Disclaimer- I do not own Harry Potter or any of it's elements.

A/N- I'm back. This is one of my better stories, and it's been in the process for maybe a month or so. Bah, it's too short for me to love, but it's too long for me to hate. Also, the whole repitition about the rocks and the sirens is an allusion to the Odyssey. No need for reviews, I'm rather fine on my own right now.

Dedicated to Y.T. You make me feel better about life, thanks.

It all starts with a swish of skirt. A too short, too thin, too see-through skirt on the hips of a too attractive, too dark beauty.

swish, swish, swish.

Rodolphus watches her as she walks past. Skirt swishing, eyes glittering, he knows that she's either happy or angry or even somehow both. He's seen that happen before, but people tend to not ask about it.

swish, click, swish, click, swish, click.

Heels. Yes, six inch thigh-highs; black and shiny and in the best leather she could get. The fact that Ro could see how high the boots went up did not help any. He could just imagine the white and creamy skin that those shoes were hiding...

swish, click, flick, swish, click, flick, swish, click, flick.

"What's that? Sorry, Rodolphus Lestrange is unavailable at the moment, as he is doing more important things at the moment, such as giving into his teenage hormones and ogling Bellatrix Black. Would you like to leave a message?"

swish, click, flick, swish, click, flick, swish, click, flick.

He just finds something about that girl-no, woman; the way she's walking, no girl could to that to a boy- so mesmerizing. One look at that black hair, thin figure, and she's got him ensnared in a viper's nest.

"Don't you know what they say about her? She's a black widow... Pulls boys into her web and eats them, without time to even think about adding some salt."

Her outfit is most definitely a violation of the dress code here. And for a girl- no, woman- who's so against muggles, she's wearing a very shocking muggle outfit. That shirt –if you could call it a shirt- was extremely indecent... it barely covered her up at all.

"Although it's not as if you mind... In fact, you rather seem to be enjoying the view from here, don't you?"

Lucius had warned him about her. "She's a siren. Simple as that. Bella, that girl... She'll entrance you and keep pulling you further and further in, and then all of the sudden, you'll be, into those rocks and into your doom. Stay away from her, else you'll be caught and strung and another head for her to put on her wall."

But then... But then she looked right at him, glittering eyes that seemed to penetrate his mind.

No, no, no, no, don't look at her, don't... don't...

Bella, Siren, whatever her name was tilted her perfect face, twisted her red, red lips, and smiled at him. Her perfectly white and straight teeth and her veil of dark hair sent him over the edge, and he went tumbling, tumbling, tumbling...

Siren, siren, siren, siren, siren, siren, siren, siren, siren, siren.

He knew at once, he was a goner. He headed for the rocks, praying to whatever God there was that he might come out alive.

FIN