#rodolphus-lestrangex

1.) Delphini could always count on Uncle Rod to slip treats into her bag before she left for Hogwarts. For her first few years he would stick with package of sweets, or perhaps a new book. As she got older he quickly substituted that for a small bottle of Firewhiskey. She'd find his little gifts in all sorts of places when she unpacked - he never missed. Whether it was a quick weekend home or a holiday break, he was always sure to sneak in something extra for her.

2.) She only ever called him 'dad' once. Bellatrix was so quick to correct her that she had hardly had the chance to fully pronounce the word. Although she was young, Delphi can still remember being very confused. She learned to call him Roddy that same day, the Uncle bit came later, she'll never forget the look on his face though.

3.) Delphini was eight years old the first time she heard Death Eaters talking poorly about her Uncle Roddy. She was hiding along the grand staircase, watching the Death Eaters funnel in for an inner circle meeting, two of them would not shut up about his "situation." She had never thought twice about their strange little family before, but was now suddenly overcome with guilt. She didn't speak to him for several days after, going out of her way to avoid him. When he finally managed to corner her she broke down and asked if he hated her. He held her for a long while and assured her that - "No, no he could never."

4.) When Delphini first went to Hogwarts, she was having a very difficult time making friends in classes and in Slytherin. She was far too ashamed to talk to her parents about it, Uncle Rod was actually the first person she went to for advice. He spent a long time hearing her out and sympathizing with some of her issues, and even went as far as role playing some interactions she could try. He was the first to tell her that her parents also had a very challenging time making friends at Hogwarts. Delphini felt less like a failure after that.

Voldemort paused, leaving behind a lingering silence after Rodolphus’s words, just long enough for him to squirm. 

“Watch where you’re go- oh.” It was a child with bright pink hair staring up at him with big eyes, seemingly a little intimidated. “Where are your parents?” Rodolphus asked, leaning down to the girl. “You shouldn’t be wandering around alone, so close to Knockturn Alley.” He somehow felt like he knew the girl, there was something very familiar about her.

“Nymphadora? Nymphadora!” He recognised the voice, so similar to his wife’s, before he saw who it belonged to. “Andromeda,” he greeted the woman coldly, straightening up again.

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She had looked away for all of a few moments, her attention captured by the beautiful dresses in Madam Malkins. She would once have worn such finery on an everyday basis, as though it were the simplest of clothing. Those days were far behind her though, with an overly precocious daughter and limited funds with which to run their home. Andromeda remembered clearly what it was like to wear such beautiful clothes, to have everyone looking at her in admiration and some with a touch of apprehension, as though she were someone of worth and note. Nowadays, nobody looked at her like that. All they saw was just another face in the crowd, albeit with a girl with the brightest colour hair known to wizard kind. It was at the thought of Nymphadora that Andromeda tore her gaze away from the shop window, looking down to her side to where her daughter should be but was not. 

A cold panic swept through her at the sight of the empty space that had once held her child. Had Nymphadora been taken? Had she run off? Either was a possibility and they both filled her with dread. These were dark times, dangerous times and Nymphadora was a target because of Andromeda, because of her choices in life that had painted a target on her family’s back; her true family. 

“Bella, please, don’t.” The words were a whisper as Andromeda walked quickly down the main part of Diagon Alley, her steps sharp against the cobbled stones. She picked up the pace and then started running, calling out her daughter’s name. Andromeda was frightened, terrified that her sister was responsible for Nymphadora’s disappearance and that her baby girl was going to pay the price for Andromeda’s desertion. 

The crowd parted for her and it was at that moment that Andromeda saw her daughter, relief sweeping through her as she closed the distance between them. She was all for thanking the man who was talking to her until he straightened up and she saw his face fully. Rodolphus. Dangerous. 

“Nymphadora, come here this instant.” Andromeda ordered, reaching out and grabbing hold of her daughter by the wrist, pulling her away from Rodolphus. She tucked her daughter behind her, moving her body in such a way that she was a shield between her brother in law and her only child; the light of her world. 

( @rodolphus-lestrangex​ wrote: “You’re dripping blood on the carpet” (said with a raised eyebrow because that carpet is expensive) )

If it bothered him that he was dripping blood on someone else’s carpet he didn’t show it. He only glanced down to confirm that yes, there was a few drops of blood on the carpet where he stood, his shirt sleeves rolled up to his elbows and both hands smeared with blood, along with the knife he held in his hand, the rest of him was splatter and smear-free apart from a part of his cheek and the corner of his mouth. Like he’d wiped himself off with the back of his hand or something.

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Lucius knew he was losing a lot of blood, he could feel it.Slowly, his life was slipping from him. He was delirious and tired, his handsreaching for whatever he could grip onto. That whatever, happened to Rodolphus,his mission partner finding him. It was just his luck that his near fatal woundhappened when he was partnered by one of the Death Eaters who hated him themost, certain that the man knew of his affair with his wife.

Still, he clung onto him, looking up at him.  “Lestrange,” he murmured, “Lestrange, yougotta take care of Cissy. She’s pregnant. This time, he’ll make it.” That hewas certain of. Merlin, the child had to if he was dying, he couldn’t justleave Narcissa like that. Still, he rambled on as though he wasn’t going tomake it through this wound, harbouring little faith Rodolphus’ healing skills.

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“I’m not easily distracted,” Lyra said in protest but she went quiet, her fingers hovering over the scar. 

There was a strange feeling in her chest, one that was beginning to shatter her world view. The scar on his arm was evidence that her father did truly care about her mother, that perhaps she wasn’t conceived out of necessity but out of love. Lyra never really believed that they loved one another, neither being one for public displays of affection. They had seemed to always fight or be out on missions when she was younger.

He pressed his lips into a tight line as he listened but was suddenly very distracted by the hard body pressed against his and the breath he could feel on his face. Whoever had passed by was gone and he surprised himself when he realized that he hadn’t pushed him away yet. Perhaps he should, this was highly inappropriate and not fitting behavior at all for a mission. His heartbeat picked up when he noticed that Rodolphus seemed to be in no hurry of stepping away either. Was this some kind of a joke to him? A trick to see what he would do? He could always show him exactly what he wanted to do and perhaps he would lay off his mocking once and for all.

He angled his face a bit closer, shared breath and soon just a small brush of lips against the other, giving him time to realize what was about to happen if he didn’t move away. Why not, really? Hadn't they been dancing around it for long enough over the years? He wanted it to end, mission be damned, he wanted Rodolphus to either give in or keep away, not the in-between that they had. There was already excitement and adrenalin running through the air and their bodies because of what was happening around them, why not give in to that at least? It started as a brush of lips but as he didn’t move away at first he let it become a real, warm and soft kiss. His kisses were always warm, always soft even if the rest of him may not reflect it, even when he led it on, letting more feeling slip through and it became passionate with a hand squeezing the back of his neck. If the Aurors passed by again, if they saw them they probably wouldn’t even notice them like this, nobody would look twice at a couple kissing or making out.