Consume The Darkness
Chapter 2
Enjoyable Weakness
----------------------------------------------
Bellatrix Lestrange stood with her back against the cold stone wall outside of her Daughter's chamber. She was waiting for her daughter to return from a previous engagement that had obviously went longer than it was supposed to. The loud clicking of heels sounded throughout the empty corridor, and Bella smiled as she saw her daughter walking towards her. "Hazel...you're late."
Hazel smiled at her adoptive mother and used her wand to open the locking charms on her door. "I'm sorry, Voldemort was being his usual torturous self and as his future bride, I had to of course watch the proceedings." She replied sarcastically as she walked into the room and quickly slid off her dark blue dress and slipped into a pair of shorts and a tank top.
Bella watched her daughter change while she made herself comfortable on the couch in front of the fireplace. "How are you holding up? I'm sorry I wasn't there when he told you about going to Hogwarts. I was in the mountains working on the final stages of the plan."
Hazel nodded her head as she sat on the chair changing from her heels to her slippers, even though she loved wearing her different designer heels, her slippers were much more comfortable when she was in her room. "It's ok Mum."
Bella looked over at Hazel and sighed. "We should go shopping before you go...maybe you can go with Draco."
Hazel smiled at the thought of the blonde and nodded his head. "That will be interesting. He hates when I go shopping."
There was a knock on the door and the girls looked up. Hazel's eyes hardened and she stood up. "What do you want?" She asked in a cold voice.
"I have an important message from the Dark Lord." Said a timid voice from the other side.
Hazel quickly threw on her dark blue floor length dress and yanked the door open, her wand was trained on the messenger and her green eyes were a dark jade color. "This better be important or you can kiss your sorry excuse for a life goodbye." She said angrily.
The rookie Death Eater dropped to the floor and made a grab to kiss her robes but with a swift kick to the face he was lying on his back, blood trailing from his lip.
"If you ever touch me again, I won't be so merciful. What do you want?" Hazel glared looking at the man with disgust and rage in her eyes. Bella stood off to the side watching her daughter with a proud gleam in her eyes.
"I'm sorry...I thought...I thought..."
"Crucio!" Hazel said and watched with a cold smirk as the Death Eater began twitching and screaming on the floor. After a minute she released the curse and tapped her foot impatiently on the floor. "I don't have all night."
The Death Eater collected himself and ignored his trembling from the curse. He knew that if he didn't hurry and give the message he would be dead faster than you could say "Oops!" The teen was known for her short temper and ruthless outbursts of rage. "The Dark Lord wants you to meet him in his chamber at midnight."
Hazel cocked her head to the side and the Death Eater couldn't help but admire her beauty. Hazel's eyes suddenly darkened and her wand quickly raised. "Infringo Incendio!" The Death eater screamed out in pain as the bones in his wrist snapped and his whole body caught on fire. He screamed and began running around trying to stop the flames, forgetting all about his wand that he could have used. Hazel noticed his lack on battle instincts and she quickly cancelled the curses.
The Death Eater had collapsed to the floor and Hazel glared at him. "You disgust me! How are you supposed to do any good if you can't extinguish a fire. What good are you to us if you lack the knowledge of quick battle thinking. I'd hate to see you in front of Dumbledore and his fuckwads."
"Please forgive me..." The Death Eater begun, but Hazel would have none of it.
"Avada Kedavra." She whispered coldly, and the green light struck the pain in the chest and his head rolled to the side lifelessly. His dull eyes stared unseeingly at the ceiling and Hazel sneered in disgust. She turned her focus to the guards that were stationed at the end of her corridor to watch over her safety. "Get him out of my sight."
The guards hurriedly carried out the order, afraid to piss off the future Dark Lady. They levitated the corpse and quickly got him out of her way. She smirked in satisfaction and retired to her room, happy to see the Proud smile that was spread across Bella's face.
"You will certainly scare the hell out of the Light Wizards. They won't know what hit them."
-------------------------------------------
"What the hell are you doing Siri?" An amused male voice asked from the doorway to Sirius's bed chambers.
Sirius looked up and smiled at the young man in his doorway. "Cor, get in here and help me. I can't seem to find my ring and Remus will kill me if he finds out that I lost it."
Corbin Potter laughed at his Godfather and waved his wand in a circular motion. "Accio Sirius's wedding ring." The ring came shooting from a box of Chocolate Frogs that lay discarded on the floor near the couch. It landed in Corbin's hand and he handed it over to a sheepish looking Sirius. "I swear you find new ways to amuse me."
"Shut up." Sirius said sliding the ring on his finger and plopping down on the couch tiredly. "What are you doing here anyway? Didn't I stick you doing my revisal for my teaching curriculum for the school year?"
"Yes and I finished. I swear you abuser your rights as my guide." Corbin said sitting down next to the man.
"You're the one who's helping me teach DADA, I told you to help your mother instead."
"I'd rather not. She'd run me haggard if I even thought of slacking off."
Sirius laughed and closed his eyes hoping to catch a nap before Remus returned from his 10:00 meeting with the Headmaster. Only a few minutes passed when the door to Sirius and Remus's rooms opened and Remus appeared looking pale and shaky. Sirius jumped up and went over to his Husband. "What happened, are you ok?" He asked in a rush as he looked over Remus to see if there was anything amiss.
Corbin had gotten up as well and looked over his Godfather with concern. Remus shook his head and looked at the two men. "You two better come to Albus's office."
The next 5 minutes that it took to get to the office was the most stressful for Corbin and Sirius. They didn't know what to expect and when they got in the room they saw Lily Potter sobbing into James Potter's chest. Albus was looking sadly at the couple and Corbin rushed forward to his parents.
"Mum, Dad, what happened?" Corbin asked.
Lily turned from her husband and buried her head into Corbin's chest. "Oh Corbin, we found her. We found her." She cried.
Corbin looked at his mother in confusion and turned his eyes to his Father, who looked sad as well. "Found who? Dad, what's she talking about?"
"Your sister." Albus Dumbledore replied. Corbin's eyes snapped over tot he Headmaster in shock. He didn't know if his legs could support him, but he knew he had to stay upright. His mother was using him as an anchor and it wouldn't be good if he crumbled too. He had to be strong for her. "It seems that Voldemort didn't kill her, like some people assumed. He took her in and raised had a member of his Inner Circle raise her in his manor. It also seems like she will be attending her 6th year...here."
The news rocked the other two in the room who did not know this bit of information. Corbin held onto his mother tighter and Sirius sunk down to a chair in shock. "What...what are we going to do?" Corbin asked feeling lost and confused.
"We will welcome her. She's your family and this is our chance on getting her back. Voldemort is taking a huge risk letting her come here, and we shall capitalize on this." Albus informed them.
Corbin blocked out the rest of the conversation that was happening around him as his mother continued to sob into his chest. Hazel. They found Hazel. His sister was coming back to them. He knew she was still alive, he refused to believe that she had been killed. The family had searched for years and couldn't find anything, and now 15 years later she was coming back. He would have a chance to see her...hold her talk to her. The tears of joy welled up in his eyes but he didn't let them fall. He felt his Father embrace him and his mother and he closed his eyes. The Potter family would be whole again...the thought was comforting.
----------------------------------
Hazel stood in front of Voldemort at midnight that night, most of her hair was tossed over on shoulder, her arms were crossed and her eyes were cold. Voldemort stood before her pacing back and forth in thought. They were alone in his room, the fire in the fireplace was going strong due to the cold chill that went through the manor.
He suddenly stopped and turned to look at the beautiful girl before him. "You know that I have spies in this school, they will report to me every day on how things are going with you and anything else that may be of interest to me."
"I know. Do you not trust me?" She asked pursing her lips tightly as she glared angrily at him. Only she had the power to do so, for he would not tolerate that tone or that look from anyone else.
Voldemort began pacing once more. "Of course I trust you. It's everyone else I do not trust. It's no doubt in my mind that everyone will want you. Be it for sexual gain or platonic, but it's the first one that pisses me off the most."
Hazel couldn't stop the smirk that formed across her full lips. The Dark Lord was admitting, subtly, his feelings. It was something she thought she would never witness. "No need to worry. You've already claimed me."
Voldemort sauntered over to her and pulled her body close to his so he could feel the curves of her form blend with his. "Exactly. You're mine, and I'll kill anyone who dares to think otherwise." He swooped down and claimed her lips and she, of course, kissed him back. She felt him trail his hands over her body and caress her breasts. There was no denying that it turned her on. She was attracted to his power, no matter how much people would like to sugar coat it, immense power was addictive, and Hazel was a person who sometimes indulged herself in her vices. If she was going to be stuck as the Dark Lord's wife, she would enjoy it and use it to her advantage.
Hazel may not like him, but he never gave her a reason to hate him, and she would never betray him. She was raised to be his wife, it's what she's always known, so fooling her body into giving in wasn't a hard thing to do. Even though he wasn't the person she would want to end up with, he was the person that she would, so she just dealt with it in anyway she could.
Voldemort pushed the girl down on the bed and raised her long dress, trailing her slender legs with his hands as he did so. Her legs were smooth and intoxicating. He found himself barely able to control his sexual urges, he needed to claim her right there and then. The girl was still a virgin, he had yet to fully lay claim on her, and he wanted to end that tonight. He felt his power radiating off of him as he let his lips lick her slender neck. He knew she could feel his arousal and she pushed herself against him with a moan that threw him over the edge.
"Sir the troops have finalized the attack plans." A Death Eater announced as he walked into the room. He stopped short when he saw what had been going on and he felt his insides run cold as he knew he would be severely punished for interrupting.
Hazel pulled her dress down and fixed herself, and only when she was finished did Voldemort move from the bed and advance on the Death Eater that had interrupted what he would probably never get back, not that night anyway. Hazel fixed her rumpled hair and sat on the edge of the bed, waiting for Voldemort to dish out his punishment.
"Since when do you enter my rooms without knocking and waiting for me to grant your entrance?" Voldemort asked in an angry voice.
The Death Eater was shaking quite visibly and he dropped to his knees and looked up fearfully. "I'm sorry...I thought you might want the news quickly."
"Well you were wrong." Voldemort said as he quickly said a curse which split open the man's leg, showing his bone and veins quite clearly. Before any of the blood could get on the carpet, Voldemort summoned his guards who picked up the screaming man and took him out into the hall and awaited instructions.
Hazel stood up from the bed and walked over to Voldemort's side. "Take him to the Dungeons and chain him up." Hazel said as she let her hands run soothing motions over Voldemort's shoulders. The guards nodded their heads and left. "I should probably go and get some sleep. We have a raid to attend to soon and I need to look my best."
Voldemort was cursing the Death Eater in his head, but turned and made his way over tot he bed. Hazel followed and when Voldemort had laid down on his back, she climbed on top of him and kissed his neck and chin. "Remember to wear your-"
"I know." Hazel cut him off. She kissed his lips and retreated off of him. "Goodnight Voldemort." She replied getting off the raised platform that his bed was situated. Before she got to the door her arm was grabbed and she was pulled to a hard chest.
"It's Tom. You're going to be my Wife soon so get used to calling me Tom." He said, his red eyes not holding the same intense look it usually had.
Hazel nodded her head and smiled at him, realizing for the first time that Voldemort was in love with her. "Goodnight Tom." She kissed his cheek and walked out of his room, leaving Voldemort to watch her retreated back. He stood there, admiring her grace and confidence as she walked. She definitely had the role of Dark Lady down pat, and he closed his door wondering when he had grown to feel so deeply for the girl. He should keep his new found feelings to himself, or his enemies would be sure to use it as a way to get back at him.
Voldemort finally had what he had hoped he would never gain. A weakness. But it was an enjoyable weakness that he was ok with having. He just needed to be more careful and make sure nothing happened to the girl. Cause if anything happened to jeopardize their future and her rightful place by his side, there would be hell to pay, and a lot of blood shed.
------------------------------
The attack that Voldemort and his followers planned was a few minutes from beginning. They were attacking a small Wizarding Village in attempts to get at a spy who had been sending Dumbledore information. Voldemort himself was going on this attack and the Death Eaters knew that they would have no rooms for mistakes, because if they did, when they got back to the Manor, all hell would break loose.
Draco stood next to his Father, who was on Voldemort's left hand side. Hazel stood on Voldemort's right, looking more important than Voldemort himself. She had on the usual black death eater robe, but it was only fastened in the middle, and it exposed her long blood red dress. Her mask was different than the other's, her black mask only covered her eyes, leaving the rest of her face exposed. Draco could barely contain his eyes from wondering over her body, she was addictive. Not only was her appearance appealing, but her magic was crackling around her as she prepared for the attack.
"We are here to find Quintin, and make sure he does not see the sun rise." Voldemort instructed. "Go!" The Death Eaters instantly disapparated and left Voldemort and Hazel alone in the room. He pulled her to him and kissed her, pulling her body to him possessively. Hazel didn't protest, she kissed him back with the intent on making him breathless, and when they separated, she knew she had achieved her goal.
"Don't get soft on me Tom. Lets kick some ass." And without another word she disapparated. Voldemort let a smile go across his face before he followed her and when he arrived, he was happy to note that his Death Eaters were already raiding the houses.
Hazel used her magic to spread out in search for their target. She wanted to get this over with quickly, she still had to pack because tomorrow was the day she would leave off for Hogwarts. Her magic went from house to house, searching for Quintin Peck. Her eyes was closed but she could sense everything that was going on around her. Without warning she raised her wand and pointed it to her left. "Avada Kedavra." The wizard he was just about to attack her fell dead to the floor. Suddenly her magic snapped back in her body and her eyes connected to the house it had homed in on.
With an evil smirk that could give Draco's a run for it's money, she stalked over to the house, knowing that Voldemort would follow her soon enough. She blasted the door open and saw a Quintin standing in the middle of the room, wand pointed straight at her.
"What do you want?" Quintin asked.
"You should have known better than to betray your Lord, Peck." She said coldly. "Crucio!" She called catching Quintin off guard. He fell to the floor and screamed, dropping his wand in the process. With the ease of a Dementor she glided across the room grabbing Quintin's wand. She ended the curse and looked down at the shaking ex-Death Eater. She placed her foot on his chest, digging the spiked heel of her shoes into it, smiling with sick satisfaction as he let out a startled scream.
"Please! Please grant mercy!"
"Mercy? I'm not a very Merciful Lord." Voldemort replied striding into the room, his red eyes burning with anger.
Hazel smirked and dug her heel deeper. "You dug your own grave Peck." She said as she took his wand and snapped it in half and threw it on the floor next to him. Peck screamed as he felt his magic backlash from the broken wand and shatter. Hazel laughed cruelly and turned her head to Voldemort.
"What did you tell Dumbledore?" Voldemort questioned.
Quintin was looking at his broken wand and said nothing. Hazel dug her heel deeper and Quintin made a pained noise and turned his attention back to Voldemort. "I told him about your plans to overthrow the French Ministry."
Voldemort's eyes darkened and with a whispered curse Quintin's legs jerked in the air ripped away from his body. Quintin's tortured screams filled the house as blood gushed from the holes the legs had left. Quintin's eyes were clenched up tight as he tried to reach where his legs used to be. "Imperio!" Voldemort called. "Open your eyes and look at me." He ordered. Quintin's eyes opened and Voldemort laughed at the pain that was evident in his eyes. He looked over at the girl who stood with a smirk on her face, her heel still slightly imbedded in the man on the floor.
Hazel understood the look and without hesitation her lips curled into a half smile. "Avada Kedavra!" The green light consumed the man, and at once his screams stopped and his eyes was still transfixed on Voldemort's Voldemort watched with pleasure as the life died away from the blue eyes and stared back at him dully. Hazel removed her foot and wiped the blood off on the dead man's shirt with a disgusted look on her face.
"Aurors! Aurors!" Alerted a Death Eater.
Voldemort and Hazel left the house and saw Auror members fighting the Death Eaters. "Retreat!" Voldemort ordered, drawing attention to where he and Hazel stood. The Death Eaters obeyed and disapparated quickly.
"Voldemort!" Came an enraged voice a few yards away. Voldemort looked over and smiled when he recognized the man.
"What do you want Potter?"
Hazel's eyes swivelled over to the man that Voldemort had answered. The man stood tall, round glasses adorned his face with messy black hair. It struck her that she was looking at her Father. And she let her eyes roam over him, taking in the sight. She never knew she would feel this way when she saw him, but she did. It was as if memories from long ago was trying to push its way to her head but she quickly shut them out. She was to marry Voldemort. There was no way that she would be sucked into the Light. It wasn't possible.
"I should kill you right here." James Potter said as he made his way towards the Dark Lord, signaling for the other Aurors not to attack.
Voldemort's mouth curved into a smile. "You wouldn't. If you did...you could forget seeing your Daughter tomorrow." At the mention of his child, James stopped in his tracks. Voldemort laughed cruelly at the man and put his arms around Hazel's waist. "Sorry to cut this short." And with that said he disapparated both of them back to the manor.
Hazel took off her mask and twirled it in her hands thoughtfully. "I have to finish packing." She said as she turned on her heel and left the room. The Death Eaters stood still not saying anything. Draco and Voldemort watched her go, both longing to go with her.
"You all are dismissed." Voldemort called, sitting in his throne and conjuring up a glass of wine. Draco left quickly, making his way to Hazel's room. He knocked three times and opened the door, stunned to find her bent over her trunk with tears in her eyes. Draco slammed her door closed, put up silencing charms and locking charms and then he walked over to her and pulled her to him.
"I saw my father Dray. And I feel like I am betraying Tom." Hazel whispered as if she was scared to even be saying the words.
"It's ok to feel that way. You know which side your loyal to, and as long as you remember that, it's alright to feel what you felt." Draco said to her. She pulled away from him and smiled gratefully at his words. Her green eyes were sparkling with tears and before Draco could stop himself, he had pulled her close and kissed her.
It took a moment for Hazel to react, but when she did she wrapped her arms around his neck and pulled their bodies closer together. Draco was drowning in the sensations that their actions were causing and it was with half a mind that he sat her on the bed and slowly laid her down, covering her body with his. Their lips continued to do their passionate dance as Draco's hands roamed over her delectable body. He felt his want for her rise to un bearable levels and he pulled at her dress to get it off.
The action caused Hazel to jump back into her senses and realize what they were doing. She pushed Draco off of her gently and sat upright on the bed, her green eyes were wide as she avoided eye contact. "Draco we can't do this." She said gently.
Draco nodded his head and sat down next to her, his gaze focused on the blue carpet in her bedroom. "I can't stop these feelings Haze." He admitted in defeat.
Hazel turned to him and touched his shoulder. "I know...but I'm going to marry Voldemort. If he found out, he'd kill you. I love you Draco, and I don't want you dead. I don't want you tortured by him. Please understand why we can't." Tears sprang in her eyes as she searched his silver orbs for understanding.
Draco pulled her to him and kissed her forehead. "I understand. This never happened."
Hazel kissed his cheek and sat on his lap. Without warning she kissed him once more, their lips and tongues battled for what seemed like forever but in reality it was only a few seconds. She pulled away from him, kissed him chastely on the lips and stood. "This never happened." She echoed his earlier statement. She turned from him and threw a few more items into her trunk and then she closed it.
"I better go. My father will be looking for me. See you tomorrow." Draco stood and Hazel hugged him.
"Goodnight." She said. After taking his spells down, he left the room and Hazel sat down on her bed, lost in thought. She didn't know why she kissed him that last time, she wasn't quite sure what she had been thinking. But she knew that she couldn't think it anymore because Tom would be furious. He would torture Draco in the worst ways possible if he found out. If she wanted to keep him safe, she had to ignore her feelings for the blonde. It was the only way to keep him alive. So with a saddened heart she undressed, dimmed the lights and retreated under her covers, hoping that tomorrow her feelings for Draco would be locked away.
-----------------------------
A/N: Ok I guess you must have noticed that she doesn't have a problem with the scar around Voldemort, and that's only because it hasn't been activated yet. It will be in later chapters though, and I hope you liked this chapter. Leave a review please, bye!