#blestrange

Milady,

Received and understood. There’s a portkey from my garden to yours. I’ll race you to it.

There are lots of little, wolfy things that show that he trusts someone. Sitting down around them, exposing his throat, things like that, all display some level of trust. 

Higher levels of trust will mean that the littles will be allowed around them, unsupervised. He knows they can all look after themselves, but he will still protect them from people he doesn’t know and trust. 

Wh...

I want to fuck all of them.

Okay, I... I’m gonna have to kill ickle Wallikins. 

So between the other two... Well Evan’s already engaged. And as far as I know he’s still got Rose, so... Fuck Evan, marry Bella.

“Pet!” He heard his summons, and ran down the stairs, to where Bellatrix was standing in the doorway, Her teeth bared, wand out.

“Mistress?” He looked out, and his eyes widened as he saw eight Aurors outside, trying to break through the wards.

“They’ve come for me.” She snarled, twirling Her wand, shaking slightly.

They moved back through the house, setting the booby traps as they did, vicious ones that if triggered could well kill everyone. The coats of armour stood to attention, as the first ward was broken, and Bellatrix grabbed his hand, dragging him back to the drawing room, more or less at the centre of the house. She sat down, and he knelt at Her feet, catching his own wand when She summoned it. Her hands stroked through his hair, and he didn’t complain when She tugged some out in her compulsive, jerky administrations.

There were shouts and screams from the rest of the house, as the wards and the traps set in the house kicked in. There would be fire racing down corridors, water filling rooms, one even had flesh-hungry rats…

“Go, pet.”

“Mistress?” He looked up at Her, blinking, confused.

“I said go!” She snarled, standing up, and yanked at his hair, throwing him to the ground. “I no loner have need of you.”

“Mistress, they’re coming-“

“And you will slow me down.” She snarled, Her wand whipping round to point at his throat. “Now get out. You know the escape route. Now go.”

“Mistress, Mistress, please-“ He moved over to Her, on his knees, clutching at Her desperately.

“Don’t call me that. I don’t need you. This is my last stand, and I don’t want some halfbreed marring it.” Her wand was right between his eyes, and he shut them, flinching, and then fell back, hard, as She kicked him in the chest. “Now get out.” She snarled. “I won’t ask again.”

He got up, and scrambled out, looking back at Her, flinching when She growled at him.

He headed for the back exit, and then stopped. No matter if his Mistress had sent him, he would never let Her face this alone. He wouldn’t. She could punish him later if She wanted. If he was still alive.

His wand was still in his hand, and he turned, padding back to the other side of the house, where they were coming from, standing tall in the corridor. They wouldn’t get to Her. There were only three left, and he dropped back into a fighting stance, before waving his wand, summoning the Fiendfyre that felt like it was burning inside him, the pain they had caused him. She sent me away because of you.

He was flanked on all sides, a wolf, a bobcat, a raven, other shapes writhing and curling in the flames, and as one, they charged. The Aurors put up shields, but they all fell back, and were forced to run from the flames, jets of magical water keeping the flaming animals at bay. Spells shot towards him, and he countered them, deflecting one into the heart of its caster, before sending ropes to wrap around the other two.

As they fell, he heard the door slam open behind him. He turned, ready to apologise, and felt a sudden coldness hit him in the chest. His eyes glazed, and he fell, hard, suddenly unable to breathe.

“Fenrir!”

It was the first time She’d said his name in years, and he looked up at Her, uncomprehending, as She fell to Her knees beside him, fury in Her face. “M… Mi… Mistress…” He whispered, and felt Her hands caressing his face, saw Her shaking Her head.

“No. Pet, no. Stay awake, that’s an order, don’t you dare disobey me! Don’t you dare.”

He blinked, and it took effort. It hurt. He hurt so much. “Forgive me… Mistress.” He wheezed, Her hand finding his. “No. No!” She slapped him, hard, the rings she wore biting into his skin, but he didn’t feel it. “Pet, no, Fenrir…”

She ducked Her head, pressing Her lips to his, and he felt the last bit of warmth he ever would, a wet tear falling onto his face.

Milady,

It’s been too long since I last saw you. And I was wondering if you’d go on a hunt with me. And by hunt... I mean just us.

You’re enchanting, alright? No-one’s ever understood me like you do. Our hunt has stuck in my head, and... I want to do it again. Only without the pack.

Y’can always say no, of course. 

But don’t.

Dear Mistress

I am Yours, and forever will be.

I miss You, Mistress. I know the Dark Lord needs me out here, but I wish I could be back in Your arms, Mistress, kneeling at Your feet, as is my place. I miss it, Mistress. 

I hope You are well, Mistress. I hate to think of You alone. I want to bring You Your dinner, and then massage Your feet, help You to relax. It hurts, Mistress, to imagine You in need, and not be able to do anything about it.

I have done as You commanded, Mistress. I have spent an hour in reflection each day, thinking of ways to better serve You, and I have not touched myself since leaving Your side. Pleasure breeds laziness and complacency, and I must always be on my toes, always alert and thinking about You, never taking my place, the place You have bestowed upon me, for granted. 

I love You, Mistress, and will for the rest of my days.

She would be back soon. He added the last finishing touches to the table, shooing away the house elf who scurried out from under his feet. It was perfect - just like the first time they had met, even down to the Muggles’ hair colour, except this time, they were alive, bound in their seats by magic. He’d put Impervious charms on the floor and the table, which was no doubt an antique, Rodolphus was away, and they had all day to play.

He looked around as the door opened, and smiled, moving out to greet her. “My Lady.” He bowed low, taking her hand and kissing it, lips lingering much longer than was entirely innocent, and then straightened. “I’ve prepared something for you.”