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Post by Dominus Tenebrarum Sum on Jul 28, 2007 17:24:55 GMT -5
"Lord Voldemort knows that you will be desired to know that you will be pleased with the action that He takes against your sister," intoned the Dark Lord, his spidery looking hand resting upon the heavy tome on his desk, his fingers tracing around the edges of the embellished title on the worn leather cover.
A bit more gently, he said, quietly, "If you wish to do so, you may rest here in my chambers. Although, if you feel uncomfortable, you may leave as well."
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Post by moogle on Jul 28, 2007 17:37:46 GMT -5
Bellatrix smiled gratefully, now knowing that he would not hurt her sister. It was more than she could expect, and she was secretly relieved.
"Thank you, my Lord, you are merciful," she whispered.
Hearing his words on whether she would like to stay or not made Bellatrix feel warm in her otherwise cold heart. Now her happiness was complete, for she had wanted nothing more than to stay close to him.
"I would like to stay with you," Bellatrix said with a soft smile, her face for once taking on a warm tone in her happiness.
She knew better than to pester her master when he was wanting to read, and so she slid herself back under the soft sheets, just enjoying this moment.
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Post by Dominus Tenebrarum Sum on Jul 28, 2007 17:48:02 GMT -5
Breathing deeply, the Dark Lord smiled slightly at Bellatrix's decision once he turned his back to her, opening the pages to the section that he had left off on.
Dawn was approaching, he noted as he looked out the window, as the red-orange edge of the sun was threatening the darkness of the horizon, it's warmth spreading, beating down on the earth as it turned a little angle on its axis slightly, every second. What power and awe he felt, watching the Malfoy grounds begin to light up, looking almost as if on fire -- ablaze with the rays of the sun, reaching and breaking up the night's shadows, ever so slowly.
Managing to jerk his attention from the window, shutting the curtains, he returned to his reading, delving into the chilling darkness of the forbidden once again.
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Post by broken2nite on Jul 29, 2007 4:11:54 GMT -5
Reih found herself being guided through a beautiful home that the man named Lestrange had called Malfoy Manor. Reih had known she had been destined to play this part since she discovered her abnormal gift for Occlumency. Her parents cultivated her skills well, trained her in control, and she was sent to Dumbledore as soon as she was eleven years old. Under his watchful eye and secretive tutilage, she had been deemed worthy enough to become a spy for the Order of the Phoenix her 7th year at Hogwarts. And tonight, the plan would come into effect.
She came face to face with a beautiful woman with long blonde hair that she was told was Narcissa Malfoy, wife to the handsome and ever devious Lucius Malfoy and sister to Bellatrix Black. The woman regarded her with cold indifference, telling Lestrange to have her wait in the library until the Dark Lord would see her.
A chill ran up Reih Jones' spine. Coming face to face with the Dark Lord himself was terrifiing and frightening at the same time. Reih believed in what the Order was fighting for, believed that courage still counted for something in this world, so she pushed down her feeling of dread and concentrated on shielding her mind from possible invasion. What always helped her steady herself was imagining a certain young Gryffindor with icy blue eyes and floppy black hair.
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Post by Veritaserum on Jul 29, 2007 4:19:33 GMT -5
Narcissa contained a smirk as she watched the dreamy girl depart for the library.
"You may have to wait a while," she called out after her retreating back, "The Dark Lord is currently," she paused,"occupied with...other matters." She flitted back to the staircase to return to Lucius.
Since the Dark Lord had taken residence, her house was alive at all hours. She left the gate-keeping in Avery's hands for the rest of the night.
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Post by broken2nite on Jul 29, 2007 17:34:58 GMT -5
Reih walked around the room, careful not to touch anything. Being a pureblood herself, she knew the ins and outs of a pureblood house-hold, and knew it was unwise to touch unknown artifacts in a Dark Wizards home, for surely they carried some sort of curse.
She'd missed the sorting. When she arrived at Hogwarts later that evening she would join her fellow Gryffindors in the common room, telling them she'd had a family emergency to deal with, and that the Headmaster had granted her permission to come a bit late. No one knew of her role in the fight against the Dark Lord except for her parents and Dumbledore. Her parents were purebloods,but they did not believe in the supremecy of their blood. Reih was always taught that everyone was equal in the world, and that good would triumph over evil. And that is what she fought for.
Reih whirled around, her wand out immidiately, as she became aware of a presense standing in the doorway of the sitting room. "Who's there?"
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Post by Dominus Tenebrarum Sum on Jul 29, 2007 23:57:30 GMT -5
The Dark Lord smiled, coming into the room slowly. "Do not point that wand at me, my dear. I heard some chattering in the hallway outside my quarters, so I came to see what was happening. Alas, I found no one, yet.... once I went past the door of the sitting room, I found something, did I not?"
His scarlet eyes gleamed in the dim lighting of the room as he sat down in one of the chairs, drawing his cloak around himself tighter, his long, almost-white fingers drumming on the arm, waiting for an answer. Voldemort's smoldering gaze met the other's, his eyes peering deep into hers.
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Post by broken2nite on Jul 30, 2007 0:06:12 GMT -5
Reih was momentarily paralyzed by fear. She could not move her arm to lower her wand. She stared as his blood red eyes gazed into her deep green ones. But it only took her a moment to regain her composure. She placed her wand inside her robes.
"My apologies my Lord. I did not realize that it was you. One can never be too careful," she bowed, hoping her face did not reveal her revulsion. Thank Merlin for Occlumency, she thought. "I am Reih Jones of the pureblood Jones Manor in London. I have come here in hopes of joining you and your cause."
Reih no more wanted to be branded like cattle then she wanted to eat a raw cactus, but she would do it in the name of dubty. Someone had to infiltrate the Death Eaters, and she was the only person who had even a ghost of a chance. She knew the Dark Lord would not trust her at first, seeing as she was put in Gryffindor for a reason, but she hoped and prayed to whatever deity was out there looking down on her that he would not refuse and kill her out of sport.
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Post by Dominus Tenebrarum Sum on Jul 30, 2007 0:23:59 GMT -5
Raising a dark eyebrow at the other, assessing her acutely, he lifted her chin up to look deep into her eyes again. "Very well, hold out your arm and make your Oath to me, your now and forever Lord and Master, Voldemort," he said, summoning one of the stray Death Eaters into the room to witness the act of the Vow taking place.
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Post by broken2nite on Jul 30, 2007 0:30:17 GMT -5
Reih did not tremble. She did not show any outward signs of fear as she approached the snake like man, her arm stretched out toward him. She knew this was it and that there was no turning back. She only prayed she would do her dubty well. "I will not disappoint you, my Lord."
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Post by Dominus Tenebrarum Sum on Jul 30, 2007 0:40:52 GMT -5
"Good, and now..." be paused, drawing in a breath, sounding much like a hiss as he whispered, "Morsemordre!" as his thirteen inch, ivory wand touched her inner forearm, seeming to burn the flesh as the Dark Mark was emblazoned upon her pale skin, as it always first looks red after the initial marking.
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Post by broken2nite on Jul 30, 2007 0:48:06 GMT -5
Had Reih been less disiplined, she may have cried out in pain. It felt as if the Dark Lord had stuck her with a red hot iron. She almost thought she could smell her flesh burn. She would cry later as she lay in her bed in the Gryffindor common room, weeping for her lost childhood. She would have this mark on her arm forever, depending on if she made it out of this war alive. When it was done, she stepped back from the Dark Lord and bowed. "It shall be an honor to do your bidding, my Lord. I shall serve you well...and in any way you need serving."
Reih's voice dropped, hoping her meaning was clear. She needed to get close to the Dark LOrd himself, and possibly gain his trust. If she was not able to get herself into his inner circle, she would be virtually useless to the Order of the Phoenix.
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Post by Dominus Tenebrarum Sum on Jul 30, 2007 0:53:13 GMT -5
The Dark Lord drew himself up and quietly walked out of the room, dismissing her as well. She would need to report to all of the meetings, if she wanted to be useful, as she had Vowed.
As a skilled Legimens, the Dark Lord found it odd, the way Reih's mind was veiled reminding him of his own Severus Snape. How different the two where in reality! He would have to keep his eyes on this one, or at least Nagini's eyes....
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Post by Draca Malfoy on Jul 30, 2007 1:02:41 GMT -5
Lucius Malfoy entered the room in search of Narcissa. She was not in their room as he had requested her to remain there.
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Post by Veritaserum on Jul 30, 2007 1:18:17 GMT -5
Breathless, Narcissa flitted up the stairs silently, hoping that Lucius had not emerged out of his study yet. He had been in there for whole nights just lately, and she have been lucky.
Her heart sank as she caught sight of light flickering at the end of the corridor and their bedroom door left ajar. Biting her lower lip, she steeled herself to enter their room.
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