Hi, so here is another chapter and the last almost happyish one before another dark one.

Disclaimer-Nothing is mine just the character of Nataylia

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And again some TRIGGER WARNINGS for the death of the Prewitt brothers, I have took some liberations with this chapter but as far as i can tell there is no cannon to go against here.

Face-To-Faceless

Chapter 4-The Becoming.

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

It was the strangest pre-wedding night in the history of pre-wedding nights Nataylia thought as she ducked a curse. She was duelling Benji Fenwick who had been a forth year Hufflepuff when she had been a seventh year Slytherin. It had been three years since she had accepted both the mark and Antonin's ring around her neck (she couldn't wear it on her finger for fear the auror's or the Order would get her and use it to get to him.) Dimly she noted that Dumbledore was getting students to fight that were younger and younger and she parred her next curse with another one designed to crush ribs and she noticed with glee that he fell backwards alive but certainly wounded.

She stepped forwards about to finish him off when a curse made her take a step backwards a snarl on her lips. Caradoc Dearborn had stepped forwards his face a mix of terror and wild anger and Nataylia sent him flying backwards and then before he could regroup returned to Antonin's side. He grabbed her by the wrist firing a curse at Marlene McKinnon and then they were gone apperating away from Diagon Alley and the fight that they had walked into when they had gone for…well…she supposed when they had gone for a fight.

The Order of the Phoenix (most of them the same age as Nataylia or even younger) had been out too, not keeping up with blood traitors Nataylia had not realised that it was Sirius Black's birthday and between a drunken member of the Black family, a Potter and Antonin at his most arrogant it had not taken much to kick off, nor she noticed, had it taken much for the rest of the parasites that fought under that old twit Dumbledore's leadership to arrive.

However, there were more pressing concerns. For a start the Dark Lord himself had not given them permission to start any fights with the Order and while he would never criticise them for killing one Nataylia knew there was a time and a place.

Then there was the auror's that three years into this war seemed to finally get a clue and were swooping down on them left, right and centre and then and perhaps this was the most important reason (Antonin would roll his eyes but Nataylia would always ignore him) was that she was getting married tomorrow.

And she would be damned if Azkaban got in the way of that dream.

She felt herself twisting and turning and then they were back in their flat. The fire burning, the gold wall and mirror shining exactly how they had left it She dropped down to the floor and winced as the jarring movement hit her feet. Apperating into the flat was always risky but they couldn't apparate outside anymore. While the flat was protected in all ways known to man, wizard and anyone and anything in between there was always a chance that if the auror's put two and two together they might make four—as rare as that was.

"Your bleeding" Antonin said his voice tight and Nataylia pulled her eyes away from his face and looked down at her arm where a curse had caught it and she was bleeding. It was a thin cut, though it generated a large amount of blood it was not fatal, it would hardly scar and she tapped her skin with her wand and watched as the cut knitted back together leaving nothing but the residual tenderness that came after a healing spell.

She looked up as he kissed her. She kissed him back feeling that constant throb of desire that he always brought out with her. He was handsome she knew, three years almost of service to the Dark Lord hadn't taken away his good looks. The auror's had no taken them away from her either. They had proved themselves to fast to catch, to quick or more than likely, this little golden apartment was too difficult for them to find. Either way it was always a relief to be back here where she had a sense that nothing could touch them, a sense that they were safe.

Despite the fact that they were to be married tomorrow and that tradition (amongst wizards and muggles alike) dictated that the bride and the groom were not supposed to see each other before the wedding they ended up in bed that night in each other's arms and as Antonin slept on Nataylia watched from his arms the rain patter against the window. She listened for that soothing thud and thought that out of everything she had done it would be her actions tomorrow that would change everything when she had a ring on her finger and everyone was talking about that—not the mark on her arm.

She didn't wear a white dress, the long white lace contraption her mother would have forced her to wear if she had been living. She did not want the big white wedding surrounded by the great pure blood families of the age. She did not want to see her brother so conspicuously absent from her wedding. And she did not want to see her father's look of pride when he saw the mark on her arm. She wanted it to be her and her husband and the life they had carved out together stretched out before them.

She also knew the truth when it came to her family. With the exception of her brother whom the break with had been painful, very painful—she could see the rest of them thrown in the ground with very little remorse.

So when Nataliya Greengrass got married she got married her own way and in her own style. She did wear a dress, a strapless lace number that ended just at her feet but it was in black. With her dark hair spread out over her shoulders contrasting with her white skin and her dark lipstick and Antonin in his dark robes with the high collar she knew what they looked like.

Dark. Acrid. Arrogant. Powerful.

Beautiful.

Far beautiful than the mess that had been the Lestrange wedding. Nataylia could see the look on Bellatrix's face when the Dark Lord was hosting a meeting, her desire to be first with him time and time again. She noticed that Rodolphus was always put aside and that while he might be too stupid to notice his wife was getting on her knees to assist the Dark Lord (and Nataylia would not put it past Bellatrix to be on her knees for more than devotion) and that it would probably lead to death or a lengthy incarceration one day (and Merlin she hoped for the latter).

They were a beautiful couple and as the priest said the words that would bind them together as man and wife Antonin gave her a small smile, the genuine one that was always half hidden under his arrogance—the one he had given her during their Hogwarts years when the world had seemed just a little bit safer than the one that they were in right now and Nataylia could not stop herself from launching herself into his arms as soon as the priest said she could and kiss him as husband and wife. Antonin and Nataylia. Mr and Mrs Antonin Dolohov.

That night they undressed and made love the kind where they couldn't move afterwards and the blood from his biting, from her scratching was mingled together with their cooling sweat.

Antonin pressed a kiss to her shoulder and then rolled over. Nataylia reached for the cigarettes and watched as the flame on the end of it smoked into the air. There was a pause as they sat there and then Antonin slung an arm around her shoulder.

"Another raid tomorrow—not much of a honeymoon"

"When the Dark Lord wins we will have all the honeymoons that we want" Nataylia said finally into the stillness. "But before we do let's kill some of those pesky Order bastards first."

Antonin flashed her a smirk and that was the end of that but as he reached down between the sheets with that arrogant crooked grin of his and she felt her legs open at his touch she realised for the first time since she could remember, she actually believed that they were going to win this war.

The next day the battle began. It had been fairly straightforward. The younger generation of the Death Eaters had been sent to breach the ministry. Find out where the security points were and if they could get anything else—blackmail papers, safehouses, sources for the newspapers, even the list of students coming to Hogwarts the following year. It was easy to get in and Nataylia had gotten all the way to Department of Magical Law Enforcement, Antonin taking care of the auror's before the Prewitt brothers showed up.

Fabien and Gideon Prewitt had been a year ahead of her, identical red headed twins they had been blood traitors before they could walk, staunch supporters of Dumbledore and as much as Nataylia hated to admit it, fantastic duellers. She was good but they were something else. They seemed to work in the way that twins sometimes worked, as if they were reading each other's mind, they blocked everything she threw at the them and she felt her skin crackle with the spells and the curses.

A well armed curse got her on the shoulder and she staggered backwards falling and feeling her ankle twist. Fuck.

Nataylia bent down taking a breath and then stood up her wand in her hand, her elbow caught Fabien in the face and he staggered backwards as his brother moved forwards. Nataylia stood upwards prepared to fight. She and Antonin had already decided they were not being taken alive. If the Prewitt brats wanted her gone they would have to kill her and she hoped that she could take down at least one of them.

Suddenly there was a bang and Fabien Prewitt was being thrown through the air. Antonin had entered the room, she saw a few other young ones come through to help but the twins their backs against the wall were firing curses left right and centre killing the four younger Death Eaters with little remorse. Nataylia caught a boot to her face and then staggered upwards again her ribs throbbing and her shoulder and nose bleeding. She caught one look at her husband who was white faced when he saw her but alive and she thought that she would never love him more than she loved him now. When he was duelling, when he was killing. It was when he came alive.

She redoubled her efforts to join the fight but Fabien through a curse at her and she screamed as her ribs cracked falling to the ground. Antonin went white around the mouth and then there was a crackle of light and a scream as both Fabien Prewitt and Antonin were blinded by the red light of the most famous torture curse hit one of them and then the green light of the killing curse. She and Gideon were screaming at the two men and for a second their eyes met as both of them saw the loss of their other half in front of them and then the light was gone and Antonin was still standing and Fabien Prewitt was on the floor dead.

For a split second the three of them stared at the dead body and then Gideon Prewitt let out a scream and was pushing forwards his wand out. The duel carried on as members of the Order spilled out of the elevator and Nataylia saw the red hair of Lily Evens, Potter now as she had once been Greengrass, Sirius made a move to start the fight up again but two shield charms saw that stopped. Gideon Prewitt let out something of a mad laugh stepping over his brother's body and with the slow smile of the victor and a wave of his wand Antonin killed him and he fell over his brother that manic look etched on his face.

There was a pause as she stood there, as the Order stood there and then Antonin turned grabbed her and then they were gone apperating like they had done just two days ago when they had been full of laughter and her husband hadn't been the one responsible for the wiping out of the direct male line of one of the longest living Pure-Blood families.

They collapsed in the foyer of Malfoy Manner and Antonin grinned at her muttering about finding a healer. She sat on Narcissa Malfoy's floor breathing in as her ribs, her face and her arms ached and felt for some reason close to tears.

There was no going back now though Nataylia thought rubbing her face. She had seen the depth of her husband tonight and it didn't change her feelings for him but now with the deaths of the Prewitt brothers it was like the world had gotten a little bit darker even for her dark tastes.

She sat back up and staggered upstairs to get herself fixed.

There was one thing that she was thinking as the Dark Lord started the meeting with much congratulations to her husband.

She was never, never getting taken alive.

And there you go, I hope you enjoy this chapter and I will endeavour to update sooner rather than later.

Next Chapter-Another year, another dawn, another raid and though they don't know it the year 1981 will spell the years of deaths, defeats and a broken promise.