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It had been months since Bellatrix had seen her cousin. They rarely saw one another at school anymore, and the last four months of school flew by, before they knew it, they were on the Hogwarts express for the very last time.
No sooner had Bellatrix gotten home than her mother had started bombarding her with questions about how she would like her wedding. Bellatrix wasn't the least bit interested for two reasons. For one she immediately wanted to get ready and go to see the Dark Lord as he had told her to come to him the moment she was free from school and for another, she hadn't spoken to Rodolphus much since their last encounter at Christmas, in which she had left with her blood traitor cousin.
"Bellatrix, where are you going?" Druella said shrilly as she saw her daughter wrap herself in her cloak now she was changed out of her journey clothes.
"We'll be back soon, dear." Cygnus said as he appeared behind his daughter, placing his hand on her shoulder and beckoning her.
"But... The party starts in an hour!" she yelled after them.
"Party?" Bellatrix said suddenly as she furrowed her eyebrows.
"Yes darling, your engagement party of course!" she said, walking to her daughter and attempting to take off her cloak for her.
Bellatrix frowned before she scoffed, moving her mother's hands away, "gross. I'm going."
Without even a nod, Bellatrix left, walking after her father out of the house, retying her cloak around her shoulders.
"I need four people dead. Now you are no longer in school, your wand has no trace on it, as I'm sure you are aware. This is in relation to the Order of the Phoenix." Tom said, hardly turning to look at her, but instead looking through the number of books in the library he owned.
"Of course my Lord," she said, trying to maintain her calm demeanour though she was unbelievably excited to be able to finally use her wand, "When would you like it done?"
"It's not that simple, Bellatrix. They are growing in size, looking for recruits. I have five names for sure and once I find out the rest, they will all die."
Bellatrix, who was not one for usually asking questions found herself unable to remain quiet, and let her curiosity get the better of her, "What do they do... this order?"
"I'm glad you asked," Tom said calmly, finally turning to look at Bellatrix, a slight smirk playing on his lips, "They're looking for me, more specifically who the 'owner' or 'creator' of our 'Dark Mark' as they call it is."
Tom explained the situation to her without giving as many details as he could. Bellatrix was only getting more and more angry the more he spoke of this Order wanting to find the person responsible behind the Dark Mark and put them away in a cell in Azkaban, which was exactly what Tom had wanted. Her fiery temper and her loyalty to him was like no other.
"My Lord," Bellatrix found herself saying as she knelt by him on her knees, "I swear by Salazar Slytherin, I will not let any one of them live. Once we find out who this creator is I will kill them for you. Any who call consider themselves part of this order I will kill for you, My Lord. I will find these people and once these founders have been killed, no one else will even want to say the name 'Order of the Phoenix' again."
Simply nodding and allowing her to leave, Tom sat back and watched as Bellatrix left, not having told her that this was perhaps one of the hardest fights she would encounter in her life.
No sooner had Bellatrix gotten home than her mother was at her neck again, "get dressed, now!" she hissed, pushing her eldest daughter towards the stairs.
"Why?" Bellatrix frowned, watching as her father avoided his wife's eye contact and walked straight into the library.
"Don't think I didn't see you Cygnus," she snapped, not even turning around though he was quick to emerge from their room once more and roll his eyes, instead walking towards the banquet hall. Druella continued, "All of our guests are here. Rodolphus and his father and brother are even here."
"Great." Bellatrix murmured under her breath as she turned and walked up to the stairs to her room.
Rodolphus who spotted Bellatrix walking up the white marble stairs was quick to follow Bellatrix up the stairs and stop her at the top of them, "Bella. I have something for you."
Bellatrix turned, "what?"
He looked incredibly handsome, his hair was brushed back and he was in a black suit and black tie, "I'm sorry... Ok?" he said as calmly as he could, "Please don't make tonight difficult."
"Difficult? You're worried about difficult?" she hissed.
"Do you blame me?" he growled back.
"You're a fucking asshole." She snapped.
"And you're a fucking bitch, don't take it out on me." He answered her anger with equal force.
Bellatrix folded her arms, "go away, I have to get dressed."
Rodolphus sighed and reached for a small velvet box in his pocket and handed it to her, "Fine. But just... take this. I chose it myself. I thought you would like it the most."
Without so much as another word, he turned and left her there to open the box. It was a beautiful ring with a large, well cut diamond on it. Bellatrix sighed, placing the ring on her own finger and admiring it a little. She hated to admit it so she wouldn't, but it looked perfect on her and fit her perfectly too. She huffed, pushing her hair out of her face and walking to her room to get dressed.
Donned in a beautiful, crimson lace and silk dress that reached her mid-thigh and hugged her every curve, Bellatrix only half an hour later was downstairs and in the hall with the rest of the guests. Everyone greeted her and it only took a matter of minutes before they noticed the ring on her finger.
"Isn't it just gorgeous." One woman said.
"Devine." Another said.
"How did he propose?" another woman asked.
"Oh, you know," Bellatrix shrugged, taking a few sips of the champagne in her hands, "As everyone else does."
"No, no, give us the details!" the first woman said. Bellatrix looked around, and realised a crowd of women had gathered around to stare at her hand. They wanted a story, she may as well give them one.
"Well if you all insist," she said sweetly, though with her mother nowhere near and everyone nodding profusely and staring adoringly at her ring she said very simply, "Rodolphus and I had just come back from a meeting with Lord Voldemort –we both work for him you see. Assassins of sort-" she added quick enough so no one would hear, "Anyway and I don't know, I suppose all of this talk of blood just makes us so... excited, so of course you know how it is! The clothes were off in a matter of seconds, but the bed after hours of hard fucking just completely broke through. He must have realised then he'd get no other woman so good in bed that he simply had to make me his wife and would you look... here we are!"
Bellatrix sighed sweetly as she looked at the crowd of women around her, who looked absolutely mortified.
"Excuse me, would you mind if I took my wife to be for a moment?" Rodolphus said, having overheard what she had said and stepping in before she could say anything else. They were all so shocked and with their mouths open, no one said anything.
She pulled her hand back and pursed her lips, "Always a pleasure, ladies. Can't wait to see you all at the wedding."
They all stood extremely dumbfounded for quite some time, most of them shocked at what had just been said. Bellatrix however, was on to her fourth drink of the night as Rodolphus took her arm and pulled her aside.
"I don't know what you're playing at but if it doesn't stop-"
"What, Roddie?" She said, pursing her lips, "You gonna get mad?"
"Dangerous game you're playing Bellatrix. Didn't daddy ever teach you that you shouldn't make someone twice your size angry?" he growled through grit teeth, still gripping her arm.
"Get off me." she spat angrily, pulling her arm away before suddenly, Rodolphus's father approached them both.
"You two better get back into the conversation and mingle."
They both said nothing for a moment before Rodolphus nodded, "of course, father." He said as he gripped Bellatrix tightly around the waist and almost yanked her forward.
"Actually," he said, stopping his son and his soon to be daughter in law, "Before you do, I need a word a word with her, and so does her father."
Rodolphus let go, Bellatrix close to scratching down his arm or his face if he hadn't soon.
"My dear," he said calmly, handing her another glass of champagne and escorting her out of the room, "You certainly know how to tell a story."
Bellatrix said nothing but simply pursed her lips and threw back the champagne.
"Your father asked me to escort you to his study."
"I think I know how to get to the banquet hall to my father's study in my own house for myself, thank you, Mr Lestrange. What do you really want? Surely you're not here for..."
"No, Bellatrix," he said once more with a calm demeanour as he fixed his tie and led her through the library, "And I'd appreciate it if you didn't tell your father about that."
"I wouldn't risk my own neck over something so trivial."
"Trivial," he couldn't help but let out a laugh, his hand on her lower back as he led her through the library, "My son is certainly going to have a fun marriage with you."
"Oh I promise I'll keep it exciting," she said under her breath as he led her before she stopped him not far from her father's study. She said nothing for a moment before she frowned, "Why didn't you call off the wedding?"
"Why would I do that?" he said lowly.
"I bought you here into the library of my home, right next to my father's office which you know he uses regularly to hide away and get a drink and then left you with your trousers around your ankles on the leather sofa my mother reads on."
Mr Lestrange again couldn't help but laugh, but this time he stepped in closer to her, "Bellatrix, there is no denying that you are one of the best looking pure bred women to possibly have walked this earth. Now, you're going to be my daughter in law. If that means that not only your husband, but his father gets a taste of you every now and again, why on earth would I call off the wedding?"
He had moved in close to Bellatrix, almost pushing her up against the wall which her back was now pressed on.
"Mr Lestrange," she said after a moment as she stood tall and pushed him back away from her slightly, "If you think for one second you will ever experience the pleasure of my mouth, or any other part of my body ever again in your life, you're very wrong. See, I don't think you understand the situation. Because if anyone asks, I'd had a little too much to drink and you, in fake comfort to me promised me, after your brute of a son had backhanded me because I wouldn't give up my virginity to him before our wedding, that you would call off the wedding... but instead you took me to the library, knowing where my father kept his liquors and told me to take a stronger drink as you pressed some ice to my face to stop it swelling. But then saw my vulnerability and my kindness when I told you that your son was nothing like you, and you altogether were a different kind of man, a strong, kind and protective man who would never do that to a woman. And you just loved the idea of having a drunk naive seventeen year old girl's mouth around your cock so much that you just had to have your way with me. And being so intoxicated and unaware of what I was doing... Well, you took advantage of me." Bellatrix said nothing for a few moments, his face of shock and as dumbfounded as the women's faces had been before she added in, "I don't think my father would like that very much, do you? Oh and, I have to agree with you on the part about being a good story teller."
Bellatrix smiled smugly as he didn't say a word. Her fingers found his chest and she pushed him away with a simple 'excuse me' as she made her way past him and walked towards her father's office, entering and shutting the door directly in Mr Lestrange's face.