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The Dark Lord and The Dorky Lad
Tony walked alone in the alley. He was supposed to go to Isabelles place. Suddenly he saw a shadow. “Anyone out there?!”
His presence lingering behind the young male, crimson eyes followed his trail until the ginger froze. Moving in the shadows, Voldemort managed to deem closer to the young man until he completely stepped into the light, "I am not just anyone." he hissed softly, the dark wizards voice soothing yet deadly.
Hearing him, she looked up. It wasn’t every day that the Dark Lord stood in front of you. She casually marked the page she was on before answering. “Isabelle Purefoy,” She answered, watching him carefully. Isabelle wasn’t surprised if he had taken her to be the muggle born that she had heard so much about. They were too similar as far as looks went for her liking.
"You are hardly fear stricken, either you have not heard of me or you are foolishly brave." The Dark Lord grinned, his sharp- rotten teeth visible to the young girl, "These grounds are not safe for a young girl such as yourself, especially with my army tearing down the area. Although, you do not strike me as just a wizard- reveal your true nature immediately. "
She couldn’t stop the grin that spread across her face. “I would be very grateful if you would make me one..” she says before turning to leave, taking off in her dark cloud, flying through the sky.
A couple hours later she returns with a very drunk Rodolphus and a few knew bruises and cuts. “Fuckin’ bitch! You ‘ave no right to just-” he hiccups. “pull me inta a apparation like that! No fuckin’ right!” he says before smacking her across the face.
She hisses at him, eyes full of fury as she jabs her wand into his throat. “I’m tired of you hitting me around you prick! I brought you because the Dark Lord wanted you if you would PAY ATTENTION TO WHAT I TELL YOU!!!”
She removes her wand flicking it and making his legs fall out from under him as she turns to Voldemort taking a deep breath. “Here he is My Lord. Clearly he has done nothing that you asked tonight…”
Unimpressed with the couple, Voldemort held his hand up in authority- demanding they be silent at once, "Lestrange" the name merely soothed from his lips until his hand aimed effortlessly at the drunken man, power running through the serpent like human until it connected with the wizard crouched in front of him, causing excruciating pain to The Dark Lords victim.
"You have disappointed me. Careless and disobedient, your loyalty means nothing without your deeds." he sighed, hand clenching tighter as the pain that inflicted upon Rodolphus grew heavier, "Since I am merciful, I will not yet kill you."
"Do you wish to beg for my forgiveness?"
The brunette continued reading as the person stood in front of her. “Yes?” She asked as if she were expecting them to ask her to stop and actually look up at them. It wouldn’t surprise her. Some people did have the tenancy to demand her attention. Whether she was going to give it to them or not was another story.
Recognising the young girl as Miss Hermione Granger, the dark wizard knew his first insinuation was a mistake. They did in fact look alike, but were two completely different people. This young girl held a stronger presence, mightier power- something that impressed The Dark Lord easily, "And whom might you be?"
"I apologize My Lord.." she says looking down regretting her choice of words though she couldn’t help it. She hated Rodolphus and could think of no better words to use to describe him. "Well if I had a beloved husband I would tell you…" she cackles light then her grin disappears and she looks back to the floor. "He is probably at home, sleeping… all he ever does when he isn’t fu-" she stops herself looking up at the Dark Lord. "Being rude to me."
"Your marital problems are of no concern to me." he interrupted, his long scaly fingers allowing his unique wand to entwine with one another, "Bring him to me, I wish to speak with your husband. But be warned, after tonight- you may be a widow."
There was a moment of hesitation from Bellatrix before she answered. “I believe it was Rodolphus’ duty to train this bunch…” she tells him then allows a smirk to curl onto her own lips. “Though do what you wish to him he’s a shit husband..” she cackles.
"I am not fond of your feeble language," Voldemort warned, his eyes snapping towards her in interest, "Your beloved husband is the reason for the death of my men?" he questioned, the light from above causing his skin to glow as it refracted towards his pupils, causing them to burn up- the detailed crimson his eyes possessed showing.
"Where is he?"
"News that we are down three Death Eaters because of the damn aurors.." she almost growls, but kept her tone low and respectful towards her master.
"Bloody fools! None of them were trained enough! They used childrens hexes not curses!"
"And exactly who were the wizards whom trained these 'fools'? Perhaps I shall pay them a visit, find a solution to our problem." The Dark Lord smirked, his words spitting like venom.
"Bella, you always seem to grace me with your presence when it is least expected."
"You bring news I trust?"
