𝐓𝐇𝐄 𝐆𝐈𝐑𝐋 𝐖𝐇𝐎 𝐒𝐀𝐖 | d. malfoy

fifteen | dumbledore's army

ROSIE DIDN'T SAY ANYTHING for a couple moments. Mustering up all of her courage she narrowed her eyes and said, "Aurora Rosaline Chloé Tempselle Feudestin. Who might you be?"

The Malfoys, shell-shocked, were all completely white, pallid in the face. For some moments, the Malfoys looked between the two guests with fear. Then, Lord Voldemort laughed. "I, Lord voldemort, am the Dark Lord."

"Pleasure to meet your acquaintance, my lord. Although, I believe this is not the first time we've met?"

"Ah, tell me, child, when have we met before?" The Malfoys were still looking to and from Rosie and Voldy. Bellatrix returned from the kitchens, (where she had gone to retrieve the sugar) and froze, her gaze fixing on her master.

Rosie smiled. "I believe, excuse me if I am incorrect, I was at your revival. Wormtail was having some trouble, so I had to help him some."

Lucius Malfoy's eyebrows went up. Bellatrix hurried to look at Rosie. "You helped renew my master? I was so ashamed, thinking, 'How could someone as stupid as Wormtail find my master sooner than I?' But alas, it was not he, it was you! I thank you, dearest Aurora Rosaline."

Rosie smiled shortly at Bellatrix. Lord Voldemort spoke. "Yes, it makes me much more proud that Wormtail was not the one to renew me to my body. It is honestly quite a shame to have been dependent on such an imprudent fool. Tell me, Feudestin, what do your parents do?"

"Call me Aurora Rosaline, sir. As for my parents, they're deceased as of two years ago. Before that, though, they were French Ministry figures. Not much of a job, but there was much attending of balls, galas, that sort."

"But, but you are a pureblood, correct?" Bellatrix asked.

"Yes, that's right."

Voldemort swirled his tea. "If you are French, I am sure you are quite unsure of my accomplishments?"

"Oh no, sir. My parents were quite supportive of your ideals and trained me with them from a young age. Once I got older, I wanted to form my own beliefs. There is an age, as you might know, where you want to become independent and think on your own. So then I did much research and all I found was evidence pointing to the goodness of pureblood supremacy. You'll find that because of the ample research I have done, my belief is strong and well versed. Draco can most definitely vouch for that." She said, addressing a terrified looking Draco. "Mug-dbloods are quite disgusting." Rosie finished, hoping that no one would catch her slip-up. Thankfully, no one did.

"This is wonderful, Aurora Rosaline. Come, Draco, you as well. Have either of you, perhaps, considered... working for me?"

Rosie's eyes widened. To some it may have looked like she was ecstatic, as if an opportunity she had been waiting for all her life had just been given to her. Inside, Rosie's head was reeling. This was not supposed to be happening so soon. If she was marked, no one would talk to her anymore. This was not the plan. However, against her better judgement, The part of Rosie that had become accustomed to cold, pureblood Rosie had already said, "This is all I have ever wanted! As a child I dreamed of being a Death Eater." Rosie wondered if she was being a little too enthusiastic. "Although, I'm not sure if getting marked and starting working for you now is a very good idea. If people see a dark mark it would raise suspicion, as most don't believe you are alive, even." Draco, who still looked as if he were going to piss his pants nodded solemnly. He would let Rosie do the talking. "But once you are revealed to the world, I would be honored."

Voldemort looked as though he were deep in thought. "Very well. You are a sensible child. I'm sure you will be of great use to me."

No, Voldy. I'm sure you will be of great use to me.