Two

JOSIE

The rain pounded on the roof. The thunder rumbled and shook the glass in my windows. The world around me was warning me against something terrible coming. But I was so used to it. I ignored it.

Mistake number one.

My cell phone buzzed on my bedside table, but I ignored it because I was so distracted by the sad look on Draco's face. He had tried to hide it, but was completely unsuccessful. It was heartbreaking to me. It was Draco calling me that night on my stupid Muggle conformity.

Mistake number two.

I didn't lock the window in my bathroom earlier that day because I was in such a rush to see Draco. Anyone could get into it, had they had a purpose to enter. Since I had the same spell around my house as Hogwarts did its grounds, no one could Apparate into my home.

Mistake number three.

Three's the charm. It was natural human mindset to think in odd numbers. Mainly in three and in seven; that's why it's three wishes from a genie, three digit area code, seven digit phone numbers. The Dark Lord loved the number seven, which I still find rather ironic. Three is always what gets me.

I pulled my blankets up to my chin and flicked on my T.V. My other Muggle conformity, as Draco called it. I wanted to blend in with the neighborhood I lived in, didn't I? Wasn't it the point to blend in if I didn't want to expose that I was a witch to the Muggles.

Or expose who I was to the magical folk for being related to Lord Voldemort?

I was careful and thoughtful. I knew what I was doing – for the most part, at least.

I sighed to myself and allowed my thoughts to roam back to Draco. Not his sadness, this time, but the day we had had today. It was nice. We ate lunch at a simple little Spanish restaurant in an alley and walked through a park that I didn't know the name of. We held hands and laughed.

When he took me to his apartment, well, that was a different sorry. A shudder ignited in my body and I was electrified again. I could feel his hot touch running down my neck. I could feel his soft lips powerfully kissing mine. I could smell the scent of his aftershave clouding my senses. It was almost as if the satin sheets that surrounded us were caressing my skin. My moment of remembering ecstasy and bliss was powerful…

"Josie, you look ravishing tonight," a cold, sarcastic, familiar voice came. Another shudder ran down my spine, but one that was full of fear. Bellatrix Lestrange was in my house.

"Hello, Bella. What brings you illegally to my house," I replied in a nasty tone. Of all the Death Eaters my father had befriended, it had to be her. Just because he hated Sirius Black and she killed him. It made me sick thinking she could do that to her own family, Order member or not.

"The Dark Lord, of course, is why I've come. Why else would I visit you?"

"What did you do to piss him off to force you to come see me?"

"I always please my Master. I do nothing that he wouldn't like." She was lying. It was easily detected in her voice. I didn't press the matter, however. I didn't care. I was amused, though irritated myself.

"What are you here?"

"The Dark Lord wants to see you," she whispered, coming too close. "He has taken a fancy to you. He wants you to be his… mistress."

"No."

"Turning down the Dark Lord? Tsk, tsk, tsk. You should know better. That's why he sent me. He knew that if you didn't comply, I'd have no problem killing you…" I swallowed hard. "… and killing you daddy."

I knew that I had no choice. "What should I wear to see my Lord?" Bella chucked and skipped to my closet. She rummaged through and pulled out the lowest cut dress she could find. I had worn that dress once, and it had a special memory. But I refused to protest. I took the dress into my bathroom.

"Remove the spell," Bella called. I rolled my eyes and pulled my wand from the bun in my hair.

"Goodness, you are going to please the Lord greatly. What a shame that the only emotion he possesses outside of his anger for Potter is wasted on you."

I smirked. "Jealous, are we? Maybe if you brushed that messy head of hair…"

"Shut it, you….." She pulled her wand out at me. "Ava…."

"Really? You'll bring me dead to you Master?" I knew mocking her wasn't the right thing to be doing, but I couldn't help it. I truly loathed her.

Bella's lip went tip and her eyes darkened. "Let's go, you annoying brat. To headquarters – see you there." She snapped her fingers and muttered "bitch" before Disapparating. I shook my head and grabbed me keys. I locked my bathroom window and headed out the front door. I locked it and flicked my wand, protecting me house again, and then reluctantly Disapparated to the Dark Lord's home.