philophobia-the fear of falling in love
or becoming emotionally connected
to someone...
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This is a story you've heard before, passed down through generations, about a young girl and a young boy who utterly despise each other.
Then, somehow, t...
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cxxxvii || you've already lost
It's dark, not a star in the sky as the grey clouds hang over head. Deafening silence settles around her, not even nature makes a sound as Maria Potter walks up the long driveway towards Malfoy Manor with Bellatrix by her side.
"Not to be rude, but one day you're going to get yourself killed." Bellatrix shakes her head, her masses of jet black curls bouncing as she does so and Maria rolls her dark eyes. Bellatrix smirks slightly at the girl's persistence. "Granted, this time the Dark Lord wanted me to get you for him. Didn't want to knock you out this time though."
"How. . .sweet?" Maria breathes as Bellatrix waves her crooked wand and opens the gates. "I don't understand why he would want to speak to me."
"You're Maria Potter, quite popular among us death eaters you know." Bellatrix states as though gossiping with an old friend and Maria looks at her strangely. "The girl who cracked Regulus Black. The girl who the Dark Lord refuses to kill. Quite frankly, everyone's rather jealous."
Maria furrows her eyebrows, thinking only one thought: what the fuck?
"I see your bun is no longer in the oven." Bellatrix's grey eyes glance to Maria's stomach that is no longer carrying her and Regulus' daughter. "I would pay to see my brooding cousin as a father. Girl or boy?"
Maria narrows her eyes, "girl." She whispers and she sees Bellatrix's lips move into a small smile before moving into her usual sinister expression as they enter the manor.
There's two death eaters wearing the silver masks and long, dark robes stood either side of the doors with their arms folded. Maria frowns, finding that a little dramatic as Bellatrix tugs on her arm, pulling her through the disgustingly familiar manor.
Maria peers into an ajar door, seeing Evan Rosier talking quietly with Rueben Mulciber and Crucis Nott. Through another, Rodolphus and Rabastan LeStrange are drinking some sort of whiskey and talking angrily and inside another, Lucius and Narcissa speak quickly about their child's safety.
Finally, Bellatrix knocks on the very last door of the hallway before pushing Maria inside softly.
"My Lord." Bellatrix says and Tom Riddle turns away from the dancing green flames in the fireplace, looking to the two women in the doorway.
"Thank you, Bellatrix, you may go. Gather everyone, if you will." Voldemort waves his hand dismissively and she nods, giving Maria a look before exiting the room. "Maria, I see you're no longer with your child?"
Maria blinks, thinking quickly, "she died." Maria comes up with the lie almost as though it's instinct to protect her daughter's identity. "A miscarriage, it was difficult."
