Draco called out for one of the house elves, one of the few that they still were able to retain and ordered it bring some dishes up for Bellatrix. The elf quivered and nodded before leaving and appearing again with food. Quickly it laid it on the table and disappeared.
“Enjoy, Aunt Bella,” Draco said stiffly as he decided that now would be a good time to leave. He wasn’t sure if he wanted to stay in her presence for too long. ”Mother and Father should be back soon enough,” He added as he began to slowly turn to leave the dining area.
The elf returned with food and left it on the table.Draco’s comment wasn’t soaked in a genuine wish for her enjoyment.She ignored his tone.”I will,”said Bellatrix helping herself. “It’s still strange being called ‘Aunt.’ That will take some time to get used to…”She wasn’t sure she liked it.Draco began to turn. “No, stay.If that’s true, you won’t have to entertain me for long. I imagine Cissy had made sure you know how to treat your guests. Unless you’re simply trying to avoid me. That’s very rude.”She tilted her head and forked another portion of food into her mouth.
The Ministry hosted a Remembrance Ball to celebrate a year of peace. The night meant to honor sacrifices was desecrated. The survivors fled shaken by disbelief, horror, and disgust. Bellatrix Lestrange and her lord were seen in the middle of the chaos.
Two years after the end of the war, the Auror department is still searching for the culprits. The reality is worse than they fear.
Salazar Slytherin adopted his former servant’s form for one night to misdirect his enemies and rock the still shaky stability of the wizarding world.
Slytherin has assumed the identity of eccentric millionaire and genius Robert Farcett. While Slytherin orchestrates a smear campaign against interim minister Kingsley Shacklebolt, Farcett is supporting him. The ultimate goal? Winning the hearts and votes of the wizarding world.
But this is now a three sided war, within Death Eater ranks there is division. Slytherin has trusted his true identity to only a few. The name Voldemort is one of a twice fallen leader. There is a whisper of rebellion. Draco Malfoy suspects “Voldemort” of being an impostor. His only wish is to free himself and his mother from Death Eater ranks. The young Malfoy has formed an alliance with Fenrir Greyback.But will he be able to keep the werewolf under control? Will Slytherin quash this rebellion? How many will perish in the cross-fire?
Narcissa protested. ”Heeeeeey! It’s not like I do anything I really want to do. Look at me! I’m here with no goals in my life other than to marry whomever our parents set me to. And I don’t really want to do that!” She drank another round of her tea. Inheriting their mother’s looks was pretty much the best attribute Narcissa had got. She was crap at potions and had no idea what she wanted to do after graduation, either. ”Besides, you’re stronger than I am and you’ve gone out and done what it is that you liked before you even had to settle down. You escaped the confines of our school for nearly an entire year…and you still haven’t told me what it is you’ve done in that time!”
”You can do anything you want. You just let what people think of you get in the way.That’s your problem.I’m not saying there won’t be consequences. But you’re the only one who can weigh whether it’s something you’re willing to do.” She was stuffed.She leaned back in her chair.She wondered if their mother would lecture them about improper eating habits when they’d be inevitably summoned to dinner. “In some ways, yes. You just need to find what your strengths are for yourself.”Bellatrix finished off her fourth cup of tea.”It wasn’t a picnic, Cissy. I didn’t know what I was doing. “
Owana walked in and made a show about shaking the rain off her cost. For all the world, she looked like a dreary commoner wanting a stiff one before heading home. But inside she was on high alert. Her eyes scanning the pub until it fell on the woman she was tailing. She could see a glimpse of the face Remus and McGonagall found dead and she stiffened for a moment before walking to the bar, three spots down from the imposter.
And it was done. One drink. She’d continue her celebration at home.Time to go. She paid and pulled her hood over her head again.She glanced at the woman who had arrived after her and headed towards the door. Or maybe she’d have to celebrate another way. It was ridiculous what a person could get accustomed to doing. Most people would be concerned if someone might be following them. Maybe she was wrong. Still, there was only one way to find out.She pushed through the door into the rain.
All is the same.I don’t expect I’ll have anywhere to be.—B.L.
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Walking in after: She opened the door, mouth open, ready to comment on whatever annoyed her most about her nephew today.The words never came. She checked. She made sure. And then,her first thought was that she ought to feel something. The second was that Cissy would be devastated. The third was a selfish wish that someone else had found him. Someone who had meant something to him. Someone who would’ve wept.
I don’t feel like having people gape at me today. That’s all.
Now that IS highly unusual of you. You used to not care whether people gaped at you. You loved it when they feared you. You could do it again!
Yes I can. Any time I want. But when that sort of reaction is expected…It bores you after a while.