*innocent whistle* TRIGGER WARNING! (blessed trigger warning) for violence and suggested things that actually happened. I was feeling very evil when I wrote this. :D I am thrilled (should I be ashamed?) that we have finally reached this chapter. And my cat just died. Happy Battle of Hogwarts Day! :D
Dora (poor Dora her cat died XD XD XD)
Rodolphus stepped into Bellatrix's playroom—he shook his head slightly at her name for it—and saw Bellatrix giggling as she waved a battered, exhausted Nymphadora goodbye. "Not good enough!" she chimed. "Poor Nymphie!"
The door shut on the unfortunate witch, and Bellatrix turned to her husband. "Roddy," she smirked, walking up to him and giggling as she felt a hex surge through her body. "Now," she pouted, "that's not nice. I've been good today!"
"Then you'll come with me quietly," Rodolphus said into her ear in a low voice, his hands stroking her body firmly. "I want you," he growled, shoving her against the wall and kissing her roughly, one hand grasping the front of her dress and ripping it wide open.
"Oh," Bellatrix pouted at him, her arms winding around his neck and pulling him closer. "You know I would...but the Dark Lord wishes for me to attend him this evening." She giggled before kissing her husband deeply as a Curse ran through her body. "Roddy, don't be jealous," she pouted, and he glared at her in rage.
"He always wants you," Rodolphus hissed in fury. "Always! And you never find time for your own husband!"
"It is an honour," Bellatrix said breathlessly, leaning her head back against the wall as she sighed happily. "I am grateful. His daughter has been a blessing—"
Bellatrix shrieked with laughter when he slapped her with his full strength, the witch reaching up to touch her face. Rodolphus strengthened his Curse, pleased that he seemed to have broken her nose with the force of his blow. "Don't do something you'll regret!" Bellatrix cackled with laughter, writhing in her husband's grasp. "I could have you killed, though this is so much better...or I could send you to the dungeons and play with you like I did Nymphie until I knew how she would behave. What should I do with you, hmm, Rodolphus?"
The man shoved her away, infuriated at her disrespect. "I hate you," he hissed at her before storming out of the room, her insane laughter following him. He couldn't help but think that every who left Bella's playroom left the same way, destroyed, no matter how she destroyed them. He found himself walking toward the wrong wing of the Manor and frowned as he approached the wards.
An idea came to his mind, and the more he thought about it, the more it appealed to him. Rodolphus raised his left arm to the wards, walking into the prisoner wing of Malfoy Manor and searching for one room in particular: Nymphadora's room. He smirked when he found it, taking a deep breath as he tried to think of how he should approach the girl, though he finally couldn't wait any longer and wrenched the door open, walking into the room.
The girl looked up with a frown, then jumped to her feet in shock, drawing her wand. "What do you want?" she demanded in a shaky tone, and Rodolphus was sure that the witch had been crying, realising that he had probably just missed Andromeda leaving the room.
Rodolphus stared at her for a moment, sure that he looked totally insane to her, though as he flicked his wrist, disarming the witch, she gasped in fear, stepping back from him as she asked, "Rodolphus, what's going on?"
He could see the fear in her eyes, could almost taste the fear radiating from her, and it made him hungry for her. "Going on?" he chuckled, his voice low and husky. "Nothing...yet."
Nymphadora stepped back again, but he lunged forward and grabbed her by the wrists, slamming her against the wall. "Get off me!" she shrieked in horror as his hands slid wandered down her body, the man pressing her firmly into the wall. "Leave me alone!"
"No, Nymphie," he breathed, looking straight into her eyes as he sent a Curse burning through her body. "I will not leave you alone. You are mine." He smirked at her screech of pain, kissing her cheek and on down her neck, biting her in his increasing passion.
"Bellatrix will find out!" Dora choked in her fear as he increased the intensity of his Curse. "She will—"
"She would not believe you, Nymphie," Rodolphus murmured into the girl's ear. "Why would Rodolphus Lestrange want to bed a filthy half-blood like you when he has Bella, hmm?"
Her body seemed to shudder, and he laughed at her struggles, Cursing her yet again as he dragged her over to the bed, throwing her down quickly before he waved his hand to chain her down. Nymphadora stared up at him, tears beginning to trickle down her cheeks. "Please, no," she sniffed. "Please don't do it—I—I don't know what I've done wrong."
Rodolphus knelt on the bed next to her, thoughtfully splitting her nightdress down the front as she writhed pathetically, trying uselessly to get away. "It's not you," Rodolphus admitted. "Bellatrix angered me, and I thought you'd be a good bit of fun to relieve my...stress."
Nymphadora cringed in horror. "No," she begged, though she shrieked when he ripped her dress from her, smirking at her as he stroked her hip thoughtfully.
"Yes," Rodolphus retorted, half playfully. "You need to behave. That's what Bella always says: that I need to behave. I'm the good one." He shook his head to get himself back on track. "Ah," he said with an evil smirk, "let's free you of that last bit of protection, shall I?"
"Rodolphus," Dora cried, her chest heaving as he removed her garments, leaning in to kiss her warm, soft skin. "No!" A sob escaped her, her entire body trembling as he boldly touched her, sounding pleased at what he had discovered.
"Oh, Nymphadora," he breathed, squeezing her firmly, and she groaned, tears of shame streaming down her face. "Shh," he said, kissing her face and slapping her when she turned away. "If you would cooperate, you would learn to like it," he told her. "I can be kind, but no one knows that, of course. They're all like Bella, and now you."
"I hate you," she breathed, her face draining of colour when he sat back from her, shrugging out of his robe as he smiled condescendingly at her struggles.
"Stop," he pouted at her, and couldn't help noticing how much more terrified she seemed when he mimicked Bellatrix. "Your fear is so arousing, Nymphie…." He sighed, relieved to finally have an outlet for his frustration with Bella as he crawled over Nymphadora, leaning in to kiss her deeply. "Mmm," he groaned, wanting her more than ever as he Cursed her to punish her for struggling against the chains so much. "Nymphadora!"
She was shrieking under the Curse, her head thrown back in agony, and Rodolphus drew a steadying breath to keep himself focused. Nymphadora screamed, her hair turning pure white as he defiled her in the worst way possible. Rodolphus slapped her a couple more times when she misbehaved until she finally gave up, sobbing hysterically as she let him have his way. "Please," she whimpered, and he kissed the corner of her mouth, his breath hot on her face. "Please—"
Rodolphus didn't stop until he was satisfied with his results, yelling out in pleasure and collapsing beside the young, broken witch. He released her from the chains, pulling her into his arms and kissing her head. "I like you," he murmured against her cheek. "You're the only other woman I've had besides Bella. I usually hold myself to a higher standard."
"Let me go," the witch sobbed desperately. "Haven't you had your fun?"
"Nymphie," he pouted, "don't try to get rid of me so easily."
Nymphadora's entire body shook with sobs, the witch writhing against her abuser even though he hadn't Cursed her again. "Oh!" she cried out as she tried to get away from him and found that it now hurt her a lot to move.
Rodolphus waited a few moments, then moved back, laying the witch back down in the bed and kissing her cheek gently. "You're beautiful, Nymphadora," he smirked. "I can't wait until next time." He slid off the bed, robing himself once again and looking back at the broken witch one more time. "Yes, I could definitely make use of you more often." He turned and left the room, smirking proudly at his accomplishments, that he had tamed Nymphadora even for a few moments.
He was very pleased, and when he saw Bella getting ready to leave their room that evening, he ignored her, concentrating on his beautiful memories of what had just happened in the prisoners' wing.
Nymphadora lay there, crying in horror as she curled on her side, clutching her sheet to cover her body, though her bed now smelled like Rodolphus Lestrange. Her body ached from his rough touch, the witch gasping in pain as she struggled to sit up.
She wrapped her arms around herself, tears spilling down her face as she tried to think of what to do next, how to react. "R—Remus!" she sobbed, longing for his reassurance and gentle embrace. "Oh, Remus!"
Her bruised body didn't want to move, and she summoned her wand, beginning to try to heal all her scratches and bruises. She sniffed back her tears as she tried to concentrate, wanting to do her best to hide all the evidence. The witch finally forced herself to painfully get up from the bed, walking to her wardrobe to find a change of clothes. She knew she must get a bath, as she didn't want her mother to find out what had happened. She didn't want anyone to know that she'd been so horribly used by the one person she'd halfway tolerated since her family's abduction.
Nymphadora turned this way and that, looking in the mirror carefully as she hid and healed her wounds. "No one can know," she breathed as she inspected herself one last time. She grabbed her things and opened the door to her room, chilling in fear as she looked out into the hall before hurrying quickly down the hall into the small bathroom.
She calmed down more as the hot water washed her tears away, rinsing her body clean from Rodolphus' filthy passion. She dressed quickly, gathering her things and hurrying back to her room, wanting to sleep away the memory. Nymphadora held back tears at the thought of crawling back into the bed and was going to throw the sheets off the bed when there came a knock on the door.
"Dora?" Nymphadora chilled in fear before recognising her mother's voice.
"C—come in," Dora called in a small voice, stuffing her torn dress out of sight.
Andromeda walked into the room, looking around in confusion. "You said you were going to bed? Dora, you said you were fine, but if you still couldn't sleep—you could come stay with me. Teddy wants you, I think."
Nymphadora shook her head numbly. "I'm fine, but I can't—I feel that there's too much Dark magic in my system still."
"Do you want me to try again?" Andromeda sighed.
"No!" Dora said quickly, holding back a wince at the pain in her body. "It's enough: I just need rest. I'm sorry I disturbed you."
"Dora," Andromeda began, then stopped, reaching out and stroking the girl's hair out of her face. "I must have missed this," she muttered to herself, looking at Dora's neck just behind her ear. "Another bruise..."
Nymphadora shivered as her mother healed another bruise that she'd missed. "Mum, stop," Nymphadora whispered, putting her hand up. "I just want to rest now. I'll be fine, no matter if you missed one spot or ten."
Andromeda frowned at her daughter, confused. "Why is Rodolphus' signature on you? He helped Bellatrix today?"
The girl nodded wordlessly, looking down as she was grateful she never went into details of her training with her mother. "He—he's mean," she muttered. "I thought he was the best out of all of them, but he's still pure evil."
"D—don't trust anyone," Andromeda said in a strange voice. "Maybe not even me."
"I—" Dora bit her lip. "I trust you."
Andromeda sighed, then reached out and hugged her daughter carefully, making sure not to surprise her. "I love you, Dora, and I will help you with anything you want to talk to me about."
Nymphadora hugged her mother back after momentarily freezing in fright. "Okay," she nodded, faking a yawn and pulling away from her. "I'm tired," she sighed, walking back toward her bed. "I'll see you tomorrow."
Andromeda left the room, a very peculiar look in her eyes as she turned away from her daughter. Nymphadora immediately stripped the sheets off her bed, wrapping herself up in only the blanket, frightened as she wondered if Rodolphus would return to her again. Dora curled up on the mattress, shivering in fear as she lay awake long into the night, every sound making her fear that he had come back.
Nymphadora silently walked the floor with her son a couple days later, shivering slightly as she worried. She knew her mother was suspicious, but couldn't bring herself to tell the woman what had happened to her. She wanted it to be her secret, and not to let anyone else know what had happened between her and Rodolphus. She shuddered, thinking of the man, and held her son closer, blinking back tears. It didn't matter how much she cried: it seemed that she woke up every morning with fresh fear and fresh tears, though she would never admit to anyone that Rodolphus terrified her.
"Mumma loves you," Nymphadora whispered to her baby, kissing his soft brown curls. "I—I'll make sure that nothing hurts you, no matter what I have to do." She sniffed back tears, seeing him look up at her with bright eyes, the child reaching out to touch her face. "Suffering is nothing as long as you stay safe," she breathed. "Your father would want you to stay safe."
"Nymphadora?" came Draco's voice, and she jumped in shock, her magic crackling as she whirled to face him.
"What do you want?" she demanded, and he stepped back slightly.
The boy looked at her for a moment, then sighed and shook his head. "This was a bad idea," he muttered.
Nymphadora watched him nervously, and he finally looked back up at her. "I...I saw Rodolphus here, Nymphadora." Her face drained of colour as she heard him speak, and she stared at him in horror. "I never wanted to think that he would do something so unholy," Draco muttered, then looked into her eyes. "I know what he did to you, Dora. I've seen evidences of it in other victims before—"
"I am not a victim!" Dora cried, glaring at the boy. "I—"
"All of us are victims," Draco intoned, turning away from her. "Look: you really should talk to someone about it. This will destroy you from the inside out."
"How are you the expert on this?" Nymphadora hissed.
The young man shook his head. "I am not," he said. "But I can tell that it's hurting your mind. At least talk to your mother, Dora."
Nymphadora shivered, a tear dripping onto her cheek. "There is nothing anyone can do," she breathed. "I will never be safe again, and I can't trust anyone. No one can stop them, Draco." She sniffed, horror dawning on her as she realised that she was free game for any of the Inner Circle to prey on. "I hate him."
"I know," Draco sighed. "I just—well, you've been singled out by Rodolphus for this purpose, but you're not alone. Confide in your mother; it will help you."
"Experience, Draco?" Nymphadora laughed bitterly. "I don't want to talk, and I won't. And if you dare say a word..." She glared at him fiercely, and he shrugged.
"Once I would have been infuriated to be threatened in my own house," Draco answered her. "But I have no home. I have no freedom, no safety. All you can do is hold on to your family."
"Leave me alone!" she hissed, turning away from him as tears spilled down her cheeks. She was glad when she turned to sit down in the rocking chair and found her cousin gone. She dashed away her tears, trying to control herself, but she knew Draco was right, and hated that he was so complacent in his misery. "I will never be a silent victim," she breathed. "I will never just give in."
A small part of her hoped that Rodolphus had got what he had wanted and would leave her alone, but Nymphadora knew that was not the case.
Rodolphus and Rabastan Lestrange were laughing uproariously as they arrived back at Malfoy Manor, having destroyed an entire Muggle neighbourhood. "Go celebrate," Rabastan laughed, slapping his brother on the back. "Whatever you want to do. I know you don't want to hear me tell the others what happened."
Rodolphus merely nodded, thanking Merlin that his brother knew at least that much. He walked straight to his room, but it was untouched, and the man clenched his fists angrily. He decided to check Bella's playroom, but it was empty as well, and he knew that she wasn't with Delphi because the wards on the room were different.
He went straight to the wine cabinet and poured himself a glass, downing it in a single draught. He drank another, and a third before he turned away from it, anger still burning deep inside him. He didn't need Bellatrix, if she was going to be so unfaithful to him; he knew where there was a witch just as delicious.
He eagerly turned toward the door, leaving his room and making his way up to the prisoners' wing again. It wasn't, after all, as if he were seeking Nymphadora out on his own: Bella had driven him to this end. He had to have some way to vent his anger and frustration. Rodolphus grinned slightly as he commended himself for finding the perfect way, and pleasure too.
He went straight to Nymphadora's room, finding her cradling her son as she tried to get him to take a nap. He breathed her name, and she turned to him, breathing his name in fright before yelling at him not to hurt her son. "Then you'll behave, won't you, Nymphie?" he smirked. "Obey what I tell you?"
"I—" the witch clutched her son closer, her hair slowly tinging white as he approached her, pulling her to sit on the bed. "Wha—?"
"I'll let you finish taking care of the brat," Rodolphus said simply. "It wouldn't do for him to be upset while you and I are going at it."
The girl seeming to cringe, holding her son protectively as he watched them, his hand possessively resting on her hip. Rodolphus could hardly bear to wait until the child was asleep before he motioned Nymphadora to put her cub in the cot.
Nymphadora crossed the room, reaching down to lay the child in his cot when she felt the man behind her. "Stop!" she hissed, going to pull away from him, though she heard the sound of material ripping and froze.
"Nymphie," the man sighed, shaking his head as he slipped his arm around her and flicked his wand to put a ward over the child's crib, "you've got to quit tearing your skirts."
He smirked at her glare before forcing her against the wall, the witch already in tears as he reached out to her again, teasing her with his touch. "Nymphadora," he whispered against her neck, "how do they make half-bloods like you so desirable?"
"Unhappy pureblood marriages," the girl choked, screaming out as Rodolphus disapproved of her reply, a ruthless curse surging through her body.
"You haven't learned a thing, Nymphie," he sighed in disappointment. "Well, at least I'm patient." To his amusement, the witch sputtered in disbelief despite her pain. "I meant that," he growled, biting her neck as her body went rigid against his once again. Her hair shot white as she screeched with pain, the witch digging her nails into her hands in an effort to fight off the Curse. "Bad Nymphie. You must learn to behave."
He was intrigued by her cries and covered her mouth with his, kissing her deeply. She struggled against him, though as he pressed his wand into her stomach, she froze.
"R—Rodolphus," she cried, her hands now grasping onto him as she tried to focus, to stay above the pain of the Curse. "It hurts!"
"Yes," he breathed, pressing his face into her pure white hair as she cried out when he redirected the spell. "Isn't it beautiful, Nymphadora?"
"N—no!" the girl sobbed, and Rodolphus chuckled.
"Say yes," he hissed in her ear, pausing the Curse for a moment. "Say yes to the beauty of pain. Never in your wildest thoughts can you dream of what glory, what joy there is in absolute agony."
"I hate you," the witch shrieked as she struggled to push him away. "You sound like Bellatrix."
Rodolphus nodded thoughtfully. "She's taught me well," he agreed. "Though you aren't half as good a learner as I was."
"Sick!" Nymphadora yelled, magic crackling through her hands, and Rodolphus was shocked for a moment before laughing harshly and lifting her into his arms, carrying her to the bed.
"Oh, Nymphie," the man groaned, looking down at her lying readily on her back. "I don't know how I never thought of this before...you make a great toy." He laughed as he crawled over her, a Curse ready in case she tried to fight him. "Remember," he whispered as his hand trailed down her body to rest on her hip, "you promised you'd be good, Nymphie."
He watched her awareness recede in her eyes as he took advantage of her helplessness, kissing her cheek softly before grazing her neck with his teeth. Rodolphus was amazed that she did not make a sound, and determined that, whatever he had to do, he would get a good reaction out of her. He chuckled to himself, smirking in delight. This was a game Rodolphus Lestrange always won.
