Bellatrix's daughter in love with Neville Longbottom.

Chapter 6-Poor Neville

~Neville's POV~

A small door to the left hand side on the entrance room burst open. Out of it, a girl scrambled out, looking flustered and horrified. She was tiny, every inch of her screamed small, from her petite figure to height. Her light blue eyes were wide with obvious fear and her pale blonde hair that had been pulled into a bun was a little unruly at the moment. She froze when she saw us both "Mistress Thorne!" She squeaked, her voice matched her appearance, it was timid and quiet.

Thorne smirked "You dropped her plate again didn't you Caroline" She asked with an obvious humorous smile. I noted the word 'again'. The girl whimpered and hung her head "I-I just get so nervous Mistress" she whispered. I instantly felt guilty for this poor girl I guessed was a bought slave just like me. It was no wonder she was dropping crockery, with all the screaming going about I would of been scared enough to drop a plate to. "CAROLINE!?" Came bellatrix's shriek again.

Caroline visibly paled even further and glanced at me for a brief moment as she passed, a sad look on her face as she scampered up the stairs.

"Who is she?" I asked Thorne instantly. Thorne sighed "Caroline, the hand maid of the house" she explained "She is very clumsy...the silly girl" she said almost sadly...almost.

"You sound like you care about her?" I questioned, deciding to test her reaction. It wasn't what I hoped.

~Thorne's POV~

I scoffed with a soft cackle "me? Care for that mudblood?" I said shaking my head "Come on pet" I said obvioulsy shrugging the subject off.

How the hell was he so good at reading others? I'll admit it, fine, a felt a little remorse for Caroline, she was only young, perhaps 15, and I knew mother hurt her. I was nice to her at least, nicer than I am to the others anyway.

"Where are we going?" Neville asked, snapping me out of my thoughts. "My room" I said simply.

"Excuse me?" He gasped.

I laughed "Don't flatter yourself Pet" I mocked back at him. I saw his cheeks go a dark red and snickered as I led him up the left staircase.

We walked down the many passages I had memorised easily, they winded and turned in a labyrinth like pattern. "Alright, that's fathers study, never go in there" I said simply not elaborating.

"Why no-?" He started but I cut in quickly "This floor has the main bedrooms, studies and the library. Downstairs is the kitchen, entrance hall, dining hall, ballroom and dungeons" I explained to him.

"Dungeons?!" He exclaimed.

I smirked softly at his horrified expression. "Relax pet" I cooed and he glared at me darkly. I simply smirked and led him to a door, taking him inside my room.

~Neville's POV~

She pulled me inside the large room, I looked around, the glare still on my face as I studied the exterior, trying to find a means of escape. There was a double bed in the corner draped with a simple black blanket. A large desk with prophet clipping's pasted onto the wall above it. I read the largest one, that was yellowing and peeling at the edges 'Mass Breakout from Azkaban; Bellatrix Lestrange loose' I scowled to myself and crossed my arms. That manic woman in the photo had tortured my parents, made them loose their minds! It was her fault! All her fault! She would pay!

"Oh quit looking so dull pet" Thorne cooed to me.

I turned my fierce look towards her "Stop calling me that!" I growled darkly hands balling into fists....I had had just about enough of her.

"you are /mine/ I can do whatever I please" she shot back with a hiss stepping towards me menacingly. I held my ground, not budging "Your kind has killed everyone I ever cared about! I have nothing left to live for! Do whatever you want to me but I will never be /yours/!" I snapped back confidently.

Her mouth fell open for a brief second in shock before she sneered "I would be more respectful to me, after all I am the most lenient master you could get in this house! Perhaps you would like to see how sickeningly painful you could have it?" She hissed at him "I'm sure my mother would love to inspect my new slave" she noted with a cruel grin.

I instantly scowled "I'll kill her" I said boldly. Thorne cackled at me bluntly "You would be dead before you even raised a finger" she cooed "Now how about we go teach you a lesson..."

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