The Death Eater [HARRY POTTER]

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"I am sorry, my Lord, I did not mean to keep you waiting so long but I was right in the middle of a class. had I left so suddenly then one of them would have doubtlessly called upon Albus Dumbledore and alerted him. You may punish me how you see fit." Calla bowed deeply as she stood in front of the Dark Lord. Of course she didn't really want to be punished, but she had seen Belatrix and several other Death Eaters do something very similar whenever they messed up, and it had always worked out well for them. The Dark Lord liked having power over people, and there wasn't much of any other way that Calla could give him even more power over her.

"Rise, Calla," The Dark Lord hissed. As soon as Calla had did so the Dark Lord was striding over to her and lifting his pale hand so that it was resting against her cheek. Calla did not allow herself to flinch away from the touch, as much as she wanted to. It was become a sort of habit for the Dark Lord, to caress her whenever she had done something that had irked him. Fenrir had offhanded mentioned that he thought it was because the Dark Lord through she was pretty, and he had to remind himself not to hurt her face when he went to punish Calla. Calla had hexed the werewolf for that particular remark. "I understand your reasoning for ignoring me Calla. And I am not mad at you. You are of course not strong enough to face the forces of Albus Dumbledore at this time. I trust that you are dedicated to me, and would never ignore my calls unless you felt it was necessary."

Calla did not allow herself to relax, sensing that the Dark Lord was leading up to something.

"I will forgive you this one time, Calla, but do not make a habit of disobeying me. Would you join me in the dining room?"

Calla nodded silently, and then followed the Dark Lord and his snake Nagini into the Malfoy's great dining room. There was only one chair at the table, one that had been positioned at the head of the table. The Dark Lord took his seat and being left with not much other choice, aside from continue to stand and tower over the dark Lord, Calla lowered herself to kneel at the Dark Lord's feet.

"My Lord, if I may be so bold as to ask, what is it that you require from me?" Calla made sure that there was nothing except a look of utter adoration on her pale face. Nagini continued to slither around the room, seeming particularly interested in coiling between the Dark Lord's feet, and brushing against the skirts of Calla's robes. Calla tried her best to ignore the snake for the moment.

There was a long silence as the Dark Lord seemed to mull over how he wanted to say his next words, and Calla remained silent as he did so. Of course he toes were beginning to pinch in her shies, and her legs were covered in goose bumps as Nagini managed so lip under the corner of her skirt and wind between her ankles, but her face was posed into an expression of respect.

"What can you tell me of Draco Mlafoy, Dearest Calla?" The Dark Lord hissed finally, seemingly to thoughtlessly stroke his fingers through Calla's free hanging hair as he waited for her to answer him. The only thing Calla had time to think before she was answering, was how similar the action was to the one he used on Nagini sometimes.

"Draco is a strong boy, My Lord. And he has a high standing in the Slytheirn house. He could gain you many loyal followers." The words felt like Acid as they came out of Calla's mouth, but she also knew that they would be the words that saved Draco. When one was a pureblood, they were either with the Dark Lord or against him. And as Calla imagined that the Malfoys would be keeping their home open to the Dark Lord and his followers, Calla would need to ensure that the dark Lord has as high of an opinion of Draco as Calla could ensure.

"Is that so?" The Dark Lord hissed, pulling his hand away from Calla's hair and bringing a long strand away from her head. He seemed to study the hair for a long moment, thoughts that Calla couldn't possibly read flying across his face, before he dropped her hair to fall back into place with the rest and rose to his feet. Of course Calla had been kneeling so close to him that he nearly knocked her on her bum as he did so, but she didn't make so much as a squeak of surprise as she caught her balance and rose to her feet as well, her head bowed.