Heirs of darkness || Theodore Nott

Dark commands

⚠️TW⚠️
The night had been long, the kind of night that left Aurora and Theo tangled together, exhausted from the intensity of their shared passion. Their limbs were intertwined, the sheets twisted around them as they lay in the dimly lit room of Malfoy Manor. The flickering candlelight had long since died, leaving them in a comfortable darkness. It was the first time in days that they had found peace amidst the chaos that had become their lives.

But peace was a luxury they could ill afford.

A sharp knock on the door roused them from their slumber, and Aurora's heart skipped a beat as she bolted upright, her mind racing. "Theo," she whispered urgently, shaking him awake. "We're late."

Theo groaned, rubbing his eyes as he struggled to pull himself out of the depths of sleep. "How late?"

"An hour," Aurora replied, her voice tinged with panic. Theo's eyes widened in alarm, and he quickly disentangled himself from the sheets. "Shit," he muttered under his breath, scrambling to get dressed. Aurora did the same, pulling on her robes with shaking hands. The Dark Lord did not tolerate tardiness, and being late to one of his meetings could have severe consequences, especially after the recent debacle at Malfoy Manor.

They hurried out of the room, their footsteps echoing down the long corridors of the manor as they made their way to the meeting chamber. Aurora's heart pounded in her chest, dread coiling in her stomach. She knew they were in for it, and she could only hope that they might be able to explain themselves.

When they finally reached the chamber doors, Aurora took a deep breath, trying to steady herself. Theo squeezed her hand briefly before pushing the heavy doors open. The room was dimly lit, with a cold, oppressive atmosphere that only intensified as they stepped inside.

Seated at the head of the long table was the Dark Lord himself, his eyes like cold embers as they flicked to Aurora and Theo. The air seemed to still as everyone turned to look at them Narcissa and Lucius Malfoy, their faces impassive; Draco, who looked more nervous than anything; Theo's father, who shot them a disapproving glare; and Bellatrix Lestrange, whose wild eyes gleamed with twisted amusement.

Aurora's stomach twisted further as she met the Dark Lord's gaze. His lip curled in a sneer, and he spoke with a voice that cut through the air like a blade. "You're late."

"My Lord," Aurora began, stepping forward slightly. "We—"

"Save your excuses," Voldemort interrupted, his tone icy. "What could possibly have been more important than answering my summons?" He leaned back in his chair, his gaze narrowing as his lips twisted into a cruel smirk. "Or were you two simply too busy fucking?"

A shocked silence fell over the room at his words. Aurora felt her face flush with a mixture of embarrassment and anger. "My Lord, we—" she started again, trying to maintain her composure, "We fell asleep."

The Dark Lord's eyes glittered with dark amusement. "Is that so?" he drawled. "Perhaps you should have entertained yourselves in front of everyone, then. That way, you wouldn't have missed your precious sleep."

Aurora's breath caught in her throat, the weight of his suggestion sinking in. She could feel Theo tense beside her, ready to speak up, but she quickly placed a hand on his arm, stopping him. Theo might have wanted to protest, but this wasn't the time to defy Voldemort directly.

A dark chuckle escaped Voldemort's lips as he observed their interaction. "So noble, trying to protect each other. But I asked nicely. If you won't comply willingly, I could easily make you with the Imperius Curse. Do not think for a moment that I wouldn't."

Aurora felt her heart plummet. The Imperius Curse a spell that could strip them of their free will, forcing them to obey any command given. She knew that if it came to that, they would have no choice but to comply with whatever twisted demand Voldemort made. But there was no hope in defying him openly now.