Darker Than Shadows (Prompt 24)
Title: Darker Than Shadows
Author: carpe_slytherin
Characters/Pairings: Bellatrix Lestrange
Rating/Warnings: G. Implied violence.
Word Count: 425
Disclaimer: J. K. Rowling’s, not mine.
Summary: Bella watches the Longbottom house, waiting for the moment to strike.
She was darker than the shadows in which she hid, wrapped head to toe in a cloak which was more than black. Its magical fabric nullified the light. The hood covered her gleaming blue-black hair and bright eyes as she sidled closer to the house, only stopping when she felt the static on her skin that warned of the nearness of their wards.
Peering in the window, Bellatrix could no more stop the sneer of disdain that curled her upper lip than she could prevent the rain she smelled on the breeze from falling. They were all so arrogant now, the warriors of the "light." Her Lord was gone, but not dead and not forgotten by his faithful, but the fools had stopped protecting themselves. They assumed that the Death Eaters would fall without the Dark Lord and that they were safe.
Idiots.
No one who had defied Him would ever be free. Bella would see to that on her own if she must. The Potters were gone now. Deaddeaddead as her stupid cousin Regulus and the stinking Muggles who rotted in the wake of the rat-man's fear.
Tonight, it would be these Muggle-lovers. The Auror and his wife, and maybe their chubby little baby if she was feeling particularly hungry for the game. First they would give her all the information she needed to restore her Master to his glory, and then they would die in the slowest and most painful way possible.
Bellatrix looked away from the window for a moment, peering up at the twilight which was settling over the countryside. Soon. Oh yes. The anticipation was building, making her blood flood her body in a growing tide. She snickered to herself silently and flicked her wrist again and again in the slashing motion of the Cruciatus curse. Practice would make her perfect, after all, and she so adored when the Dark Lord praised her prowess with the Unforgiveable curses. She would put the memories of this night into a Pensieve for her Master so that he could enjoy her work again and again.
With a vicious smile and glinting eyes, Bella returned her attention to the oblivious couple within their cosy home. If she never saw two blood traitors necking like teenagers again, it would be too soon.
But now night was falling and the time had come. After tonight they would never disgust her again.
Bellatrix sent the signal to her husband and Rabastan, and pretty, pretty Barty. Four shadows moved swiftly and silently, eager to do their Lord's work.
Author: carpe_slytherin
Characters/Pairings: Bellatrix Lestrange
Rating/Warnings: G. Implied violence.
Word Count: 425
Disclaimer: J. K. Rowling’s, not mine.
Summary: Bella watches the Longbottom house, waiting for the moment to strike.
She was darker than the shadows in which she hid, wrapped head to toe in a cloak which was more than black. Its magical fabric nullified the light. The hood covered her gleaming blue-black hair and bright eyes as she sidled closer to the house, only stopping when she felt the static on her skin that warned of the nearness of their wards.
Peering in the window, Bellatrix could no more stop the sneer of disdain that curled her upper lip than she could prevent the rain she smelled on the breeze from falling. They were all so arrogant now, the warriors of the "light." Her Lord was gone, but not dead and not forgotten by his faithful, but the fools had stopped protecting themselves. They assumed that the Death Eaters would fall without the Dark Lord and that they were safe.
Idiots.
No one who had defied Him would ever be free. Bella would see to that on her own if she must. The Potters were gone now. Deaddeaddead as her stupid cousin Regulus and the stinking Muggles who rotted in the wake of the rat-man's fear.
Tonight, it would be these Muggle-lovers. The Auror and his wife, and maybe their chubby little baby if she was feeling particularly hungry for the game. First they would give her all the information she needed to restore her Master to his glory, and then they would die in the slowest and most painful way possible.
Bellatrix looked away from the window for a moment, peering up at the twilight which was settling over the countryside. Soon. Oh yes. The anticipation was building, making her blood flood her body in a growing tide. She snickered to herself silently and flicked her wrist again and again in the slashing motion of the Cruciatus curse. Practice would make her perfect, after all, and she so adored when the Dark Lord praised her prowess with the Unforgiveable curses. She would put the memories of this night into a Pensieve for her Master so that he could enjoy her work again and again.
With a vicious smile and glinting eyes, Bella returned her attention to the oblivious couple within their cosy home. If she never saw two blood traitors necking like teenagers again, it would be too soon.
But now night was falling and the time had come. After tonight they would never disgust her again.
Bellatrix sent the signal to her husband and Rabastan, and pretty, pretty Barty. Four shadows moved swiftly and silently, eager to do their Lord's work.