Chapter 5 of 'Unwilling'/Intro to Lyra
EDIT: Jan 18, 2010
Okay here is Chapter Five of Unwilling. This chapter is the introduction to Lyra Merope Malfoy. Please R&R
Title: Unwilling/Death Eater Hideout
Author: JohnnyPickAlot
Rating: PG-13
Genre: Romance, Horror/Dark, Action/Adventure
Disclaimer: Not mine
Summary: The Golden Trio find a way to defeat Voldemort but the only way to fulfill that mission is to seek the help of Draco Malfoy and a very powerful deatheater, whom happens to be a Malfoy's lost aunt. [Not Bellatrix] Will she help them end Voldemort once and for all?...or will she drag her nephew, Draco, and Hermione back to the darkside. Dramione. WIP. Rated Mature for later chapters. Genre 'Horror/Dark' for later chapters...
If you missed the last 4 chapters, here they are:
Ch. 4: Interrogation and Bathroom Blues
Ch. 3: Tea & Cake
Ch. 2: Fallen Angel
Ch. 1: The Beginning
Chapter 5: Death Eater Hideout
Bellatrix Lestrange’s stiletto heels clicked loudly against the black marble tile as she strutted down the long, dark corridor. She gave a short sigh and flicked a curl out of her face as she turned right down an even narrower hallway. She shortened her stride a bit and wrapped her fingers around her wand as she came closer to a hall full of doors leading to Death Eater quarters. Slowly, she made her way to the last door at the end of the hallway. Secluded from the others.
The door to the room was closed but she could faintly hear the sound of classical music and hushed whispers from where she stood. Bellatrix flicked her wand ever so slightly and the door swung open, very quietly. She stepped inside and checked her surroundings. The room had more space than any of the other Death Eater rooms and the décor was more appealing as well. The ceiling was high and adorned with an elegant, diamond chandelier that hung down far enough that you could touch it if you jumped off a box. The walls were a dark green color and the windows sported black veil like curtains which were pulled back so you could see the night sky. The furnishings were gorgeous and high class. The owner obviously took pride in all of their belongings.
But as Bellatrix inspected everything in the room, she could not find the whole reason that she came all the way down to the back corridors of the hide out.
Where is she? Bellatrix thought as she walked deeper into the room. She took cautious steps as she made her way to the living area of the room. Bellatrix looked around again and didn’t see anything.
Then the music stopped…Bellatrix stilled. She hadn’t even noticed that a few moments ago, the whispers had stopped as well. She swallowed fearfully. Bellatrix didn’t like coming back here. It always gave her the creeps. I always feel like…
“…you were being watched?” A low voice came from behind her and Bellatrix shrieked. She whirled around to see a beautiful woman, dressed in a tight black dress which flowed down to her knees. The neckline of the dress bulged down to reveal cleavage but not that much. She, too, wore heels but they were not as suggestive as Bellatrix’s. Her dirty blonde hair was naturally highlighted with streaks of dark brown and it fell elegantly, framing her face. Her skin was fair yet marked with scars across her cheekbones; showing her experiences in the war. Her eyes were the most wicked green you could imagine.
Her lips wore an infamous smirk as she stepped toward Bellatrix, strutting slightly for intimidation. “Bellatrix, my dear, please do practice closing your mind. Honestly. Never know when someone might be peaking.“ She said with a slight smirk. “Furthermore, why did you not knock before entering my personal quarters?” She asked pleasantly enough, but the way the green in her eyes changed told Bellatrix that she was not playing friendly.
Bellatrix had a great urge to step away from her, but forced herself to stand her ground. She nodded curtly to the woman before speaking, “Lyra. The Dark Lord wishes for you to join us in the dining area for supper.”
Lyra Merope Malfoy sneered. “Yes, I know of the Dark Lord’s wish, thank you very much.”
Bellatrix lips curled into a sneer as well, “Then why did you not attend?”
Lyra stepped forward even closer, making Bellatrix even more uncomfortable but she didn’t not budge.
“I do not have to bow to his every wish and command like a servant or some lowly whore,” She said pleasantly yet again, but her storm in her eyes grew turbulent.
“You serve him. We all do, Lyra,” Bellatrix said, sharply, getting angry at the way this woman disrespected her master.
“There are many ways of serving another, Bellatrix. I will not choose the way of groveling at his feet, like you do,” She said, the pleasant tone gone and her voice firm.
Bellatrix fought the urge to flinch at the tone of her voice but failed. She backed off a step but kept her scowl. “You dare…,” She said to the woman before her.
“Dare to do what? Press your buttons and override your clockwork? Of course, my dear.”
Bellatrix glared at her and began to back away and walk out of the room but Lyra called her back. Bellatrix stopped and turned to her slowly, a scowl still planted on her features.
“Any news of Draco?” She asked, stepping towards her again.
Bellatrix scoffed, “Why the bloody hell would I give a shit about that whelp? He didn’t succeed in his task and he turned away from us. I’d rather see him burn than--”
Lyra’s eyes hardened and her hand flew to Bellatrix’s neck, squeezing a good measure till she choked for air.
“You will not talk like that about our nephew, Bellatrix,” She said, dangerously low before releasing her and taking a step back as Bellatrix wheezed when oxygen came rushing down to her lungs. After a moment, she regained her strength and stood.
Lyra looked down at her, “Now, let me ask you again. Is there any news of Draco?” She asked softly, as if trying to be comforting from what she had just done to her but Bellatrix knew much better.
Bellatrix swallowed and tenderly touched her neck where Lyra’s hand had just been, “Yes,” She said sneering, “he has been released from Azkaban.”
Her eyes grew wider at the hearing the news, “Released from Azkaban? How? When?” She asked.
Bellatrix kept massaging her neck, “Yesterday.”
Lyra’s brow furrowed in the middle as she feared the answer to this question, “By whom, Bellatrix.”
Bellatrix stopped her actions and looked up at her with a smirk, “That is why The Dark Lord wanted you to attend supper.”
Lyra looked at her with a sneer and then pushed past her and out of the door, leaving Bellatrix a little puzzled.
Shortly afterward, Bellatrix caught up with her, a small sneer on her face before pushing past her to go into the dining area first. Lyra smirked slightly and lifted her foot ever so slightly so that Bellatrix tripped and faltered in her step. Many of the Death Eater’s saw her misstep and chuckled. Some snorted, others just plain out guffawed. But most kept there original demeanor.
At the head of the table, dark, red, snake-like eyes stared at Lyra. Then the owner of the eyes spoke.
“Enough,” He said quietly but he was heard around the whole room. “Lyra…,” He said in a hiss, waving his right arm and hand beside him to indicate the empty seat to the right of him.
She smirked and strode to her seat. Lyra waited patiently as a house elf pulled her chair out for her. She said a curt and quiet ‘thank you‘ before sitting down. The elf grinned up at her and said a happy “My pleasure, mistress.“
“So glad you decided to finally join us,” He said, taking a sip of his wine.
Lyra smirked, “Sorry, my Lord. Narcissa floo’d me and said it was urgent. I could not leave just then.”
Voldemort looked at her, his eyes gleaming in the light, “What was so urgent about the call?”
There was no hesitation when she said, “Her curtains were on fire and she couldn’t find her wand. So, she called me and asked me what to do. I told her, ‘stop being stupid and find a bucket of water before the whole manor burns down, you twat.’.”
The Death Eaters at the table laughed and Lyra smirked. Voldemort just kept looking dead at her, “And then?”
“Well, she started to get angry but then she had an epiphany. “Hey, maybe I should get a bucket of water before the whole manor burns down!”
The laughter grew and Voldemort cracked a smirk. He took another sip of his wine before returning his gaze to Lyra.
“I trust that the Manor is still there where it stood.”
She took a sip of her own wine, “Yes, it is. After her epiphany she grabbed a wash bucket which one of the house elves had and dumped it on the curtains. Needless to say, she saved the day.”
The Death Eaters were in a fit of laughs. So bad that some had tears in there eyes. All except for one.
Voldemort looked to the left of him, a few seats down, “Now, now, Lucius? Why so glum.”
Lucius looked up at his Lord respectfully, “I did not find anything humorous about my dear sister’s story, my Lord. I, for one, do not have time for her and my wife‘s nonsense.” With that said, he gave a slight glance to Lyra that was full of sudden malice. She just smirked and shrugged it off. Her younger brother didn’t frighten her.
Voldemort saw the glance that Lucius gave his sister and looked over to Lyra. She didn’t seem bothered by it. When it came down to it, nothing bothered her. That’s why she was his best.
“Silence.” The room became silent in an instant, “We gathered here for a reason.”
He stood up and all eyes were on him.
“As you have heard, Draco Malfoy has been released from Azkaban and is now in the custody of The Order of the Phoenix.”
The Death Eaters began to whisper. Numerous comments could be heard about how it was ‘Malfoy’s own good’ or ‘hopefully they do away with him.’ But others gave hateful comments about The Order. ‘Bloody bastards’ and ‘We’ll get them.”
“Silence!” Voldemort announced loudly. He then turned to Lyra again, “And they are looking for you.”
She quirked an eyebrow, “And why in Merlin’s name would they be looking for me?”
Some of the Death Eaters smirked with her.
Voldemort reached out with a hand and delicately touched the silver chain around her neck. He didn’t pull it up to show what was on the end of it but he could feel the weight beneath his fingertips.
“They want something you have in your keeping.”
Lyra’s face grew hard, not showing anything. Her face a mask, she moved her hand on top of the gem connecting to her necklace and looked up to Voldemort.
Voldemort was smiling as if in pleasure to see her touching the necklace in such a way.
“You know what to do, Lyra.”
She nodded, “Yes, my Lord.” Standing up, still looking Voldemort in the face.
Voldemort nodded back at her, still smiling cruelly. Lyra then turned around and began to walk out the door.
As she began to walk away seven women stepped up from the table in unison and filed in behind her. As there heels clicked against the tile as they walked out in the corridor and apparated, Voldemort smirked.
“They will not know what hit them,” He mused as he stroked Nagini’s head.
I hope you enjoyed this chapter :] Now, the plot thickens LOL
Okay here is Chapter Five of Unwilling. This chapter is the introduction to Lyra Merope Malfoy. Please R&R
Title: Unwilling/Death Eater Hideout
Author: JohnnyPickAlot
Rating: PG-13
Genre: Romance, Horror/Dark, Action/Adventure
Disclaimer: Not mine
Summary: The Golden Trio find a way to defeat Voldemort but the only way to fulfill that mission is to seek the help of Draco Malfoy and a very powerful deatheater, whom happens to be a Malfoy's lost aunt. [Not Bellatrix] Will she help them end Voldemort once and for all?...or will she drag her nephew, Draco, and Hermione back to the darkside. Dramione. WIP. Rated Mature for later chapters. Genre 'Horror/Dark' for later chapters...
If you missed the last 4 chapters, here they are:
Ch. 4: Interrogation and Bathroom Blues
Ch. 3: Tea & Cake
Ch. 2: Fallen Angel
Ch. 1: The Beginning
Chapter 5: Death Eater Hideout
Bellatrix Lestrange’s stiletto heels clicked loudly against the black marble tile as she strutted down the long, dark corridor. She gave a short sigh and flicked a curl out of her face as she turned right down an even narrower hallway. She shortened her stride a bit and wrapped her fingers around her wand as she came closer to a hall full of doors leading to Death Eater quarters. Slowly, she made her way to the last door at the end of the hallway. Secluded from the others.
The door to the room was closed but she could faintly hear the sound of classical music and hushed whispers from where she stood. Bellatrix flicked her wand ever so slightly and the door swung open, very quietly. She stepped inside and checked her surroundings. The room had more space than any of the other Death Eater rooms and the décor was more appealing as well. The ceiling was high and adorned with an elegant, diamond chandelier that hung down far enough that you could touch it if you jumped off a box. The walls were a dark green color and the windows sported black veil like curtains which were pulled back so you could see the night sky. The furnishings were gorgeous and high class. The owner obviously took pride in all of their belongings.
But as Bellatrix inspected everything in the room, she could not find the whole reason that she came all the way down to the back corridors of the hide out.
Where is she? Bellatrix thought as she walked deeper into the room. She took cautious steps as she made her way to the living area of the room. Bellatrix looked around again and didn’t see anything.
Then the music stopped…Bellatrix stilled. She hadn’t even noticed that a few moments ago, the whispers had stopped as well. She swallowed fearfully. Bellatrix didn’t like coming back here. It always gave her the creeps. I always feel like…
“…you were being watched?” A low voice came from behind her and Bellatrix shrieked. She whirled around to see a beautiful woman, dressed in a tight black dress which flowed down to her knees. The neckline of the dress bulged down to reveal cleavage but not that much. She, too, wore heels but they were not as suggestive as Bellatrix’s. Her dirty blonde hair was naturally highlighted with streaks of dark brown and it fell elegantly, framing her face. Her skin was fair yet marked with scars across her cheekbones; showing her experiences in the war. Her eyes were the most wicked green you could imagine.
Her lips wore an infamous smirk as she stepped toward Bellatrix, strutting slightly for intimidation. “Bellatrix, my dear, please do practice closing your mind. Honestly. Never know when someone might be peaking.“ She said with a slight smirk. “Furthermore, why did you not knock before entering my personal quarters?” She asked pleasantly enough, but the way the green in her eyes changed told Bellatrix that she was not playing friendly.
Bellatrix had a great urge to step away from her, but forced herself to stand her ground. She nodded curtly to the woman before speaking, “Lyra. The Dark Lord wishes for you to join us in the dining area for supper.”
Lyra Merope Malfoy sneered. “Yes, I know of the Dark Lord’s wish, thank you very much.”
Bellatrix lips curled into a sneer as well, “Then why did you not attend?”
Lyra stepped forward even closer, making Bellatrix even more uncomfortable but she didn’t not budge.
“I do not have to bow to his every wish and command like a servant or some lowly whore,” She said pleasantly yet again, but her storm in her eyes grew turbulent.
“You serve him. We all do, Lyra,” Bellatrix said, sharply, getting angry at the way this woman disrespected her master.
“There are many ways of serving another, Bellatrix. I will not choose the way of groveling at his feet, like you do,” She said, the pleasant tone gone and her voice firm.
Bellatrix fought the urge to flinch at the tone of her voice but failed. She backed off a step but kept her scowl. “You dare…,” She said to the woman before her.
“Dare to do what? Press your buttons and override your clockwork? Of course, my dear.”
Bellatrix glared at her and began to back away and walk out of the room but Lyra called her back. Bellatrix stopped and turned to her slowly, a scowl still planted on her features.
“Any news of Draco?” She asked, stepping towards her again.
Bellatrix scoffed, “Why the bloody hell would I give a shit about that whelp? He didn’t succeed in his task and he turned away from us. I’d rather see him burn than--”
Lyra’s eyes hardened and her hand flew to Bellatrix’s neck, squeezing a good measure till she choked for air.
“You will not talk like that about our nephew, Bellatrix,” She said, dangerously low before releasing her and taking a step back as Bellatrix wheezed when oxygen came rushing down to her lungs. After a moment, she regained her strength and stood.
Lyra looked down at her, “Now, let me ask you again. Is there any news of Draco?” She asked softly, as if trying to be comforting from what she had just done to her but Bellatrix knew much better.
Bellatrix swallowed and tenderly touched her neck where Lyra’s hand had just been, “Yes,” She said sneering, “he has been released from Azkaban.”
Her eyes grew wider at the hearing the news, “Released from Azkaban? How? When?” She asked.
Bellatrix kept massaging her neck, “Yesterday.”
Lyra’s brow furrowed in the middle as she feared the answer to this question, “By whom, Bellatrix.”
Bellatrix stopped her actions and looked up at her with a smirk, “That is why The Dark Lord wanted you to attend supper.”
Lyra looked at her with a sneer and then pushed past her and out of the door, leaving Bellatrix a little puzzled.
Shortly afterward, Bellatrix caught up with her, a small sneer on her face before pushing past her to go into the dining area first. Lyra smirked slightly and lifted her foot ever so slightly so that Bellatrix tripped and faltered in her step. Many of the Death Eater’s saw her misstep and chuckled. Some snorted, others just plain out guffawed. But most kept there original demeanor.
At the head of the table, dark, red, snake-like eyes stared at Lyra. Then the owner of the eyes spoke.
“Enough,” He said quietly but he was heard around the whole room. “Lyra…,” He said in a hiss, waving his right arm and hand beside him to indicate the empty seat to the right of him.
She smirked and strode to her seat. Lyra waited patiently as a house elf pulled her chair out for her. She said a curt and quiet ‘thank you‘ before sitting down. The elf grinned up at her and said a happy “My pleasure, mistress.“
“So glad you decided to finally join us,” He said, taking a sip of his wine.
Lyra smirked, “Sorry, my Lord. Narcissa floo’d me and said it was urgent. I could not leave just then.”
Voldemort looked at her, his eyes gleaming in the light, “What was so urgent about the call?”
There was no hesitation when she said, “Her curtains were on fire and she couldn’t find her wand. So, she called me and asked me what to do. I told her, ‘stop being stupid and find a bucket of water before the whole manor burns down, you twat.’.”
The Death Eaters at the table laughed and Lyra smirked. Voldemort just kept looking dead at her, “And then?”
“Well, she started to get angry but then she had an epiphany. “Hey, maybe I should get a bucket of water before the whole manor burns down!”
The laughter grew and Voldemort cracked a smirk. He took another sip of his wine before returning his gaze to Lyra.
“I trust that the Manor is still there where it stood.”
She took a sip of her own wine, “Yes, it is. After her epiphany she grabbed a wash bucket which one of the house elves had and dumped it on the curtains. Needless to say, she saved the day.”
The Death Eaters were in a fit of laughs. So bad that some had tears in there eyes. All except for one.
Voldemort looked to the left of him, a few seats down, “Now, now, Lucius? Why so glum.”
Lucius looked up at his Lord respectfully, “I did not find anything humorous about my dear sister’s story, my Lord. I, for one, do not have time for her and my wife‘s nonsense.” With that said, he gave a slight glance to Lyra that was full of sudden malice. She just smirked and shrugged it off. Her younger brother didn’t frighten her.
Voldemort saw the glance that Lucius gave his sister and looked over to Lyra. She didn’t seem bothered by it. When it came down to it, nothing bothered her. That’s why she was his best.
“Silence.” The room became silent in an instant, “We gathered here for a reason.”
He stood up and all eyes were on him.
“As you have heard, Draco Malfoy has been released from Azkaban and is now in the custody of The Order of the Phoenix.”
The Death Eaters began to whisper. Numerous comments could be heard about how it was ‘Malfoy’s own good’ or ‘hopefully they do away with him.’ But others gave hateful comments about The Order. ‘Bloody bastards’ and ‘We’ll get them.”
“Silence!” Voldemort announced loudly. He then turned to Lyra again, “And they are looking for you.”
She quirked an eyebrow, “And why in Merlin’s name would they be looking for me?”
Some of the Death Eaters smirked with her.
Voldemort reached out with a hand and delicately touched the silver chain around her neck. He didn’t pull it up to show what was on the end of it but he could feel the weight beneath his fingertips.
“They want something you have in your keeping.”
Lyra’s face grew hard, not showing anything. Her face a mask, she moved her hand on top of the gem connecting to her necklace and looked up to Voldemort.
Voldemort was smiling as if in pleasure to see her touching the necklace in such a way.
“You know what to do, Lyra.”
She nodded, “Yes, my Lord.” Standing up, still looking Voldemort in the face.
Voldemort nodded back at her, still smiling cruelly. Lyra then turned around and began to walk out the door.
As she began to walk away seven women stepped up from the table in unison and filed in behind her. As there heels clicked against the tile as they walked out in the corridor and apparated, Voldemort smirked.
“They will not know what hit them,” He mused as he stroked Nagini’s head.
I hope you enjoyed this chapter :] Now, the plot thickens LOL