"The Imperius Curse"
Lucius Malfoy looked at Aurelia through slanted and scolding eyes. His lips pursed, and eyebrows furrowed. His eyes fell like balls bouncing down her naked body, he noticed her breasts were larger than he remembered, and her tiny frame rounded between her hips. He knew of the talks that had taken place that had involved lengthy plans to prepare Aurelia for her initiation. Perhaps bodily changes were Bellatrix's ideas.
"You could do it!" Aurelia bounded over to Malfoy, "do it for me?" She begged and grabbed a hold of his jacket. She searched for a wand with her hands on the outside of his torso. "Please!... Now!" Aurelia continued to plead and pull at his clothing. A tiny amount of compassion skimmed through his mind as Lucius thought of her words... he could do it. She was completely erratic with fear, but she was right, that curse might work.
The door that was through the dusty and disused kitchen burst open and two large men bulldozed their way through. Aurelia panicked further and continued to claw and beg at Lucius.
"Ok" he whispered and nodded violently before he turned and protested his innocence by holding both his hands up in front of his chest in submission to the large men. Lucius was dumbfounded; the girls tenacity and determination to educate herself had always prevailed. He had taken advantage of that when Aurelia was at a young age, he had groomed her with books. Lucius used to lure her to his office with the invitation of an open book, and Malfoy thought she was either very clever or very foolish to fall into his trap every time. Aurelia would sit on the other side of his desk and lap up the words that slithered from the tip of his tongue. He would sit and watch her face change and her eyes glisten in the candle light of the room, she hung off his every move until it was time for her to pay for her tutoring and lap up a different form of education from Lucius Malfoy. The cruel man deliberately kept the books locked away in the Manor to keep Aurelia coming back to him, however once she started Hogwarts she no longer responded to his invitations.
Lucius gazed upon the girls determined and hungry eyes once more, Aurelia's small body was prised from Malfoy, she had heard him say ok but kicked and screamed for the curse at that instant, she was carted away as if the burly man was only carrying a light bunch of feathers.
Outside in the cold night air of the burial grounds of Voldemort's fathers, Bellatrix Lestrange waited for the men to approach with her daughter, she watched as Aurelia writhed around in the strong arms of the male, like a woodlouse on its back. "You embarrass me, you disgust me. I will not be fooled by you again, you will obey!" She screamed. "My own flesh and blood..." Bellatrix spat on Aurelia.
Bellatrix paced backwards, she was raging at her daughters embarrassing behaviour. She raised her wand above her head and let her anger flood her veins, the sweet and pleasurable feeling waved over Bellatrix as she prepared to curse her daughter with immeasurable pain. The man who carried Aurelia braced himself for the power of Bellatrix's magic.
Unexpectedly a jolting change of air pressure flew to Bellatrix and her Crutiatus Curse was terminated at its critical point and she flew backwards with the blast. Bellatrix landed at the feet of fellow Deatheaters who by now had formed a circle with a naked Aurelia in the middle, the tall man set her the girl on her feet on the ground and left.
The crowd was more than 50 people in thickness and the jostled with one another to see the events of the inner circle. Aurelia calmed herself as she was placed on the floor, she looked all around herself and tried to cover her body with her arms, her hair cascaded down and covered most of her front. Hatred for those around radiated from every part of her, the ground she stood on had started to fizz and bubble, but a smooth, chilling voice infused the air and frightened her.
"Oh, come now" the voice cooed. Lord Voldemort stood with a flexed palm in the direction he had sent Bellatrix. He lowered his hand and his gaze fell on the young girl in front of him.
Aurelia couldn't bring herself to turn her head to see him. Adrenaline pulsed through her body, her knees trembled beneath her weight. For the past year this being they call The Dark Lord had been a phantom that plagued her dreams at night, after she had witnessed the destruction of Draco and consequently the high life of the Malfoys. Voldemort was just a faceless creature that hunted her but now she was to set her eyes on him for the first time.
"Bellatrix, I knew you'd deliver on our agreement but to deliver her dressed for the occasion, how ingenious" His voice gloated over the crowd, much to their delight.
Voldemort circled Aurelia, he sniffed at the air around her in long drawls.
With each circle, the girl turned her head in the opposite direction of the way Voldemort walked, his words and the subsequent laughter of the crowds became just a buzz in her ears and she felt if she breathed in too deep, she would lose balance on her jelly-like legs.
In the dark of the night Voldemort's blue eyes reflected the fire lamps of the gathering, they glistened and sparkled at the site of something so beautiful, young, and easy. His eyes could be seen to slide their way over the bare back of her body, there was something about her he had seen before.
Voldemort knew her scent, he knew her fear. To be in her presence again was deliciously satisfying.
The terror that climbed from the pit of Aurelia's stomach began to take control of her limbs. Her knees, and hands trembled. Her sight was blinded by the salty water of tears that she couldn't blink away. Her hands came to her mouth as the hot slick wetness of urine lubricated the inside of her thighs.
A large cold hand presented on the middle of her back, the bones of her spine met with the bones of The Dark Lord's fingers. She whimpered and wiped the spit and tears from her face as he came into view.
Aurelia cowered into and cradled the tombstone of the Riddle ancestors, she desperately tried to focus her eyes on Voldemort, she had a sudden surge of desire to see him. Aurelia's hands were pulled from her face by his firm grip, she lifted her eyes from his chest to his face. Her heart fluttered in her throat, she moved her strained and tired eyes around his face and took in all of his facial features. His lips were thick and dry, his nose was just thin slits for nostrils, and his eyes were haunted with the souls of his victims. Aurelia had heard the stories, seen the pictures, and read the history of this man, but in that moment, she forgot. She saw in his eyes: herself. She was intrigued and entranced.
"Bella..." Voldemort's strange face twitched and turned as he spoke out her mothers' name. Aurelia watched as Bellatrix rose to her feet, her bottom lip stood out further than her top and her eyes flitted about the Lord's face in adoration. Aurelia's gaze moved between the curious form of Voldemort's head and her mother's pouted face. Bellatrix just melted like chocolate in the heat of Voldemort's company.
The words he spoke faded from Aurelia's ears, to see them both together; the very two people that flooded her mind with so many conflicting emotions, she was overwhelmed and afraid. Her vision started to cloud with fizzing and flying lights, her brain had had enough.
Bellatrix paid no attention to her daughter, she flirted with Voldemort's words, her eyes were aglow with admiration and lust. "Does she not please you Master?" She said with a whine and hung from the arm that still held a tight grip to Aurelia's left wrist.
Voldemort flicked Bellatrix from his sleeve with a quick jolt of his arm. Aurelia in turn jolted in his grasp which caused her to regain consciousness again.
"Oh, she is a fine specimen..." his sickly grin revealed stained and crooked teeth. "Perfect for baring sons" the Dark Lord chortled down at Aurelia whose mouth was ajar and eyes wide with terror. Crude laughter emitted from the circle of Deatheaters. Amongst the crowd Narcissa had to suppress her reaction to his words, she was horrified to hear just what exactly her sister had done. Lucius Malfoy also had to internalise his response, he feared Voldemort would know that Aurelia was not intact or perhaps Aurelia would jeopardise the Malfoys by talking.
Aurelia wept, she sobbed, and the sounds resonated through the crowd. She was roughly grabbed around the upper arms and placed on top of the monument to the Riddle grave. Her toes scraped on the coarse stone, her tiny body stood crouched and she hugged herself around her body. The sight of such a pure white but small girl stood next to the dark hooded reaper statue on top of the stone that housed bones (although she was visibly broken and desperate) was hauntingly wonderous. Voldemort announced her to be their saviour and the future of their mission to rid the world of those they considered to be non-worthy to study magic and ensure an entirely pure magical race reigned with power. The gathering of Deatheaters ensued with chants, cheers, whistles, and grunts. Aurelia took in the view and deafening noise before she lost consciousness completely and fainted, her limp body fell forward, but she was caught with a swift but anonymous Arresto Momentum.