Bellatrix's daughter in love with Neville Longbottom.

Chapter 13-Voldemort

~Nevilles POV~
I continued to glance around self consciously "Thorne?" I whispered "Mistress" she corrected firmly "Everyone is staring" I mumbled and she followed my gaze around the room where all the Purebloods were shooting unimpressed, disgusted and shocked looks in our direction. "Well it is a little unorthodox for such a highly esteemed pureblood to dance with the likes of you sweets" she said and spun me around, she was clearly leading this dance. I glared to her darkly "then why are you? Wouldn't want to dirty your hands would you?" I shot back harshly and quietly.
She smirked in response and winked softly and let herself fall back into a low dip, I caught her quickly, and arm going around her waist and one under her neck to keep her up. She chuckled softly and stood back up "stronger than you look pet" she purred and I grumbled to myself as she smirked innocently and kissed my cheek. Greyback barked out a laugh "Teenagers!" He announced with a smirk and a few pureblood's laughed however the most still were looking disgusted with Thorne. She simply smirked wickedly "I thought you wanted a good reputation?" I muttered to her.
"Not by kissing up to these purebloods, they are all show, they aren't true followers of the dark lord, I don't see any of them aside Greyback with actual blood on his hands for the dark lord" she announced firmly to me and I shook my head "Thorne-" "Mistress" she hissed cutting in and grabbed my tie, leading me forwards to the edge of the party. I choked and coughed as I was forced to follow and gasped as she let me go. I tugged the tie loose again and glared. She smirked at me innocently again and leant against the wall, with the lights from the chandelier and the Auror of the party she looked quite out of place but perfectly fit all at the same time. Her raven hair fell over her shoulders in a mass of curls, her hair was a mane that was as untameable as her personality, that is why she did not belong, I could never imagine her conforming or bowing to anyone...that was until a hush fell over the entire party and a few excited whispered breathed by my ear; "he is here!".

Voldemort himself had appeared with a ghostly grace on the raised platform that sat at the head of the party, overlooking the entire ballroom. His red snakelike eyes examined the ballroom and a slow amused smirk fell upon his lips. He sat down on a black throne made of black stone snakes, they looked out at me as if they were ready to strike me down. "Ladies and Gentleman" Voldemort's cold voice drawled, echoing throughout the ballroom.
"I would like to draw your attention to the young wizards and witches in this room, they are the next generation of pureblood supremacy, they are who will enforce my rule when you are old and have done your part" he said this with a slight doubtful smirk that crossed his features for only a smirk. "It is therefore an honour for the new generation to receive the dark mark and forever pledge their loyalty to the enforcement of our rightful place on top" he announced smoothly, everyone in the room hung on his every word, which seemed to hang in the air like a cool breeze. I glanced to Thorne who was gazing up at Voldemort with an undying interest and fiery purpose. I could tell she was ready to die for the man--wizard, above her.
"An honour-" Voldemort continued "that is not easily given" he smirked and his gaze flicked to Thorne and my heart stopped as his blood coloured eyes burned in my direction. "Thorne Lestrange, join me" he said; his hand, slender and pale with a deathly sickness to it, outstretched towards her. Thorne walked up without hesitation and stopped in front of him, she bowed her head "my lord" she said confidently but respectfully "I am ready to pledge my loyalty to you, I will do anything for our cause" she said.
I glanced at Bellatrix who was smirking proudly to the side.
Voldemort chuckled darkly and stood so he was higher than Thorne "Thorne my dear, you are as vicious as your mother" he complimented, Bellatrix's smirk grew, "I understand you have purchased the Mudblood I asked?" He said and I froze in my spot as I stated up at the pair...I am going to die...she is going to kill me. I thought in fear.
"Yes my lord" Thorne said with a nod "Where is the mudblood?" Voldemort called and suddenly I felt two rough pairs of hands grab my arms and drag me to the platform. I was thrown hard to the ground, the breath left my body and a sickening drowning feeling washed over me. "This, is Neville Longbotton" Voldemort announced with a sick laugh and the others joined in, laughing cruelly, Thorne smirked darkly, but didn't look down at me. "He is not going to enjoy this" Voldemort smirked lowly so only Thorne and I could here, Thorne swallowed and I winced looking up at her; no remorse or mercy were evident in her eyes. I was going to die.

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