Bad Intentions;

Asterion Lestrange Seventeen. Ravenclaw. Death Eater "Another story with a mangled scene. It couldn't happen any other way; So this is the hate I've been born into.." { if i die young account }

[hellfxres]

For a few moments, Victoire didn’t speak. She tried to imagine what it was like, though, whether her mind didn’t want to go into it or just couldn’t, was another thing she wondered. Most likely, she couldn’t imagine. Vic knew that he was hurt about this, even through his calm. Him explaining, even just a little, instilled some rage because Aster didn’t deserve any of it. “Vega isn’t as … strong as you, Asterion. Mentally. And Perseus is a formidably manipulative and sadistic person to the core. He embraces it, revels in it. This place, I can only imagine, has brought out the worst in everyone, even me at times. Especially mentally. I’m not defending what Vega did, because you’re right, he should have fought harder, but he was up against Perseus. I don’t know about your childhood, you’re right, but your cousin, at least from what I’ve observed, has no reservations about what he does. That projected onto Vega in a place like this? It was a power-play on Perseus’ end, and he really wanted revenge on you for what you did in the dungeons.” I’m going to kill him, Victoire thought. “I’m not thirsty and you really need it more than me.” 

[asterionlestrange-blog]

He listened to her, not wanting to hear a word that she was saying but it wasn't like he could get up and walk away. He knew that Vega had been under the curse, he knew that Vega was vulnerable to mental attacks but he didn't care. "Victoire. Stop." He struggled to get to his feet, stubbornly pushing through the pain until he could rest against the trunk of a tree. "I don't want the water, I don't want to talk about this anymore. I don't care what he wanted, I was practically his brother  -- is shouldn't have mattered. Besides I thought it was my uncle. Now are we done talking about this?"

[hellfxres]

A small smile appeared on Vic’s face at the nickname, but disappeared after he explained. “I’d rather you be honest, and hysterical is something I’m better at managing. You can’t be calm about this. Vega couldn’t have been in his right mind, Aster.” Vic rolled her eyes at him waving off the water bottle, putting it between them. “Your cousin definitely did something. I wouldn’t put it past him.” she concluded. She was sure of this, and even though she didn’t know Vega as well, the note she got made her put the pieces together. Because he would never hurt Lily as well as his own brother. 

[asterionlestrange-blog]

"I haven't told you about my childhood for a reason, Victoire. I'm used to this...granted it came as a surprise when it was my brother at the other end of the wand this time but this...thiswhat he did to me was nothing compared to-- you know what nevermind." Asterion took the bottle, drinking only to appease her. "Maybe so but he should have fought a lot harder... but that's beside the point. You need the water more than me."

[hellfxres]

"Only you would still keep your calm logic and correct me. Just — I — nevermind. Was it Percy? And … Vega?" she asked softly, handing him a water bottle. 

[asterionlestrange-blog]

"Would you rather me be hysteric, Tweety bird?" He sighed, unsure how someone would normally react to what had happened. Aster shook his head, waving off the water bottle. "It was Vega and Perseus was there but Vega had the wand."

[hellfxres]

"Don’t ever almost die on me again. Or I’ll summon you from the dead and re kill you myself. Plus, we still have to watch cartoons.”

[asterionlestrange-blog]

"I don't think I ever planned on almost dying but I'll keep that in mind. And that seems a little redundant, don't you think? "

[hellfxres]

If Vic was proud of anything she had done since she had been in the arena so far, it had been teaming up with Jane Longbottom. Together, they had enough to survive and then some. They both successfully developed a tracking spell, thanks to Jane’s wand and Grimoire, and rationed supplies so Vic could go off and look for Aster (as well as tracking the other members of her family). After giving Jane specific instructions to stay put up in a tree, the invisibility cloak around her about a meter away, Vic set off running, half of the first aid kit in tow, relieved the spell had worked. When she finally found him he looked like he was near death. Next to Aster was Lily, giving him water and though Vic should have probably been more tactful in her approaching them, she just ran next to them, plopping herself on the other side of Aster, getting out her healing supplies from her backpack. After getting her note, it was clear to her who had attacked Aster but Vic channeled her anger into determination to heal him. Seeing him the way he was nearly made her cry, but she forced herself to stay focused. “Lily, here’s some Dittany, you’ve been here longer so you know where he’s hurt better than I do.” she commanded, though her voice was somewhat shaky. Vic then opened the bottle of the replenishing potion and placed it near his mouth. “I have two of these, drink them.” 

[asterionlestrange-blog]

Asterion shook his head, groaning as he attempted to move away from her but he could barely manage the energy to turn onto his side, opening old wounds with the movement. "--okay? She's okay?" He asked, zeroing in on Vic's name more than the other parts of her questions. Confusion coated his mind like a thick fog, blurring out faces and canceling out words that the girl mouthed to him. Poison was the first thought that came to mind as she lowered the bottle to his mouth. His lips sealed themselves shut as he turned his head away, knowing that they wanted him dead and no matter what he saw or what he thought it was it wasn't going to be what he wanted. The flash of pink only caused more worry and fear, knowing that Perseus was after her because of him. "Go..leave." He whispered, though he was careful to avoid getting anything in his mouth. His childhood was rough enough to know that if he was dumb enough to drink from things that he hadn't prepared himself, then he deserved whatever poison was in it. "Leave."

[lilyinapot-ter]

The note from the gamemakers crumpled in her hand as she sprinted. She didn’t even know where to start; all she knew was that apparently—if the gamemakers weren’t lying—Victoire and Maddie were in danger. By the Lestranges. It made no sense at all; Lily had thought those two girls were the last people Vega and Asterion would harm, but she couldn’t take the chance. She had to see if it was true. But the problem was, Lily didn’t even know where to start. All she knew was that she had to find them. Somewhere. Lily almost ran past Asterion, too distracted to even notice him, but the flash of flesh and blood from the corner of her eye made her pause. There he was, bleeding. Dying. “Lestrange!” she screeched, kneeling beside him. “Lestrange. Where is Victoire? Why are you hurt?” she asked quickly, running a hand through her hair before drawing her wand. “I got this note from the gamemakers—-I don’t understand—did you try to hurt my cousin? Did she get away?”

[asterionlestrange-blog]

He should have been dead by then. In reality, he had been lying there in his own blood for two days and not a single person had walked by at least when he was awake but it felt as if he'd been there for months. Asterion had grown used to the pain, hardly noticing it for the light headedness from obvious dehydration and blood loss. "Vega?" He whispered hearing quick footsteps as he came too, his head aching with every word that slipped from the girl's mouth. "I'm s-sorry, We...stick together no..matter what. That was the plan." He mumbled, a tear rolling down the side of his face, "Why... would you do this to me?" Aster didn't care to answer the questions that hardly made since to him. Nothing did at this point -- especially nothing regarding his brother.

[perseusthesnake]

Perseus smirked and leaned against the tree, perfectly content in just watching the show. “Oh, we’ll make sure. I hope you and your little girlfriend enjoy Hell.”

[asterionlestrange-blog]

Asterion gritted his teeth, shaking as white hit pain licked up his spine  that threatened to double him over but he kept standing as he was used to the curse from his younger years in the Lestrange Manor. He walked forward to shove at Vega's shoulders. "Get angry! You have to mean it for me to feel it, little brother!"

[perseusthesnake]

Perseus nodded at Vega’s words. “You are a blood traitor, Asterion. You killed your loyal father to save the precious little lives of two filthy whores. But don’t worry. They’re next.” Perseus handed Vega his wand. “Go on, Ve. Show him no mercy.”

[asterionlestrange-blog]

Asterion half smirked, "I actually thought I was killing your father not my own. What a bloody shame." He turned to his brother, leaving himself open to the worst that his twin brother could do. Aster had been prepared to die for his cause and it was only a matter of time before they'd came for him. "Make sure you kill me otherwise, the Order as made a deadly ally, poppet."

[perseusthesnake]

"Yes." He smirked, drawing his wand and stepping close to Asterion. "Yes, he did. And Vega has now been enlightened on what happens to traitors. Why don’t you demonstrate on your brother, Ve?"

[asterionlestrange-blog]

"I expect nothing less than your worst." He nodded, standing up and straightened out his shirt. "I do ask you to remember who it is that you should by loyal to. My father was mental, far too crazy from Azakaban and was executing blatant attacks on Death Eaters which included your father, Perseus. But proceed." Asterion locked his eyes on his brother's, knowing this was not of his own will and forgave him before the torture began.

[perseusthesnake]

Perseus approached behind him, patting Vega on the back. “We thought we should have a chat with you, cousin.”

[asterionlestrange-blog]

He made sure to keep the map and the wand hidden beneath a shield charm he had placed over his supplies. "Bad time for a chat don't you think. Vega...what's this about?"

[asterionlestrange-blog]

He knew someone was there but he wasn't all that scared since he did have his wand. Against his better judgement, he turned from his fire to glance around him. "Might want to say your name..."

[lestrangevega-blog]

"But.. They’re here, Aster, mother and father, and.. We can’t leave them.."

[asterionlestrange-blog]

"Maybe so but they want us to do our duty, Vega. We can't fail because we want our mother -- she would be ashamed." 

[lestrangevega-blog]

Vega looked at his brother, tears filling his eyes. “I can hear them, Aster.. Can’t you hear them?”

[asterionlestrange-blog]

"I can hear the voices, yes. But I my want and need to survive is much greater than what I hear for now." He told his brother, pulling him into his arms for a hug. "We need to leave, this is a dangerous place."

[lestrangevega-blog]

"Mother?" Vega pawed at the sand. "Mother!"

[asterionlestrange-blog]

"Vega, stop." He shook his head, ignoring sounds of a happy family that seemed deafening to him. "Vega look around you, be smart about your decisions. If you let them kill you by a mirror, think of what mother would say to that."

[asterionlestrange-blog]

Asterion's tuxedo for the Yule Ball.

[hellfxres]

Even with the emotion in his voice, Victoire wondered how he could be so eloquent. How he still kept his composure but expressed himself so well, something that she wasn’t able to — at least with her feelings. He was so sure in what he said — but he understood. Vic stroked his hair as he talked, feeling stunned by the words but identifying with them all the same and desperately wishing things were different. That somehow she could take away some of his pain, or even end this whole war. It wasn’t fair. Victoire pulled away to look back at him, seeing a few tears falling from his face, which made her only tear up more. She rubbed a few of them away with back of her thumb. “I’m here, I promise. Maybe not in a few weeks, I don’t know, but I’m here right now. I just want you to be safe and I know I just sound like a damn parrot saying words back, but I can’t lose you either. This is terrifying.”

[asterionlestrange-blog]

"No." He pulled her back against him, "Don't let go." Asterion felt weak and petty and while every word and emotion that he showed her was genuine he wanted nothing more to curl back into himself. Crying? It wouldn't fare well with anyone from the House of Lestrange and he was sure that his mother would strike him dead where he stood for being so...fragile. "I've never known someone to care for me the way that you do. It seems like I've dreamed you up -- like it's going to disappear when I wake up. I don't mean to be emotional, Victoire," He matched his gaze with hers, still holding tight to her with fists clenched in her shirt. Kissing her seemed to be a far off thought that she would never go for but now with his heart splayed out for her to see, shattered bits and all there wasn't any other words to express himself. His fingers tightened in the cotton as he pulled her down to meet his lips.

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"Relief. Because anyone would dare steal my clothes would have had to be someone I knew, for fear of the Veela rath of course, and I only know one person who would’ve done so.” Victoire said softly, taking a deep breath. “I will definitely, it’s really a two person job.” The corner of Vic’s lips curled into a small smile. “If it doesn’t make you happy you didn’t have to, y’know. But it’s even now, at least.”

"Yeah, it’s okay. I’ve .. missed you too. Maybe my boldness is finally rubbing off on you." Victoire went to hug Aster, it was firm hug, and although it was strange being in a different body — it was equally as comforting. She started to talk into his hair. "No, no, I didn’t mean it that way — I just — after the dungeons,  I was so shocked. You’re a Death Eater and while I thought so, I didn’t actually know. Then, so many people died,  were murdered and while I know this is how war is — I was shocked. Shocked into feeling numb. Then the interrogation — I — I was so angry. I was angry because they hurt you. And I wanted to kill them for hurting you, or for even doing that. Hit them, something. Which is not how I’m supposed to feel, but I did. It wasn’t okay, and this has all made me furious. Because I feel really deep feelings for you, and it scared me because when you killed someone to protect me, I don’t think I realized that. That you’d do anything for me. But it’s how I feel that scares me, really. I feel things really deeply, ok? I try to act like I don’t, it’s part of survival but I do. ” The words spilled out, and Victoire could’ve sworn her face was wet with a few tears. 

[asterionlestrange-blog]

Aster froze as she wrapped her arms around him, his own arms almost forgetting how to hug someone back. This was different from the ones that he gave his brother, the ones from his father when he had first met him. this was warm and just for him -- to comfort him for a change. It made him feel weak yet it felt so good to have someone to lean upon even just for a moment. He buried his face in her shoulder, wrapping his arms tight around her, not minding the difference between this body and her other one. His heart swelled with her words and ached knowing that she had been scared and worried for him but he let her talk as long as she needed before finally saying something. "Victoire, I understand. Vulnerability leaves you open for attacks and in this war. I am the same way. I know that you are perfectly capable of taking care of yourself but I can't help but want to keep you safe. You are everything to me and I thought I would lose you to a man who claimed himself to be my father. I don't want to lose you. I can't."