly, she heard voices coming her way. Neithe made herself be invisible once again so they wouldn't stop and ask stupid questions. A girl with black hair and some guy flew past her, the girl slowing down every couple of feet to let him catch her. The whole 'helpless girly newly wed' thing desgusted her. Neithe scowled and made a yanking movement with her hand in the air. The carpet under Bellatrix jerked, causing her to fall. Ruldolphus fell on top of her.

"OW!" she yelled. He quickly got off of her and asked her if she was alright. "NO I'M NOT BLOODLY ALRIGHT! LOOK AT MY ANKLE!" she pointed at it. Her ankle was twisting the wrong way and looked broken. Some of the skin was teared and maroon blood poured out of the wound. Bellatrix began to sob uncontrolibly.

"Blimey...we need to get you to the dark lord!" Ruldolphus said hurridly. He carefully picked her up and ran down the hall.

Neithe's scowl turned to a wicked smile. If she couldn't be happy, nether could they. So she countinued to float down the hall, becoming increasingly close to Severus's room...


Severus awoke in the dead of night, sweating and in a panic. He had had a horrible nightmare of James Potter. His hands were cold and clammy and his feet were terribly cold. Severus' window was broken and the storm had started up again outside. Lightning flashed against the wall and thunder pounded in his ears. He looked to his door.

Something black was passing through behind it. Small whisps of black smoke crawled benethe it and he knew it was Neithe. Severus swallowed and shook his head. Talking to her would mean only more trouble for him. Lord Voldemort had already used an unforgivable on him today, and he couldn't imagin what she could do. But when her face appered through the door, his curiousity was too strong to ignore.


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