Dark Blood // D.M.

MOTHER DEAREST

While I— on the other hand, was about to have an aneurysm from seeing my dead mother walk out of the shadows. I had to have been dreaming. This must have been another sick and twisted fantasy created by my father.

"My daughter— this little brat here is the key to bringing back The Dark Lord!" she shrieked.

All of the dark figures around the table started snickering and looking around the table.

"But she doesn't want to share with us!" Bellatrix pouted at the table.

I shook my head, narrowing my eyes at the black sea of figures. I could feel my jaw tighten, as my hands clenched the smooth wooden edge of the long table. I followed her with my eyes, watching her every move. 

"What have you been learning in school? Did they teach you the Unforgivable Curses? Have you ever used one? Well, have you?" She screamed at me from the other end of the table, slamming her hands down on the wood.

I needed to keep my wits about me. I kept my composure and just smirked back at the wild haired women. I wasn't going to let her break me. 

"You will answer me when I speak, child!" she screamed, her eyes going wide.

"And there is that temper I have heard so much about. Tell me how was Hell? Did you have a grand time?" I hissed, which just enraged her more.

"You will not use that tone with me!" Her hands slammed back down on the table again, her eyes narrowing at me, "I asked you a question, have you ever used an Unforgivable Curse before? You have to really mean it when you use it, you'll see. You have to enjoy it when it causes pain. Do you want me to give you a lesson?"

"Go ahead..." I stretched out my arms wide, leaning back in the chair. "After all, I am the only one who can communicate directly with The Dark Lord. If you hurt me— " I smiled wickedly at my mother, "you are hurting him."

It wasn't true in the slightest, but I knew it would have an effect one her. She was after all obsessed with the Dark Lord. She would do anything in her power to please him and something told me he wouldn't like it if she hurt me. 

"You have gotten a lot more brash since the last time I saw you" she walked slowly around to meet me at my end of the table. "The last time I saw you, my child, you were just a little girl. Always crying and whining about something, it was pathetic wasn't it brothers?" 

Rodolphus and Rabastan both looked up at her. I looked over to my uncle, my head slightly tilting in warning. 

"Bella— sister, why don't we talk about this more in private. This is a family matter after all" Rodolphus raised his hands slightly. 

"No!" my mother hissed, "The girl knows how to bring him back! You have to share with us what you know..." she whispered in my face.

I kept my eyes on her, feeling the ice melt from my veins. If she decided to torture it out of me, I still wouldn't give in. She would have to kill me, which in all honesty she probably would if it meant getting what she wanted. She would kill her own daughter if she needed to. She was Bellatrix Lestrange, after all.

"Tell me!" she screamed loudly in my face. "What do you know! Answer me!"

I shook my head.

"Well— let's see what my darling daughter has been up to shall we" she laughs wickedly, pointing her wand at my head. "If she doesn't want to play our game then I will just have to take a peak."

"You really don't want to do that" I shook my head at her. 

I glanced over to Professor Snape who was sitting a few chairs down. He showed no trace of emotion or remorse on his face, he just looked forward towards the Malfoy family knowing what was going to happen.