Bellatrix

Untitled Part 12

My midnight-black robes hung over me as I walked fearfully up to the handsome man. His eyes glinted almost red and his dark hair was swooped up in a rather good-looking style. I wasn't attracted to him, however- I'm not attracted to people who have killed over thirty others.

Yes. The man in front of me was Voldemort.

Sirius, as expected, had not showed.

Rodolphus, Rabastan, Lucius, and Marvel were all there.

Luckily, I would not be first. That 'honor' would go to Marvel.

His eyes were wide and his hands shook as he walked up to his uncle.

"My Lord." he said, and knelt.

I clenched my fists. He didn't deserve this. No matter how much of a dick he had been to me, he was a good person. He had been roped into this just as I had. The only people who I thought were enjoying it were Rodolphus and Lucius, both of whom I hated.

Rabastan gave me a nod, his eyes wide and frightened. I nodded back. We were both scared out of our wits.

"Miss Black. Come foreword, please." Voldemort said.

"Yes, my Lord." I said, my voice scratchy. I knelt.

"Your arm, Miss Black." His cold voice echoed through the courtyard.

I stuck out my arm, and pulled my sleeve back.

He touched his wand to my skin, and I suppressed a scream.

I had endured the cruciatus curse before- that was normal punishment, in our family.

This was a hundred times worse, as if he was burning pure evil into my skin.

The pain stopped suddenly.

"Congratulations, Miss Black. You are now a Death Eater." he smirked at me, coldly, and waved his wand carelessly.

I stepped to the side.

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The night air was cold and goosebumps were raised on my arms. We had been left outside, forgotten, as the adults went in to a serious meeting- we were not full members quite yet.

Rabastan, Rodolphus, Lucius, Marvel, and I, were sitting around a small fire I had lit. (With my wand, obviously.) Rodolphus and Lucius were holding their chins up high, looking down their noses at Marvel, Rabastan, and I, who were leaning over the fire. My dark mark still ached terribly. Marvel was clutching his arm also.

I attempted to start a Death-Eater worthy conversation. "So, Malfoy, I thought your family was not a favorite of the Dark Lord's anymore."

His haughty look disappeared in a flash of anger, and he replied stiffly, "The Dark Lord has chosen me worthy of this honor, and you had better accept that fact, Black."

"Now, is that any way to speak to your fellow Death Eater?" I ask in a condescending tone. Malfoy and Lestrange and their stupid little gang of "death eaters" had now gotten their ultimate wish.

Though, perhaps he was not as happy about it as he imagined- he was trembling to his toes, and it was not because of the chill.

Marvel rolled his eyes. "Really, if you two would stop asking like four year olds." He glared at us. "We are Death Eaters now, not just school children."

"And yet," said my father, and with a jump, I realized he was right behind me, "And yet, that is exactly as we wish you to be. You shall be our little... spies. You, Lucius, you shall spy on the Potter boy and his friends, with the aid of your friends Rodolphus and Rabastan," here he sneered, "Just in case you bungle the job. Riddle, you and my daughter shall keep tabs on Dumbledore. Report anything... out of the ordinary." he gave me a significant look, as if, Don't mess this up!, and strolled back into the Malfoy Manor which we were using. A peacock strutted by.

I snorted. "Lucius. Peacocks. You always did think so highly of yourself..."

Marvel laughed.

"You too, Riddle." I glared, and he glared back.

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That night, there was a rapping on my window. I stood up silently and softly whispered, "Who's there?"

Dark hair poked through the window.

"James?" I asked uncertainly.

"No." a voice I recognized replied. "It's me, Marvel."

My voice turned haughty. "What are you doing here?" I asked, raising an eyebrow.

"Cool it, Black. I just wanted to... uh, thank you, for watching out for me. Even though I had already made up my mind before I got your letter, it was a nice... gesture. I mean, minus the swears and stuff." He turned red.

I tried to say a witty reply, but my throat failed me. I'm pretty sure I said something like, "Uhhh..."

I recollected myself. "I mean, you could have told me that when we got back to Hogwarts." I raised an eyebrow.

He looked like he was steeling himself to hold the weight of the sky. "Well..." he replied. "I couldn't have done this at Hogwarts." he said, and pulled me into a kiss.

For a millisecond, I melted, I couldn't stop. Then I pulled away.

"What are you doing?" I demanded.

He just stared at me, blankly.

"I don't- I can't-" I put my head in my hands. "This can't be happening." I shook my head.

Marvel looked helpless. "You didn't like it?" He asked nervously.

What a stupid question. I liked Prongs, I didn't like Marvel...

Yet...

I stared at him. Was it possible...

"I think I'll just..." Marvel tugged nervously at his shirt collar and then headed back to the window awkwardly.

I helplessly watched him climb back down, all the while wondering.

Did I like James?

Or Marvel?

A/N

Sorry, short chapter

Rose(: