BELLATRIX

                          NO.  she  wanted  to  hiss,  wanted  to  throw  in  the  face  of  her  sister.  for  as  much  as  she  LOVED  her,  trust  wasn’t  something  she  had  in  the  other  anymore.  which,  in  &  of  itself  was  HARD,  for  she’d  once  been  one  of  the  only  people  that  she  had  done.  ❝  you  have  no  JURISDICTION  over  the  safety  of  MY  son,  bella,   ❞  &  she  never  would  have,  narcissa  needed  to  do  what  she  i  thought  to  be  RIGHT,  &  this,  visiting  severus,  she  knew  it  was  her  best  option.  ❝   honour  ?  it’s  a  SUICIDE  MISSION,  you  know,  i  know  it,  he  knows  it  &  i  will  not  send  my  son  to  his  DEATH,❞  the  malfoy  matriarch’s  tones  were  STEELY,  determination  twined  through  them  as  she  spoke.  ❝  but  that’s  not  something  you’ll  EVER  be  able  to  understand,  is  it  ? ❞  

          Did he want her help? No. Did he have much of a choice? Probably not. Draco knew that it was wise to tread carefully with his aunt. He had no clue exactly what it was that was ever going through her mind, he didn’t think he wanted to know, honestly. One thing he knew was that she was excited about this. All of that was all too clear, and he knew that her loyalty to The Dark Lord was far stronger than the rest of his family’s. 

          He felt her hand travel down his arm, fingers then wrapping around his wrist as she told him to come. Another uneasy feeling in his stomach, not knowing exactly what she was planning for his preparation for this, but knowing that it wasn’t something he wanted to be doing already. Feeling her tug at his wrist, he turned, eyes avoiding her for now, and he straightened out his features as best he could. He knew better than to fight against her, or maybe he was just scared of her, but either way, he just gave a nod of his head, not having much at all to say to her right now, so he held his tongue. 

          she realizes something.  it was probably best to first teach occlumency on him.  a most useful defense when encountering other witches and wizards.  she diverts her current path from the garden towards the study, a large room where they should find peace.  no one would disturb them there surely.  fingers grasp the handle, pushing open the door and pulling him inside.  wand is waved and a chair is brought forth, which she pushes him into.

                         ❝   it’s  been  a  LONG  TIME  since  i’ve  had  to  explain  myself  to  you,  bella,   ❞  &&  for  the  situation  that  the  malfoy  matriarch  came  to  find  herself  in,  words  were  CALM,  cold,  given  the  fact  that  the  woman  standing  'cross  from  was,  indeed,  her  eldest  sister.  but  she  wouldn’t  have  her  telling  her  what  to  do,  who  she  could  see  &&  what  was  best  for  her  SON.  for  he  was  the  only  one  that  mattered  now,  the  only  one  that  she  NEEDED  to  ensure  was  kept  safe.  ❝  &&  i’ve  no  plans  on  starting  again  NOW,  ❞  she  warned,  piercing  gaze  settled  firmly  'pon  that  of  the  raven  haired  woman  now,  UNWAVERING  in  its  focus.  

          Feeling her breath hit his skin from behind, her arms moving around him to keep him from running —- it made the hair on the back of his neck stand up on end, sent a cold shiver running down his spine. Draco knew his aunt was a bloody nutter and already feeling uneasy at the task he’d been given, she didn’t help. A privilege? His parents proud? Did she not understand that he had joined the ranks of the death eaters and had been given this task as a punishment to his father for his failures? Deep breaths, Draco. He was trying to keep in mind all he’d learned from his parents —- keep on his mask and not let anything show, not in front of her, he didn’t trust her. Sometimes he wondered how she was his mother’s sister. But he couldn’t stop the way his upper lip curled and his discomfort was blatantly clear on his face. 

          “ Yes… An honor. ”  Draco echoed her words, his own voice quiet and then he swallowed. He knew better than to voice his true feelings around Bellatrix. 

          chin continues to rest  on his shoulder, excitement coursing through her veins at the prospect of this task.  finally, once and for all getting rid of the one wizard who stood in the dark lord’s way.  and what an honor to be able to help this task carry out.  just imagining potter’s face when yet another favorite of his passes on.  she still revels in the memory of his distress when she killed her dear cousin sirius.

          find the boy.  that was their goal, and bella would do everything in her power to bring him to the dark lord.  the praise she’d receive...  she craved it.  and what better way to get that information than by torturing it out of those closest to him ?  though her goal had been the redheaded spawn of the blood-traitors, it seemed he had already gone.  so she had to do a bit more detective work than she’d originally planned.