Disclaimer: The Harry Potter World and everything in it belongs to J K Rowling
Written for Emery Wright's Descriptive Challenge, in HPFC.
Prompts: pouty, marionette, to light.
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(Big thanks to Waterlit, Jane and Hermione Malfoy for your reviews on the first chapter.)
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Marionette
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Chapter Two: Light the Way
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If, in a few years time, I were to tell you that the first time Bellatrix Lestrange met Lord Voldemort, she had little interest in him, you would think me crazy. If I were to tell you that he left no impact on Ms Lestrange, you would ask if we were indeed speaking of the same person. But it is true, that when she first met the man she would later devote her life too, Bellatrix did not even think him interesting enough to learn his name.
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She knew he had guests over.
She could hear them through the door.
What she did not know was why he had called for her. Usually she was required to stay away when he met with other men of consequence.
She knocked and entered upon his calling.
Looking around she saw all of the usual distinguished men he usually associated with, with the exception of a new face.
He introduced her to this new man.
According to her husband they had met before.
He obviously did not make an impression as she could not even remember his name.
He was strangely drawn to him now though.
Although she was not sure why.
She gazed at this newcomer, trying to work him out.
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Many people may believe that Bellatrix Lestrange was first attracted to Voldemort because of his beliefs. They may suggest that their complimenting ideals of blood status were what brought these two deeply deranged people together. But they would be wrong.
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He obviously realised she was watching him, as he turned to her with a smile.
He asked her why she was pouting.
She had not realised she was. But then she often pouts when she is thinking.
His question seemed to alert her husband to her continuing presence.
He tells her to stop being pouty.
To be pouty he informs her, is to act like a child.
She quietly apologises.
She notices out the coroner of her eye, that the stranger is watching her.
He seems just as fascinated by her as she is by him.
She remained in the background as the men talked.
Her husband kept giving her looks.
She knew what these looks meant.
He was silently informing her that she would be punished later.
He would punish her for being pouty, for making him look bad in front of his guests.
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The one thing you may be right in assuming, about the forming of the relationship between the Dark Lord and his most faithful follower, is that it was based on power. Not just the power she saw in him, but the power he saw suppressed in her.
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She did not pay attention to the talk of men.
She had no care for their fight for blood supremacy.
Somewhere amongst their talk the tone became irritated.
The newcomer spoke, in a low voice, commanding attention.
No one dared to disobey.
His voice was laced with anger.
That was when she saw it.
She saw him shudder ever so slightly.
She saw the man who was master of her every move, show weakness.
It was as if someone had turned a light on in a dark room, which was her life.
Her husband was scared of this powerful figure in front of him.
It did not take long for a plan to formulate in her head.
She knew how she would take control, become the puppeteer, with him as her marionette.
Yes she had underestimated this Lord Voldemort the first time they met. Now she was sure he would have his uses.
He would be the one to light the way, as her husband had said.
He would be the one to light the way not just to complete Pureblood supremacy.
But he would also be the one to light the way out of the world she currently lived in.
He would be the one to save her.
That is, assuming it wasn't already too late for her.
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