Rouge - H.P fanfiction

Getting the last laugh is very satisfying

I didn't get much sleep that night, as my forearm had started to burn painfully. At three in the morning, it still hadn't stopped so I got up and shook Bella awake.

"What are you doing Kumar?" She hissed, obviously awake.

"He's calling us, can't you tell?" I whispered.

"I guess...but now? Why so early?!" She groaned.

"We need to get changed, get the boys and find a place to apparate in Hogsmeade." I told her, running to the bathroom to magically do my hair and makeup.

"Ugh, fine," she grumbled, though I could tell she was excited to see other deatheaters.

We both quickly got changed into black dress robes and slipped out of the room. I ran up the stairs to the boy's room.

I flung open the door to see Lucius and Regulas tugging on shirts, luckily I have the inability to blush as my skin is too dark but if I could I would.

"Good, you guys are getting changed," I said, making them realise I was there, "I came up here to tell you to hurry up."

"Right," Regulas said, obviously grumpy over lack of sleep.

I felt a thin hand touch my back, making me spin round with my wand in hand. I let out a sigh of relief as I saw it was only Sev, who looked positively terrified of me at that moment.

"Oh...sorry Severus, I didn't know it was you," I apologised, lowering my wand but keeping it in hand.

"Are we walking? So we can apparate in Hogsmead?" Bella whispered, trying to be quiet, as she walked down towards us.

"I guess so, let's go now." Lucius told us, stepping out of the room along with Reg.

We walked silently through the empty Slytherin corridor, which was still slightly messy from the seventh year party that was held the evening before. Bellatrix kicked some glass aside with the knowledge that the house elves would clear it after, pitiful things.

Regulas hair was flashing luminous blues and deep greens; he has the inability to hide his emotions unlike us due to his hair. I almost feel sorry for him.

Tiptoeing through the school at night was harder then I expected, as Filch was extremely difficult to avoid. His cat seemed like it was everywhere! We ran the last kilometre to Hogsmead, itching our forearms furiously as they burned painfully. As soon as The Three Broomsticks came into view, we apparated in a group of black smoke.

A large, black manor appeared infront of me. It seemed to be the same design as Lucius' family house, all very grand. Although it was the same maddening colour as the engulfing night sky around us, the manor protruded from the abyss, warning us not to venture inside.
But we had no choice.

Regulas knocked three times on the large front door, which swung upon abruptly, banging against the wall beside it making us all jump. We stepped into the house, but didn't have time to view the dark interior as a cold, hissing voice rang out into the darkness.

"Sit."

The voice came from a pale, thin, middle-aged man who was sitting in a black chair like it was a throne at the head of a long, black table. We obediently took the seats nearest to us, observing the other deatheaters. Everyone was very young...it seemed that thirty-five was the oldest age in here. There were a few seventh year Slytherins, but they were the only other students. The group was of very few - 25 people at the most - and I felt honoured to have been picked for this.

"Greetings, I am certain that we have everyone here. I would like to explain our first mission, this mission will go to the youngest here as they have the easiest access to the things we need." He turned his narrow face towards me and my friends, making my eyes widen.

"It will be our honour, my Lord," I surprised myself as I said this.

Luckily, a smile spread across his thin lips. His black eyes flashed with power. The dark lord opened his mouth to explain our first mission. I'm not afraid, I'm proud.

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Me and my friends were sitting by the tree during lunch the next day, quietly discussing how we were to perform the task we were set. The task seemed almost impossible: we had to find Rowena Ravenclaw's lost diadem. Note that I said lost...meaning can't be found. We needed to impress the dark lord with this task, but it seemed impossible!

"We need to go to the library, then maybe research to see if there are any secret rooms and others like that in Hogwarts," Severus said lowly.

"Of course, but apar-"

"Brother! How delightful to see you!"

"What do you want Sirius?" Regulas groaned, turning round.

"Well you see, me and my friends here discovered a few new spells - we need someone to experiment on..."

"Fuck off, we're not your hamsters," I snapped at them.

He turned on me and....laughed.

"Your worth less than a hamster Kumar, all people like you are."

My expression turned to stone, lifting my wand I went to hex them but Potter was quicker. He flicked his wand in my direction, and immediately my gums and teeth started aching. Sharp pains shot through my mouth as I let out a small shriek and covered my mouth.

Cries of outrage came from my friends as they warded off the marauders with dark spells and curses.

Finally, I felt it. My teeth were growing so they were poking through my cheeks and out of my mouth, nearly piercing them. Tears sprung to my eyes at the immense pain I felt. My friends rushed to my side, and Severus lifted his wand in front of me.

"Hold still," He said calmly, "I'll fix this."

He muttered a spell under his breath, and the pain suddenly stopped as I felt a weird sensation of my teeth shrinking.

I rubbed my mouth and bared my teeth at Reg who jumped back in fear.

"What did you do to her?" He yelled in fright.

"I made her appear more intimidating," Severus answered simply.

"What? What is it?" I asked.

Bella pulled a small mirror out of her pocket and shoved it in my face. I saw my teeth, and realised that my canines were sharper and more curved...they looked like vampire teeth! I ran my tongue over them and relished at the feeling of sharp teeth. That's the awesome thing about us, we make the most of every situation. I'm definitely gonna have fun with these.