#lestrangerrodolphus

Married me off to some prig, and even the Ministry isn't smart enough to help us get rid of her.

Go for it.

Oh, I most definitely am. I might frame that letter. 

No, you haven't, dearest Brother.

Springtime on the Malfoy estate was simply glorious. Neatly sculpted flower beds surrounded the manor house and the smaller building Lucius and Narcissa called home. Dogwood trees blossomed outside their windows as light breezes fluttered their stark white curtains. On sunny days Narcissa often found herself walking up to the manor house and watching the peacocks strut about on the wide lawn. When Narcissa awoke on that morning though there were dark clouds in the sky and wind shook the shutters. Lucius got off to work before the rain started, leaving Narcissa alone in the old, slightly drafty, place. 

March 17th, 12:30 PM

Fixing the portkey for the Bones bitch was possibly the easiest thing Seymour had ever done. She was already scheduled for a portkey that day. He didn’t have to sneak through the paperwork, he had access to it. No one questioned him at all. The portkey had already been made, so Seymour hung around during lunch, went into the room where they were stored, and found the one meant for Bones. He made a copy of it, charmed the copy to take her to the schoolhouse in Sproxton, and destroyed the original.

All he had to do then was wait.

  March 17th, 5:30 PM

Mrs. Bones touched the portkey, preparing herself for the dizzying, yet oddly satisfying experience that was travelling in this particular way. She had done it so often before that at not one moment did she question what was about to happen to her. Her mind had labored tirelessly at work that day, and the brief moment of an intermission with her thinking was welcome. But the smell of the mold, the rotting floorboards, immediately made it known to Mrs. Bones that she had not reached her supposed destination. The fact made even more clear as she saw, out of the corner of her eye, three silver masks, shrouded in black cloaks.

  March 17th, 5:35 PM

“Well, well, well, what do we have here?” said one of the disguised figures. Mrs. Bones was trying hard to figure out who they were by their voice alone, but either they disguised that too, or she simply didn’t know who they were.

“Looks like we finally have a play toy,” stated one of the three, this one in a distinct female voice.

“Yes, and she arrived perfectly on time. I suppose people actually can listen,” replied the last of the bunch, a note of arrogance and pleasure streaming from his words. Periwal had done his part nicely.

  March 17th, 5:37 PM

“Well, you have the wand, don’t you?” Rodolphus turned towards his younger brother, eager to begin their experimenting.

“Of course I do. Getting it was easier than convincing you that you need another drink.” Rabastan’s voice was light, but underneath there was a current of readiness, and anticipation. All of their planning had been leading to this, the moment in which they finally got to use the skills they had so often practiced with.

Bellatrix, however, had grown bored with their talking, and grabbed the borrowed wand from Rabastan and muttered a spell that threw Mrs. Bones into a chair, and strapped her in tight. The wand that Mrs. Bones had been trying to grab for was left on the ground, far from its owner, far from the open hand that so desperately wanted to escape.

  March 17th, 5:40 PM

There had been three minutes of silence before Mrs. Bones finally spoke up.

“What do you want from me?” Her voice did not shake, although she was most certainly terrified. She was also, and most importantly, a Bones, and they did not back down from a fight, and it looked as if this was most certainly that.

“Want from you?” echoed Rabastan, “We only want your compliance.”

“Like hell you do,” replied Mrs. Bones.

Bellatrix sneered, “I cannot wait to break this one.”