Dark Blood // D.M.

MOTHER DEAREST

Armena Riddle-Lestrange

It felt like ice had filled my veins. The hairs on the back of my neck were standing straight up as her voice called out behind me. Her voice was like nails on a chalkboard. It was literally as if hell had frozen over and the devil, no— she was standing right there, behind me.

I looked over to Draco, panic clear in my green eyes. I needed to get in his head, I needed to hear him in mine. Maybe if I tried hard enough, I could get through to him. I knew it was a specific spell, but it was worth a try.

"Draco" my thoughts pressed, "Help me."

His eyes lit up, hearing me clear as day. I felt Bellatrix Lestrange placed her long black nails on my shoulder. Her talons dug into my flesh, as she snaked her way up to my chin. She pulled my face so that I would be forced to look at her.

"Mummy's home" she smiled.

"Hello mum" I whispered.

She pushed her hand off of my face only to come back full force and smack me across the cheek. Red hot pain coursed through face, from the sting of her hit. I grabbed my cheek, glancing towards Rodolphus who just looked up at his, supposed to be dead, sister; his jaw on the literal floor.

I guess I'm not the only one shocked by this.

"That's for being an ungrateful little bitch" my mother bent down to my level, "how dare you sit where he did! You amount to nothing you weak little girl."

I took in a deep breath, my nostrils flaring as the resentment running through my veins. I watched as she stretched her arms out, her black cloth dangling in shreds off her arms. Her thick, shining black hair bounced as her ringlets were held in tight coils. I stared at the woman for a moment, curious if she was an imposter. No— she was most certainly Bellatrix Lestrange, my mother. Her long eyelashes fanned across her face and she had heavily hooded eyes. There was no doubt that my mother was blessed with beauty, her strong jaw and bone structure to prove that. Her face was slightly gaunt though, which brought out her sharp cheekbones. I studied her face carefully, trying to pinpoint the features that we shared. 

"The Dark Lord!" she shrieked, causing a stir amongst the group of men and women. "The Dark Lord once told us that we must prune our family trees to keep them healthy. We must cut away those parts that harm our health and to the health of our family. We must cut away the sickness that can infect us and we must do so until only those with true and pure blood remains" Bellatrix cried completely deranged.

"Bring us back our Dark Lord!" a man shouted, but my eyes were on her.

Some of the more delirious black robed followers started banging their fists on the table, in a rhythmic motion. The group of Death Eater's all looked hungry, like they were ready to feast on the murder of innocents. I glanced over to Draco wide eyed, feeling my breath pick up. Draco was watching my mother carefully, his eyes pinned on the insane female. I glanced over to Snape, who had taken a seat at the far end of the table. I watched as he kept pure equanimity on his features, not even a twitch of a muscle or nerve could be seen on his face.