~Thornes POV~
Well, he was growing on me to say the least. He had some fight left in him but no matter, it was more fun that way anyhow. I watched him closely for a moment before standing up "Follow me Pet, I will show you around" I ordered him. He looked up at me, obviously none too keen on the idea, but with a slight flinch of his still red cheek, the lesson I taught him sunk in and he stood up glaring at me. I simply smirked and took his hand in mine with a challenging grin and led him walking.
We traveled through the many rose bushes, all a little unruly at the moment. I kept glancing at Neville who seemed to keep looking at the various plants with and almost school boy fascination. "You like plants Neville?" I guessed. He simply gritted his teeth "Why do you care?" He asked, I shrugged in response "well mother did kill our old gardener last month, perhaps you can fit that old job" I offered. His face seemed to be conflicted between disgust of the mention of killing and slight hope of the chance of being a gardener.
"What is your favourite colour Neville?" I asked raising an eyebrow at him. He double took as he looked at me quizzically trying to wiggle his hand out of mine. "Yellow" he said slowly, "why?" I asked, keeping my grip on his hand strong. "it reminds me of l-" he stopped dead and glared at his feet, his face going slightly pale. I frown "reminds you of what?" I question again. He shakes his head stubbornly, looking distant and deeply sad. "Oh...of who?" I guess with a smirk and he glared at me "Like I would tell you, all you would do is jeer and laugh...you have no pity" he growled venomously.
I was slightly shocked by his answer, he hadn't been so harsh beforehand. I shrugged it off "suit yourself, I will find out" I promise with a wicked smirk.
~Neville's POV~
Like I already didn't mourn her enough. But she had to rub it in like it was some form of joke! She was dead...my Luna was dead and this sick twisted girl was trying to guess the roots of my pain like some game! I needed to get out of here, by tonight I would escape, I would not stay another night in this hellhole! The girl alone was enough! But sure enough Bellatrix would be here.
Consumed by my anger I had not even realised we had reached the large double doors of the manor. They opened by themselves as Thorne strided in head held high like she was queen of the world, just as any other pureblood. I was pulled into a very large an very over the top entrance room, it had two large staircases either side that led to a large hallway. In between was another large door an on either side were many smaller doors. This place was huge...and so lusciously furnished it was like the residents were simply trying to show off how much money they had. I was probable right.
Suddenly a loud screech from somewhere above screamed "CAROLINE! CAROLINE! GET HERE RIGHT NOW YOU FILTHY MUDBLOOD! I SWEAR I WILL HAVE YOUR HEAD FOR THIS MISTAKE!" A voice that sounded allot like Thorne's screeched, though it was older and a little wilder-Oh no....I thought to myself in slight shock. "Mother's home" Thorne said.
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Bellatrix's daughter in love with Neville Longbottom.
FanfictionIt's after the war, Harry potter is dead, Voldemort has won and all the mudbloods and Blood traitors are being sold as slaves. But when Thorne Lestrange, the daughter of Bellatrix, purchases blood traitor Neville Longbottom, how will their relations...