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Face-To-Faceless

Chapter 3-Make Me Lose Control.

It's the start of the war and Antonin's already gotten his mark. Nataylia gets a taste of Death Eater life before she must make her final decision on weather or not she will gets hers and join the ranks of the servants of Lord Voldemort.

The small apartment in London might look like a dump in the outside but on the inside it was decked in all the glamour befitting a Dolohov and a Greengrass. Antonin stepped through the door and saw the hallway. There had been a row over decoration because he had believed that grey and black and dark muted shades were a more appropriate colours and his partner of more than three years had rolled her eyes and told him that it was going to be gold because she was not going to be living in a 'fucking morgue or the Slytherin Common Room'. Instead as he stepped in it was to the sight of gold on the walls, the room ablaze with candles and a fire and in the living on a rather large but elegant white sofa was a woman with dark hair reading the prophet and dressed in a white dress shirt that had been washed and used so many times it was like a dress and Antonin who was still a young man and who thought like a young man wondered desperately if she was wearing anything under it.

"Evening" he said finally hanging up his cloak and kicking off his shoes.

Nataylia Greengrass looked up at him smiling softly. The year and a half they had been living together (but not married as his mother constantly pointed out if it was nothing short of a scandal) had been full of nights like this, soft nights were the easy glow of the fire was just all they had. There has been other nights as well, Antonin knew but while he had embraced the darkness, the decisions and the teachings of a newer, better, purer world Nataylia had still not taken that step. It did not matter if she did it today or tomorrow, Nataylia was not a woman to march to the beat of another's drum, he knew that she was going to do it eventually but…well…The Dark Lord took a harsher approach.

"How was the meeting" she said as he sat down next to her warming his bare feet by the fire.

"Long" was the truthful answer. "Gained some more recruit's, of course we know half of them, Nott, Crabbe and Goyle—"

"Crabbe and Goyle?" Nataylia asked with a cackle. "What the fuck does he want those two idiots in his organisation for? The only thing there good for is brute strength and stupidity—one less brain cell and they'd be going backwards"

"Brute strength" Antonin replied with a scowl. "Of course the cannot master a basic spell but they can use the right curses when they want to and they have the right connections. Of course whoever's with them faces more risk but that's by the by. Also…" he said dithering. Here was the tricky part. Nataylia was so tetchy when it came to her family. Her father and mother might have considerable pure-blood leanings and wouldn't he suspected mind a child with the mark on her arm providing she was discreet but Cyrus was another story.

"Cyrus" she said finally. She was always good at that, Nataylia, she always had the ability to read him like a book. He nodded. She turned back to her newspaper and read over the top heading.

"He's not joined that Order of the Phoenix has he?" she has finally. Antonin shook his head, that he would have heard off.

"But he was seen in a muggle coffee shop the other day and that's just the start of it." he said finally wrinkling his nose at the thought and then deciding to spare Nataylia the knowledge of just what her brother was up to.

"He's a healer now" she said finally. "Or he was when I last spoke to him" There was a twinge of sadness to her voice and Antonin knew that the relations between her and Cyrus were strained ever since he had moved in. They loved each other as brother and sister did but there was a deep desire to save the other one from what they both thought was a collective mistake. And there was a stubbornness that always, always underpinned the love felt for the other. They were Greengrass's, stubbornness was part of the DNA structure.

"Was I asked about?" she asked and Antonin took that to mean that she wanted to change the subject and because his partner had a wicked right hook as well as a nice curse arm that could make a grown man sob like his balls had been ripped off.

"Yeah" he said shortly as she sat up leaning against his shoulder. He wrapped an arm around her automatically and she pressed her head to his chest her dark hair streaming out. She had wanted to cut it as a graduation transformation from Hogwarts but the thought of losing her hair (which was one of the things that he loved) had sent him into a blind panic and he had begged her to keep it long so she had looking slightly amused at his reaction and slightly worried for his sanity when she had.

"And?"

"And they want to know when you'll join" he said finally. "He's not mentioned anything but Bellatrix has"

"Merlin does that fucking bitch ever give it a rest!" Nataylia said sighing and standing up. "Isn't enough that I am already on several Ministry watchlists? That I occasionally go to the meetings and that I hid her brother in law that one Christmas. I loathe the Lestranges by the way I don't know what Ras was doing in my bathroom but my sink was stained for a week"

"Our sink. And I don't want to know either, man's a lunatic, you know what the Lestranges are like, they'd marry their own brothers and sisters before they let the family tree be spoiled, actually I think they did fifty years ago which might explain a lot…" he winked at her and Nataylia had the grace to giggle.

"Don't" she said finally. "Don't change the subject. I will take the mark when I am ready to take the mark, I know it has to be done, I know that I will be called to fight, but I don't think that going into open warfare when the Dark Lord himself has not even—"

"He is" Antonin said finally. "That's what we were discussing. He's going out in the open on Friday. His plan is to storm the meeting of the Magical Peace Association and kill everyone. All one hundred and eight members all from different countries in the world. It's our grandest attack yet and it will certainly see the folding of Bagstrode's ministry if were lucky"

That stunned her into complete and utter silence and Antonin had a moment of pure triumph that he had achieved the one thing that he had never achieved at Hogwarts—making Nataylia Greengrass speechless. It was a heady feeling.

"Oh" was all she said. She turned her head to the side and swallowed as if she was battling something in her head. Antonin watched her wearily, half of the fun with Nataylia was her temper and her ability to make him bleed but that didn't mean he wanted to face it head on. It had been a long day, a long meeting and the promise of what was going to come was something that was weighing on his mind in both excitement and dread.

"So that's it then" she said finally looking at him. That look in her eye was glittering and dark again and it was that same blazing look she had given him when she had told him she had been asked to join the Death Eaters, a decision she was still refusing to fully commit to, at least right now, at least the last time that he had forced the issue which had resulted in a screaming match until two in the morning until suddenly she had pushed him backwards onto the floor and then ridden him until he couldn't feel his bones anymore.

"This…this life, teetering on the edge, it's over come Friday. One way or another you'll be marked as a Death Eater. And the Ministry will come for me to get to you"

At that Antonin surged off the couch reaching with one hand for her waist so that she was pulled flush against him and the other curling around her cheek and chin in an almost bruising grip. She looked at him and her eyes were still glittering again with that blazing look that was both terrible and dangerous and so alluring that he hoped that she would never stop looking at him like that. That look was his drug, his very air that he needed to keep going and nothing would stop him from ever looking for that look of love and desire and a passion for him, for the cause she did believe in and for a life together.

But there was something that he had to make sure that she understood. If Nataylia Greengrass ever understood anything about Antonin Dolohov, she had to understand this. And he had to ensure that she never forgot it. Ever. Because he never would.

"They will never get you do you understand? I will never let you fall to their hands, never. I will slay all who attempt to take you from my arms and I will send them all to hell. Even if you never get the mark I will protect you"

Nataylia smiled and then grabbed his chin pressing herself closer so that they were gripping each other tight.

"When" she said slowly her voice low and with that hint of danger that never failed to send Antonin to his knees, he could feel them weaken just at the tone.

"Are you going to get it into your head Dolohov. I don't need fucking protecting"

And with that she yanked his hair and Antonin fell to his knees a smirk on his face as she hoped onto the table her legs falling apart so that he could pull them closer to him. She yanked his hair again forcing him to look at her and her grin was feral. Merlin he loved her when she looked like that.

"Tomorrow I will get my mark, and I will go with you on Friday. Whatever happens I will not be the woman that waits for her husband to come home. World can only have one Narcissa Malfoy in it. If were going to do this then you better be sure we'll do it together."

Antonin struggled to speak for a second and then when he found he could find the worlds he struggled with, that he had always struggled with and said so frequently but were true. Always true.

It did not matter. He knew Nataylia like she knew him, neither one of them were the sentimental type, their decisions showed that but they knew their own mind and their own feelings.

"I love you" he said finally. It was a hard thing for him to say, but he meant it all the same. Nataylia watched him for a second and then smiled. It seemed that here in this room they were on the cusp of something. After tonight it would never be the same again and Antonin thought seeing that he was on his knees of asking her—but no—she didn't want that, right now she wanted to feel adored and worshiped like the queen she was and he was certainly not going to turn down that kind of sex because validating Nataylia and her ego and her power always had a happy ending in store for him.

He moved forwards yanked her closer, grinned when his earlier assumptions that she was not wearing underwear proved true, and got to work.

Two days later the deed was done and the Dark Mark was branded. Nataylia had spent a long time looking out the window smoking cigarettes. Antonin had slept some and then sat up in bed sheet wrapped around his naked lower body watching her as she came to terms with what the skull and snake meant. The last night before the raid, before they would show themselves to the world as Death Eaters they spent preparing. They made the house unplottable, they strengthened protective boundaries. They began to apparate onto the front step and disapperated.

On the last day Nataylia disappeared. Antonin did not think that she had ran, he knew her better than that but he had a sneaking suspicion that she had gone to say goodbye to the one person she had despite it all, always loved. Her brother.

The relationship between Nataylia and Cyrus had never been easy but he knew that his woman would not want to go end this part of her life, change and become something that she was always meant to be without saying goodbye to the brother that she had loved and that had prided himself on being as independent from his family as his big sister.

She didn't say anything but shut herself in the bathroom for an hour. When she came out she was cold, calm and collected and if she gripped his hips a little harder or bit down on his neck enough to draw blood he didn't comment. She came silently her head thrown back the moonlight from the open window highlighting her smooth skin, the Dark Mark etched on her arm for eternity, her belly, breasts and legs and he thought despite the fact that she had a tear smoothing down her cheek she was the loveliest most deadliest woman that he had ever seen and he wanted nothing more to do than to spend all the time he had left with her in the service of the Dark Lord and then when they rose (and surely they would rise and never fall) it would be together.

They would always be together.

Nataylia trembled a little as her climax hit and then fell forwards so that she was on top of him covering him with her body. His hands found her backside and he moved to separate them but she shook her head instead burying closer. He knew what she was feeling. Tomorrow everything would change for them. She was silent next to him curling her fingers around the back of his head.

"Marry me" he said finally. Once he had caught his breath and she had stopped trembling with the aftershocks of so many emotions. "Marry me tomorrow, today, at some point in the future. It doesn't have to be official but marry me"

He had always loathed begging. Had never liked it when the students of Hogwarts had begged for mercy. But he was begging now. And he swore there and then that it would be the only time in his life that he would beg. He would never beg for anything again.

(He was wrong, but he did not know that yet)

There was a pause as she looked at him and there was something in her expression that made him want to burn down the world just so he could present the ash to her as a gift. This wasn't love, not the conventional kind that, that bloody liberal Dumbledore had bleated on about. This was a madness that was harsh and burning and like fire and blood and it was both intoxicating and dangerous. Nataylia was the best form of life and the best form of death and he could not see one without the other. Could not live without her in his life.

"Someday" she said finally. "I will marry you Dolohov. When I say"

And that was a close to a yes as he would get and he knew it.

It was alright though. Someday was enough.

On July 15th 1980 the wizarding world both in Britain and in Europe woke up to the news of death and destruction and the thing that the Dark Lord had wanted. He was out in the open, his followers were out in the open and the time of magical peace was over. It was war, a single deadly war where it didn't matter if you were in the Order or a Death Eater you did what you had to do to survive.

For Antonin and Nataylia though they did not know it, they were about to rise and fall, and nothing…nothing would ever be the same again.

And there you go, it might be a bit different from the summary but i hope you enjoy it either way. And i will do my best to give you the next chapter sooner rather than later.

Next Chapter-Antonin and Nataylia get married. The war takes it toll on both sides. Antonin commits the crime he becomes famous for.