Helena felt ashamed of her reaction to the final challenge. She had shown that certain subjects could get to her and that, therefore, she could possibly be broken.
"Well done." Voldemort's smooth voice rung as she and Draco stepped out of the room.
Helena forced a smile and walked towards him, "My lord, when will the mark be on my arm?"
His long, pale fingers stroked her hair, "Helena, your eagerness is expected but it will still be, at least, a day before that joy can come to you."
Helena's face fell, "I can wait, my lord."
She waited until they were dismissed before she stomped towards her room.
"Wait!" Draco yelled, his voice strained.
"What do you want?" Helena spat at him.
"You seem tense after that, what happened?" Draco said, matching her quick pace.
"None of your business." She said, her eyes trained forward and her teeth gritting.
"You seem so keen." He whispered.
"Of course I'm keen, I've wanted this since I was four!" She rounded on him.
"Well, I don't. He wants me to do a job, he'll kill me if I don't."
"Of course he will. You should feel honoured, not pouty. You don't deserve his mark on your flesh." Helena sneered.
"And you do? What have you done?" Draco's words sink into her.
"More than the name your family gave you." She said venomously, she walked away, in the mood for killing something.
Helena's body felt tingly, her eyes sharp, and her breathing shallow. She was hunting. Her black cloak whipped behind her, her wand clasped in her hand. She tracked the family of clueless muggles and as they clambered off the trail, she gave them the urge to go farther away from civilisation like a pitcher plant. Soon they were far enough away that their screams would not be heard.
Crucio. She thought and all four went down, screaming in pain. It filled her with a strange pleasure, one that, as a young child, she had shared with Bellatrix. She lifted the spell and they stayed on the ground. She knelt next to them and smiled, something that no sane person ever wants to see.
"Tell me it hurts." She said, joy spilling over her.
A green light spread over them and they were gone, Helena's death urge fulfilled. She made it look like an accident, sending the family tumbling off a cliff and bashing rocks against their necks, it would've killed them if they hadn't already been dead.
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The Death Eater
FanfictionAhh... the teenage life. Love, hatred, betrayal, friendship. All so beautiful, so innocent. Unless you are Helena. A Death Eater since she was five and raised by the Dark Lord himself. Young, reckless, and armed with a thirst for blood, Helena must...
