Rodolphus Lestrange

27 | Pureblood | Slytherin-Alumn | Death Eater

[thefamouswolf-rodolphus]

alicejlongbottom‌:

Alice looked at the way that Rodolphus Lestrange was lazing in his office with a bitter taste in her mouth. Many people worked hard each and every day in order to try and progress through the ministry into higher positions, and here he was apparently relaxing in his office with not a care in the world. She had to wonder at what point did his last name become worth more than his own skill. The Blacks, the Malfoys, the Lestranges all had more money than sense - and more than enough money to throw around to land a position that they were unqualified for. How many top-level ministry officials ignored the behaviour of Lestrange and others like him because of the money they wielded? 

Swallowing back that bitterness, Alice offered Rodolphus a tight smile. “Might I sit? Hopefully this won’t take long,” Alice nodded towards the chairs. “The auror department are trying to piece together the events at Puddletown by conducting interviews of various members of the public. I understand that you were seen at Puddletown, could you just give me a timeline of events please? What buildings you were in, what time you left Puddletown and did you witness any Death Eater activity first-hand?”

As Alice asked to sit, Rodolphus nodded, “Of course.” With wandless magic, he pulled out the chair for her to sit comfortably and made his way back to his own. Running a hand over his beard, Rodolphus sighed. What was this Auror doing here? He wondered over the thought, mulling it over. It had been quite some time since anyone had looked into him, making sure to keep a low profile and good cover. Even as a department head.  But he did his work, did it well, and made sure his teams performed the absolute best that he could. If the numbers were down, someone paid. Greatly. The fear stepped them all in line, including himself. All to stay unsuspecting.

When she mentioned Puddletown, a memory flashed through his mind. All he remembered was that everything went black. And the amount of pain he had suffered. Still, he nodded to Alice, “I’m a rather large Quidditch fan, as are my colleagues, so of course I was seen,” he explained simply, reaching over, and grabbing a cup set on his desk. “But, unfortunately, there’s not much to tell.” Rodolphus gave a small shrug, “Someone fired at me. Not sure if they were a Death Eater or not. But I was gravely injured.”

[thefamouswolf-rodolphus]

rabstrangest‌:

He examined Rodolphus carefully from his place across the table. He looked as strong as ever, no matter how hard Rabastan searched for flaws. It was both relief and irritant. Particularly as Rodolphus sat back down in the chair that Rabastan had so stupidly left for him. Of course, it belonged to him. Everything here did. 

There was a rush of satisfaction at the evident upset in his brother’s tone. Rabastan was always pleased of evidence that he’d managed to hurt Rodolphus. As a teenager, he’d usually set out to do it deliberately; now it was more accidental (or so he told himself). “Come on, Rodolphus. I was hardly going to cry at your bedside. I’m surprised your wife made it up there. Last I knew, she loved you even less than I do.” 

Though it hadn’t appeared that way, the way Bellatrix had been so dedicated in caring for him. In some old recess of his mind, he’d felt envy then and almost - almost - made his way up the stairs to see his brother. He was far more comfortable when the married pair were arguing, he didn’t have to think of Rodolphus caring more about her than he did Rabastan then. “Have you discovered your mystery attacker, then? I do hope it was at least one of the powerful blood traitors. Moody. Longbottom. Imagine if a Mudblood almost took you out.” 

As his brother watched him, Rodolphus looked him over in-turn. Much time had passed since that fateful trip with his mother. And much had changed between the brothers as well. For Rodolphus, at least, when he returned, he hadn’t wanted any company of his family. He had already lost too much of it too soon. He felt utterly alone and isolated, and only had himself to blame. Yet, he was afraid, that no one would understand. Even now, he wasn’t sure if his brother would - older, siting in the manor with his family.

Silence filled the room after his brother’s snide reply. Rodolphus nearly growled as his eyes narrowed and his lips becoming  a thin line. “No, I don’t suppose I should have expected nay emotion from you about it. But you didn’t even care enough to come up and ask about the will that you’re not in,” he replied back with a bite. Finally, he sighed back in his seat. There was no debunking the fact that Bellatrix, his own wife, didn’t love him. Rodolphus said nothing. There was no point. It would only anger him further, and right now, he did not need that.

Feeling a bit sore already, gulped. Calling Tilly, Rodolphus demanded something to help drown out the pain. Although, his attention was soon back onto his sibling. “Not discovered yet, but soon.” he smirked slightly, “And even if it wasn’t them, we can always still have our fun.” he paused at the word. If it was a Mudblood, there would be no telling what he’d do...

[thefamouswolf-rodolphus]

mcllywecsley‌:

She almost wanted to roll her eyes. Yes, an army of house-elves they probably treated like dirt along with purebloods so desperate to be in the good graces of the Lestranges and Blacks, so desperate to feel more important than everyone else because of their blood. She had always found it fascinating how different she was, how different she might have been had her parents raised her with the idea of her blood being a badge of honour. Molly would never be able to understand, but she knew battlelines had been drawn in the sand long ago. 

“Goodness, I would be bored to death having everyone else take care of my business. I find that practical work is often very rewarding - but to each their own.” An army of families from the Pureblood Society, she internally shuddered. Molly would rather starve out on the streets than be indebted to Rodolphus. “Oh, we manage just fine. Our children are all happy and healthy.” It was true that she would not protest to Arthur’s wage being raised, it would be nice to have more galleons in their vault, but she would never trade her life with that of the Lestranges nor Blacks. She had so much love and light in her life, she could never be jealous of their coldness, their misery and hate. As long as she could feed and clothe her children, she did not care that she had to turn over every galleon or knut. 

“Yes, Ministry business never seems to end,” Molly commented conversationally. She had always been curious about why Rodolphus bothered to work, but Arthur assured her even the rich had to stay rich somehow, besides, they liked the prestige of Ministry titles. “It seems everyone working there is so busy nowadays, but I am glad you are working so hard keeping us all safe.” Was he? Was that still the priority of the Ministry? She had her doubts.

Having others take care of his basic needs was something Rodolphus didn’t think he’d ever grow tired of. After all, he had house elves dotting over him since he was born. A day without him would be strange, tiresome, and rather boring. That was a day Rodolphus never wanted to see, and always did everything in his power to keep his family on top in Pureblood society; everything in his power to recruit only the best for the Dark Lord. For he would not let their cause fail. In this war, there was only one outcome, in his mind.

“It’s rather useful, actually. All of the mundane day-to-day tasks, done for you. Besides,” he chuckled, “it makes time for you to do the important things in life - that will get you ahead. The more challenging, satisfying,” Rodolphus grinned. Of course, explaining this to anyone who had renounced their blood status would never understand. At least, that was what Rodolphus believed. Pausing a moment, he nodded at her words, “Well with your husband’s salary and the amount of mouths to feed, one can’t help but wonder..” his voice trailed off ever so slightly, “Now, if Arthur were under my own department, perhaps we could arrange something,” he gave a small shrug. But no, he would never offer help to blood traitors.

Safe. The word echoed throughout his mind. Yes. In time, they would all be safe from those filthy mudbloods. He was doing well in his part to make sure of that.  “Muggles and Wizards alike, safe, Mrs. Weasley,” he said with a grin. Being the head of his own department ensured that his work was public, but was proud his teams worked well with magical accidents.

[thefamouswolf-rodolphus]

polyglotdubois‌:

“Ahh, but aren’t bizarre things some of the most interesting out there? After all, when we understand something completely it’s then I start to find them a little more boring.” Likely that was why she’d been so interested in learning as many languages as possible; being able to see new cultures, learn about and meet new creatures and beings, it kept her world bright and interesting and that was exactly the way she liked it. “Luckily between meeting Merfolk, Goblins and Giants I’m pretty sure I’ll have enough interesting encounters to keep me busy till I’m in my hundreds.” she told him in an offhand tone, as though she be able to reach such a grand age… Given the war that seemed like a pipe dream right now.

“My, running your own scouting agency on the side? How very entrepreneurial of you.” she laughed slightly at her own joke but couldn’t help but think of him watching somewhere unseen while she was barely getting a hold of Hogwarts life; given she was usually so socially aware it was somewhat unnerving.

“Still, hopefully I’ve managed to meet your previously unknown expectations.” she nodded, “I am, the language really helps with discussion; Goblins are justifiably wary of us but I’ve managed to get a relationship going with them. I worked with a delightful group of them in flint, they gave me these earring as thanks for my help.” she said fondly, gesturing to the small, but perfectly crafted silver studs in her ears. “So I suppose, like you, my job suits me.”  

Boring. The word sat on his tongue as though a horrible after-taste. No. No one liked boring. Especially not Rodolphus Lestrange. “You do have a point there, Elizabeth,” he said calmly. However, a smirk curved up on his lips, “Rather than bizarre though, I much prefer a good mystery. Dark. Unknowing. Seemingly normal, but, off...” he trailed off. There were plenty of mysteries in his life that he was rather fond of. Including his work. As she spoke about her own, his brow quirked up. “All of them? Any tales from your adventures in your work?”

Another smirk, larger this time, quirked onto his expression. Oh, if only she knew. “Well, being born into privilege with a name like Lestrange, comes with certain obligations. Networking, connections, all of it,” he grinned, “I was just looking for potential.” Still was.

“Certainly did,” Rodolphus began, looking her up and down, “Perhaps even now, if you wouldn’t mind helping someone like me. I’d be in your debt,” he said casually, but knew he barely would. But either way, it didn’t matter. Lestranges always paid what was due. His eyes went to the silver studs that she pointed to as he listened. “How do you keep that relationship going, as you say?”

[thefamouswolf-rodolphus]

viciouslestrange‌:

Bellatrix slept deeply that night, undisturbed by dreams or her thoughts. Truly, Puddletown and the subsequent panic had drained her of everything she had within her. Exhaustion had claimed her as its own in a way that she hadn’t been truly tired in years. Not even the morning light had roused her, but movement besides her made her stir. It took her a few minutes to come round, by which point Rodolphus had already left their bed. 

Concern worked its way through Bellatrix as she sat up, reaching for her wand to summon a robe which she wrapped around herself as she began to search for her husband. “Rod?” Bellatrix called, poking her head into different rooms until she reached the wash room where he stood before the mirror. She stood quietly in the doorway for a moment before heading in to stand behind him. 

Bellatrix hesitated for only a second before wrapping her arms around his waist, pressing a kiss to his shoulder. “You shouldn’t be up. Bed-rest means remaining in bed,” Bellatrix remarked. “If I have to heal you again I’m not going to be best pleased,” she murmured with a quiet chuckle. “Come back to bed.”

Hearing footsteps behind him, Rodolphus relaxing the fists of his hands, instead, gripping the counter top. Never had anyone bested him like this. Never had he been beaten. Or wanted to be seen as weak. Especially not by his wife. Especially not when their whole relationship seemed to be a game of cat-and-mouse and who could dominate. Mostly, it ended up being Bellatrix, but he didn’t mind losing to his wife; with how powerful she was. But to be bested by some...stranger or a misfire...for the first time in his life, Rodolphus felt shame.

The arms wrapped around his waist only soothed him so much. Besides, she didn’t love him back, did she she? So how much could this all really mean? Closing his eyes, Lestrange melted into Bellatrix’s touch. Putting his head down, his eyes were placed on the blood-stained towel. What kind of curse was it? A sigh escaped his lips, “Bella...I can’t rest.” he whispered.

Reaching over, one hand gripped the towel, his thumb brushing over the bright red pools that had been soaked up. “Not until I figure out what happened.” Rodolphus gulped hearing her quiet chuckle, “Besides, why do you care? I’m alive, and that’s all that matters, right?”

[thefamouswolf-rodolphus]

sweetpoiscn‌:

He was looking worse than she’d thought, but much better than moments from death’s door like the last time she’d seen him. He was moving slower, seemed a bit tired (though perhaps that was a sigh of acceptance to her visit rather than a sigh of exhaustion), but still alive. Alecto held his gaze when he met it, which made it a bit harder to conceal her flicker of surprise when he revealed who, exactly, had closed the wounds that she hadn’t been able to. 

“Severus? Severus Snape?” she asked, mind reeling a million miles a minute. How had Severus been able to heal the wounds? They had refused to close no matter what she had done, and she’d spent countless minutes, maybe hours–time was tricky under stress–making him drink blood replenishers while she attempted in futile to close the wounds that simply didn’t want to be closed. What did he know that she didn’t? “I didn’t know he knew healing magic,” she said finally, though she was sure she still looked curious. “Let alone know how to close something that seemed intent on staying open. What curse was it? Did he say how it worked?” 

As their eyes met, Rodolphus did not miss the hint of surprise at one of their comrades names: Severus Snape. He was young, but when Lucius fist brought him into his home, he saw something immediately. Something the Dark Lord wanted - broken, consumed by darkness, loyalty...just to name a few things. And if Lucius trusted him, then so did Rodolphus. All was left for their newest recruit was the dark mark. Perhaps now that he had saved Lestrange’s life, he would be honored with it.

“Yes,” Rodolphus replied back simply. For a moment, he wondered why it was such a shock to her, but them remembered her work. And then it too made him wonder...how he was able to heal him, but not Alecto. Something he would have to confront his comrade about. What he did know about Severus was that he was an extremely talented young man - who knew feared knew more about the Dark Arts than he even did. “Perhaps you should ask Bella about the curse, rather than me. I’m still trying to put pieces together myself.”

[thefamouswolf-rodolphus]

gillockhart‌:

“I’ve finally found the right corner of the party then,” Gilderoy replied, tapping out a second cigarette for himself and lighting it with a dexterous juggling act of champagne glass, wand and cigarette that he’d clearly had a great deal of practice at. Entertainment tended to be why Gilderoy was invited to these sorts of things, heaven knew he wasn’t overly invested in politics, but he had a knack for keeping the dreary campaign talk from boring the guests to tears with his collection of colourful anecdotes. “Someone has to make the sacrifice,” he sighed, the put upon sigh of a man not remotely sorry about having had a rapt audience for the past hour, “The politicians curse - they can’t hold a conversation without worrying over how it is polling.”

An amused twitch of his lips followed as he took a drag from his cigarette, tipping his head in concession. “Are you proposing an alliance? If I’m in need of an exit strategy, at the very least now I know where to go.”

Extending his own lit cigarette to press to the unlit end of Rodolphus’s he waited until it started to smoulder before drawing it away, flicking residual ash aside as sudden and inevitable recognition hit. Lestrange. So this was the jealous husband he’d been forewarned against upsetting in a manner that had only served to make Gilderoy want to do it more.  “The famous Mr Lestrange,” he reconfigured champagne and cigarette into one hand to offer the other to shake, smile broad and perhaps too amused as he introduced himself, “Gilderoy Lockhart. I’ve met your wife a few times, she’s very charming.”

An antithesis perhaps to most people’s impressions of Bellatrix Lestrange but Gilderoy had always had a unique perspective on such things. “What brings you here? A vested interest in Mr Poirier’s bid for the confederation? I’m afraid if you tell me it’s politics our newfound alliance may have just come to a swift and untimely end.”

“It seems as though you were creating the party,” Rodolphus replied back, eyeing the table the other had come from. He knew just how painful those interactions could be. Having the Lestrange name did come with its qualms. Entertaining those less than him being at the top of the list. Watching as the other juggled all he could, Rodolphus let out a breathless laugh. Of course, more entertainment. But at least this one seemed to be a natural, thus continued to listen. “And what do you usually look for when you’re working the crowd? If you’re not worrying over how its polling?”

An amused smirk played on his newfound company’s expression and had one to match on his own countenance. “Why not? You scratch my back, I scratch yours,” he tapped his cigarette on side, saying, “Unless you have something better to offer.”

While the other extended their cigarette to light his own, Rodolphus held his carefully in his mouth, inhaling to help light it faster. Once the end was orange and a bit of smoke rising out of it, Lestrange took a long drag. Closing his eyes, he exhaled, releasing some of the smoke. Who knew a good drag was just what the man needed in that moment? Opening his eyes, he saw the recognition of who he was. Hearing his name, Rodolphus reached to shake his hand as the other took out the cigarette. However, hearing such a word describe his wife, he almost laughed outright. Arching a brow, “Charming? What gave you that impression, Gil?” he asked, purposefully saying his name wrong.

The swift and untimely end to their alliance didn’t have to be about politics. No. More of whatever relationship this man had with his wife. Shaking his head, Rodolphus gave a thin answer, “Never politics. But as a Lestrange, I do have to make an appearance to these sort of events.”

[sandushengshou]

[viciouslestrange]

@thefamouswolf-rodolphus

[sinistraxlowe]

a cozy mystery // open

[thefamouswolf-rodolphus]

thefamouswolf-rodolphus‌:

sinistraxlowe‌:

Sinistra kept her eyes on Rodolphus. He was extremely charming – just as she was. Their interactions had always been pleasant and this one was looking no different. When he reached to kiss her hand, Sinistra raised her chin. That was how she deserved to be treated: as a person of importance. A smile crossed her lips. “Why thank you for the welcome.” As Rodolphus let go of her hand, she gracefully placed it on the table before sitting.

“I try to be as lovely as possible. Your approval is an honor.” Flattery, yes, but also a truth she carried. If she could get someone like Rodolphus Lestrange to see something in her, there must be something in her.

As he replied to her question, she put her hands beneath her chin, listening intently and nodding. She would never be rude to Rodolphus in any way. There was a type of connection between the two she couldn’t understand, but was grateful for it.

Sinistra raised her eyebrows, “I suppose running a Ministry department would be time consuming. I can only imagine. And a marriage on top of that – I’m surprised you have time to sit with me today.” Using the word marriage always sent a chill down Sinistra’s spine, but she couldn’t expect everyone to understand it or to shun it themselves. “Yourself and Bellatrix make quite the couple,” the corners of her lips lifted. “I am sure the two of you have something important to do with those ‘changes in the air’ as you call them.” Sinistra leaned in close to him. “Swiftness is something I genuinely hope for.”

There was no mistaking the look of pride Sinistra took on when he kissed her hand. But then again, Rodolphus knew how good being the better part of Pureblood society was. How invigorating and powerful it could make one feel. And as her benefactor, he wanted her to feel that way. After all, that was the deal. A fair trade for the work she was putting in. Plus, she took on the role beautifully in all of her grace. He could only look on with a satisfied grin.

Your approval is an honor. What a phrase! Something Rodolphus Lestrange clearly needed at the moment. He appreciated the flattery beyond what any words could convey. “An honor?” his voice was lightly surprised, mostly happy at the choice of words she’d used, “Why’s that?” he couldn’t help but want as much of the flattery he could get.

It was true. All of it was time consuming. However, multi-tasking was something Rodolphus had mastered at a young age. Especially with needing to work in his goals for the cause - recruiting for the Dark Lord. Although when she said they he and his wife made quite the couple, a small smile flickered on his lips briefly. Yes, from an outside perspective, they might have been what people only dreamed of. Or feared. “Yes, well, that’s mostly due to my wife. But like most things in life, there are two sides to it.” As she leaned in, Rodolphus grinned, following suit, “You could say that...” he lingered there for a moment, “What else do you genuinely hope for, Sinistra?”

[thefamouswolf-rodolphus]

[thefamouswolf-rodolphus]

mcllywecsley‌:

Molly managed a strained smile. She had just been weeping for her cousin who died because of pureblood fanatics and their absolute disregard of decency. Had he been among the Death Eaters that fateful night? Had his friends or family? It made her blood run icy cold. Arthur would not wish for her to speak with a Lestrange, but she was the one who kept saying they needed to try and keep up an appearance of neutrality - for the sake of the boys. She did not like that he knew of her sons, but she was not surprised he did, most knew of the Weasleys and all the boys that had been born the last eight years. She was mostly congratulated on that fact, boys meant the Weasley name would live on, but Molly cared not for any of that. She just wanted her children to be healthy and happy.

Molly had never cared much for the Slytherins, but she knew they were not all bad, not all of them - but there were plenty of rotten eggs. She had never participated much in the conflict between the two houses, but she still had her prejudices. “A snake and a lion, indeed, I am sure our housemates would be horrified,” she commented in a hollow attempt at humour. “Yes, I am running some quick family errands,” she replied, still perfectly civil, and honest. “Nothing lasts long in our household and I so rarely leave my children, but I must admit, errands are quicker to run without a gaggle of boys running wild. Though I will not make habit of it.” She did need to grab some supplies as she tried to make everything they needed herself, it was cheaper and more sustainable in the long run. She mentioned that she was always at the Burrow as a warning. If anyone wanted to hurt or take her children, they would need to to get through her first and she would kill to keep her boys safe. “What brings you to Diagon Alley, Lestrange?” Molly queried hesitantly, already knowing practical errands was probably nothing he ever needed to worry about. 

Housemates would be horrified, that was certain. Many of his comrades had either been in Slytherin with him, or in Ravenclaw as a surprise. There was not one Gryffindor, at least not well, that he had heard of in their ranks. It just wasn’t in their blood. Like oil and water, never to be mixed. Just as magical blood and non-magical, in his mind. In the opinions he was raised on. Still, with her attempt at humor, Rodolphus politely snickered back. Mostly to appease her. Mostly to obtain any more information he could get on that night in Puddletown.

Molly was perfectly civil and Lestrange had to give credit where it was due. At least, for her and her family’s sake, she knew how to feign a smile. And warn another of how protective she was. Rodolphus grinned at that. “Yes, with so many mouths to feed, it would be hard to keep up. I wouldn’t know, though. It’s only my wife and dear brother in the manor with me. Plus our never-ending help between house-elves and those in Pureblood Society always looking for favors.” There was no lie in that. Surely she knew . Besides, it was easier to con others when truths were close to the heart of it all. When she asked what brought him to Diagon Alley, he replied with a short, “Ministry business, as usual.”

[thefamouswolf-rodolphus]

viciouslestrange‌:

How had they become like this?

Even just six months ago such gentleness was unthinkable. That was how their relationship worked, a constant fight for dominance - a never-ending push and pull. But things had changed in these six months - Bellatrix herself had flirted closer to death than she ever had before, and had almost died alone with only mudblood Evans at her side. Now Rodolphus had his own experience with a near fatal illness, and it seemed to have jump-started something within her. A fear that one day her husband may not be around to continue their games.

Bellatrix Lestrange was not a gentle woman.

But Rodolphus Lestrange was somehow breaking through the walls she had placed around herself.

It terrified her.

Closing her eyes as Rodolphus caressed her cheek, the sigh that left Bellatrix’s lips was shaky - and she hated herself for being so weak, so pathetic. “It is the Lestrange way, we are difficult to kill so it seems,” Bellatrix murmured. She needed time - time to process the events of the evening, and everything that came along with it. 

The kiss was soft. Gentle. Everything that their relationship had never been. Bellatrix bristled at the confession of love, brows furrowing slightly. She had always known his feelings, but now she couldn’t ignore it. “I know,” Bellatrix replied, her tone clear of emotion - collecting herself as only a Black sister could. Perhaps that would be the only way to survive now - to rest on what her mother had taught her. 

As Rodolphus began to drift into sleep, Bellatrix watched for some time. It had been months since they had shared a bed, and it had taken an accident like this to drive them together again. Would it change them forever? Bellatrix thought it might, and that thought made her stomach churn. She hated this loss of control, feeling everything she had carefully crafted for years slipping so easily through her fingers. Surely there must be another explanation - perhaps she was merely tired, or in shock.

It couldn’t be that she was feeling for her husband.

Certainly not. Bellatrix pushed that thought away as she closed her eyes finally to sleep, letting the waves of exhaustion from a dreadful party that turned into an even more dreadful night drag her into a deep sleep.

Their kiss was light, romantic - everything Rodolphus Lestrange felt in these rare, intimate moments with his wife. For Bellatrix. Yet, her words, spurred the rational part of his brain. Why had he said that? He knew the answer; had always known. He shouldn’t have expected everything to change in one night. Or even let himself hope that they would.

Closing his eyes, he let himself be taken by his exhaustion. There were never any pleasant dreams for him. Something Lestrange should be used to by now. Instead, his clumber was overcome with memories. Their wedding day. Fighting beside her. The cause. And then...what had come to pass that night. Athena’s screams, but nothing else. Only darkness. And pain. Pain. Would there always be pain? Rodolphus thought on that as the familiar sensation clouded his mind, forcing himself awake. Gulping, he felt his forehead. Blood.

Enough time had passed that the morning light warmed their bed, brightening the room. Beside him, he saw Bellatrix was still asleep. Good. For now, Rodolphus had to do this on his own. Groaning ever so slightly, Rodolphus sat up on the bed. Incredibly sore, but no other open wounds as he looked down. Slowly, he used every bit of strength to stand and make his way to the wash room. There, glancing in the mirror, there were a few scrapes on his forehead and cheek. 

Snapping, he called Tilly in, demanding some dittany. Luckily, it was able to do the trick, cleaning out the wounds after. Perhaps the stress of his dreams had done it. With a sigh, Rodolphus clenched his hands into tight fists as they held him up. Whoever had bested him, would pay with their life.

[thefamouswolf-rodolphus]

polyglotdubois‌:

Elizabeth recognised the man after she’d spoken and with some regret wished she’d simply kept going. Rodolphus Lestrange had something of a reputation that had been whispered by those even in her year in Hogwarts. He’d left before her fourth year but gossip was voracious in any school environment. Since getting her job at the Ministry Elizabeth knew he worked there but hadn’t ran into him yet. So much for keeping things that way and now it appeared conversation would need to follow. But… she was a lady and not about to appear so rude. “Really?” she asked with a smile, “And what word do you think would fit better?”

Her tone was friendly, expressing curiosity over a challenge, “And yes it has. Rodolphus, though I have to say I’m surprised you remember me. I wouldn’t think children in the lowers years of Hogwarts would be worth your attention.” she said with a small laugh as she took a few steps closer.

“I’ve seen you around the ministry a few times though, congratulations on becoming the head or your area. I hope the strain of it isn’t too much?” Polite, friendly and attentive; her mother would be proud.  

While recognition swept across Elizabeth’s countenance, Rodolphus took a moment to look her over.  At Hogwarts, little of his attention went to anyone younger than he - except potential comrades for the ranks of the Death Eaters. Now, seeing the woman Elizabeth had become, Rodolphus grinned. She’d come a long way from what little he remembered of the Ravenclaw girl that sat in the library, reading up on different languages. However after hearing her little conversation, Lestrange thought that he might have some use for her. Especially now that she was somewhere in the Ministry along with him. After all, he did need to recruit some of the less-than-charming magical creatures. 

“Bizarre,” Rodolphus replied back as if it were stated in merely his tone. Her’s was friendly enough - far more intriguing than the language that she claimed had any interest. Still, he gave a nod, “Not normally, but,” he gave a thin smile, “I always kept my eye out on who would make something of themselves after school.” and followed suit, stepping closer as well.

As Elizabeth congrulated him, Lestrange gave a smile accompanied with a nod, “Yes, thank you. Took a bit of time, but the job comes as second nature, it seems.” he smirked lightly, “And you’re a Goblin Liaison, correct? Now, that seems more interesting than the language.”

[thefamouswolf-rodolphus]

rabstrangest‌:

@thefamouswolf-rodolphus

The splendor of Lestrange Manor spared nothing; it had always supplied every one of his needs. Rabastan had contemplated leaving many times, but only ever idly. He watched food appear on the dining table, a veritable feast that could rival any breakfast he’d had at Hogwarts.

He wondered how much of it would go to waste today, having become accustomed over the past few days to dining alone. Rodolphus had been laid up in bed - he hadn’t bothered going up there, but the elves had reported his brother was weak. He didn’t mind the silence at breakfast, but it was unnerving. He would prefer to see Rodolphus again. 

For one reason only, he told himself. It wasn’t a case of missing his brother or worrying about him. It was only surprise. Surprise that someone could best Rodolphus. He would never have expected that. Not a sentimental holdover from his youth, when Rodolphus had been father and god and king in Rabastan’s eyes.  A simple assessment of his skill.

Footsteps could be heard, coming closer. It could not be a House Elf, they knew better than to be seen by Rabastan, after the care he’d taken to show. Bellatrix, perhaps, but he had not seen her for some days either (and wasn’t that a surprise, care from the coldest killer of them all, apparently she did have a heart). He watched warily to see Rodolphus appear at the head of the table, feeling a flicker of annoyance at that - why hadn’t Rabastan thought of sitting in his chair? Leaving the chair all this time, to sit at the side of the table whilst he dined all alone, in retrospect, appeared some pathetic gesture of respect. It had been inconsideration, pure and simple, he hadn’t thought of it. “You’re alive, then.” 

While Rodolphus certainly missed his time recruiting out on the field (especially after being bested by what he assumed was one of his own that night in Puddletown), being home did have his charms. The Lestrange manor was well kept, and having his brother close by for company was better (even if awkward and strained) when he Rodolphus was in a feud with his wife. Although now, up and around after he had been wounded, he looked forward to seeing his younger sibling. No matter how grown apart they had become.

Still a little sore, he made his way through the manor slowly. In the back of his mind, he wondered how long it would take for him to move about again as he used to. If not soon, he would call upon that young Slytherin again. Tell him to do the incantation right this time. He couldn’t be among his comrades with them thinking he was weak. Never.

Coming up to the dinning room, Rodolphus eyed the head of the table. For a moment, he wondered why Rabastan hadn’t taken the opportunity to sit there. If something were to happen, Rabastan would take on the family name - uphold it in his honor. Sitting in his rightful place, smirking as if a throne, he looked to his brother with a smirk, “An extraordinary observation, Rabastan. Seems your eyes are working, but not your legs,” the smile faltered, Why didn’t visit me on my deathbed?” Even if he wasn’t that easy to kill, and their relationship estranged, he still would have liked the chance to say goodbye to his brother.

[thefamouswolf-rodolphus]

alicejlongbottom‌:

@thefamouswolf-rodolphus

The name Lestrange seemed to strike fear into many of the Order members. It had been a long time since the assumption that Bellatrix and Rodolphus Lestrange were among the worst of the Death Eaters had been made, but in so many years not a single Order member or Auror had managed to confirm or deny this assumption. It just seemed to fit - Rodolphus’ mysterious disappearances for months on end, his wife’s foul attitude and of course, their vehement hatred of muggle-borns. Alice, ever the optimist, still believed that they could catch them out. All it would take was a well-worded question to trip them up, and their suspicions would be confirmed. 

Clutching her notepad and quill in one hand, and a strong flask of coffee in the other, Alice headed to the elevator to make the short journey to level two. She hadn’t made Lestrange aware she was planning to visit, it was best to try and catch him out rather than give him the opportunity to make excuses. Before she knew it she was stood before the closed door of his office, and she balanced her flask atop her notepad while she knocked on the door, waiting a second before she opened the door regardless. “Lestrange? It’s Alice Longbottom from the aurors office. I was hoping you’d have time to answer a few questions, I promise I won’t take long.”

Ever since Rodolphus Lestrange had returned home, things had been odd, to say the least. There seemed to be someone out to harm the Lestrange family - or do everything in their power to find out their secrets. It was why he tread carefully around his work and even home at times. The Dark Lord had tested out quite a vicious spell on Bellatrix. Someone had tried to impersonate her. Fabian had kissed his wife. And now, the Puddletown incident. His work at the Ministry was the only place that seemed to be dull and familiar in its uneventful nature.

Except today.

Alice Longbottom had decided to pay a visit. Rodolphus had been sitting comfortably in his office; chair back, feet up on his desk, reading the latest papers on his teams’ work in the field. Now, there had been a knock on the door. Wondering just who was paying him a visit, Lestrange arched a brow. Before he could even tell the other to come in, Alice was in his office. The auror he had heard of - wife to another that was well known: Frank. Both younger schoolmates at Hogwarts. “Of course. How can I help you, Mrs. Longbottom?” he asked with a small smile to hide what he truly felt, as he stood.

[thefamouswolf-rodolphus]

sweetpoiscn‌:

Where: Lestrange Manor

Who: @thefamouswolf-rodolphus

Somehow, Rodolphus Lestrange had lived.

That was perhaps the driving force behind her visit to Lestrange Manor, a place she rarely went without the invitation of Bellatrix beforehand. Alecto remembered that night perhaps too vividly, and not just because of the hefty sum of money she’d received from the Lestrange vault in the following days. Rodolphus had been dying, and no matter what Alecto had done she couldn’t close up the wounds that left him bleeding out in his own home. She’d worked tirelessly until Bellatrix had found someone and sent her away, and she’d listened without a question of who she’d found or how they’d do better than she did.

But they did. At least Alecto had the decency to allow Rodolphus some time to heal before heading to his home with questions.

One of the house elves–she wasn’t sure which, never bothering to learn their names–let her in and led her to the sitting room before going off to retrieve Rodolphus. Alecto decided to forego sitting, instead looking at the decorated room that was so much more than what she had at home. She turned around when she heard footsteps and gave a small smile to Rodolphus. “Glad to see you’re up, Rodolphus. How are you feeling?”

After hearing what had all occurred after he was found, Rodolphus was also incredibly grateful to Alecto Carrow. Once Bellatrix had found him, Alecto was able to keep him stable enough; living while she looked for someone that could heal him from an incredible work of dark magic. Still, she had proven (on many occasions) that she was a solid recruit, ready for anything, and immensely resourceful. He was even more grateful that she hadn’t stormed in the moment he was healed to hound him and ask a relentless number of question as he tried to recover.

Instead, she visited the Lestrange Manor on her own accord. Making his way, slowly, into the foyer, Rodolphus caught Alecto’s eyes. Sighing softly, his gaze went to meet hers immediately. “Better thanks to you, Bella, and Severus.” he admitted, fully transparent about the situation. There was no need to keep it vague intentionally - especially not when she helped too.

[thefamouswolf-rodolphus]

gillockhart‌:

WHO: @thefamouswolf-rodolphus WHERE: Chateau d’Bonaccord.

Felix Poirier, as far as Gilderoy had gathered, was just as much of a political snake as anyone with grand ambitions of being nominated Supreme Mugwump of the International Confederation of Wizards. He was suitably rich, suitably pureblooded and suitably ambitious to be of passing interest and he had assembled, at what Gilderoy had quickly surmised to be a very underhanded attempt at swaying votes away from Britains own candidate, a fantastically interesting array of wizarding society’s brightest to a sprawling garden party at a grand old country manor. 

The champagne was good, he was a passing conversationalist, and it was all for naught, really, for Felix wasn’t nearly handsome enough to be worthy of his Sofia and she had made her way halfway across the garden to make the point. A pity, Gilderoy couldn’t help but think as he eyed the man with some minor disappointment, smile bright and gleaming. Supreme Mugwump might have been a worthy title for her next.

Still, never let it be said that Gilderoy didn’t wring every last drop of opportunity from every occasion, “And so I told him,” he continued in a staged whisper, smoke trailing in pretty wisps from the cigarette perched in his fingers and revelling in the rapt attention of his little audience as he beckoned them in, as if to tell a secret, “That perhaps the Erumpent simply hadn’t seen him, and so the dear old thing that he is, he started the whole thing over from the beginning.”

A gale of laughter escaped his lips and his companions followed suit, Gilderoy excusing himself from the group as he dabbed at his eyes and seized a champagne glass from a tray as it floated past, half a mind set to finding Sofia amidst the topiary animals before his eyes caught abruptly on someone else. Tall and handsome, handsome enough to warrant a further look, and decided this would be worth the detour. 

“Do you smoke?” he asked as he approached, tapping at his cigarette case to release one and noting the hint of strain in the set of the man’s jaw as he glanced surreptitiously to the side, “At the very least I hope you don’t mind if I do. Politicians,” he sighed theatrically, tipping his head back towards the milling crowd of partygoers and raised his eyebrows, struck by a murmur of something like recognition in the back of his head. He should know who this was. “It’s a blood bath in there.”

Now that enough time had past for Rodolphus to recover properly, it was about time he made a few appearances in Pureblood society, parties, galas, and of course, with politics. It seemed as though his recruitment had sufficed for the moment and was needed here. Perhaps for some internal training or to gather more local, young recruits. With that in mind, Lestrange knew he had to uphold the weight of his last name, walking into Chateau d’Bonaccord.

While Felix and Sofia had been on Rodolphus’ list to converse it, he found the meetings rather brief. Besides all of that, a lot of the attention had been given to a rather theatrical man entertaining a group. Shaking his head, Lestrange grabbed a champagne flute, taking a sip. Only for a little while longer would he have to endure this, then be on his merry way back home. However, his gaze was soon on the man approaching him. 

“Usually cigars,” he answered, but smiled as he looked to the cigarette that was offered to him, “and the occasional spliff,” Rodolphus chuckled, thanking the man before him as he took it. Turning to look him over, it was still a bit difficult to crane his neck in certain directions, but managed a grin. “Always try to entertain them?” Lestrange asked as his eyes followed where the other had signaled to. “Well, if you should ever need an escape, I do come up with fine excuses,”  he chuckled once more before offering his hand, “Lestrange. Rodolphus, Lestrange,” then tapped his cigarette, “Have a light?”