Rabastan Lestrange (rabastanlives) wrote in eighth_rpg, @ 2010-12-17 22:17:00 |
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Entry tags: | rabastan lestrange, rodolphus lestrange |
Who: Rodolphus and Rabastan Lestrange, Arthur and Molly Weasley
What: Revenge
Where: The Burrow
When: Friday evening, after Molly and Arthur leave early from the Ball
Rating: A touch of violence, here and there.
They waited in silence.
Occasionally, Rabastan would steal a glance at his brother, but mostly his attention was focused on the Burrow, where he knew eventually that Molly and Arthur Weasley would return. If they were lucky, their youngest child would be with them.
The anticipation was maddening. Each second seemed to pulse in his head, hearing a clock that was not there. The second hand rotating in its slow and steady rhythm.
Tick. Tock.
Tick. Tock.
Tick. Tock.
The opportunity was perfect. The world distracted at the ball. Rabastan knew, of course, that there were many others who would have liked to join them. But the Lestrange brothers had not said a word.
Yes, this was for the youngest of the red-headed spawn, who had so foolishly taunted both brothers.
And this was also for the youngest son, responsible for the capturing of Rookwood.
But those were not the primary reasons they were there.
Tick. Tock.
No, this was to be left to Rabastan and Rodolphus. Rabastan considered an early Christmas gift to his brother. Revenge. Before the night was over the woman responsible for the death of Bellatrix Lestrange would have met her end. Not that Rabastan cared much for Bellatrix. But he cared deeply for his brother, and his brother's wife had born their name. Lestrange.
A name untainted by treachery. Pure. Unblemished.
A name that would one day signify leadership for all of the wizarding world. A world as pure and as unblemished as the name itself.
Tick. Tock.
He waited.
* * *
It was perfect really. They couldn't have planned it better themselves, and Rodolphus had to thank the Ministry for such a shining opportunity. It wasn't the opportunity that everyone had thought they'd take, he could see the wariness about congregating in the Ministry, as if that made the target too big for the Death Eaters to ignore.
But they underestimated their enemies, as usual. For the Lestrange brothers had something far more special in mind. Something that had been intended from the first time that little red-haired twit had tried to play tough on the journals.
Focused on the hovel these blood traitors called a home, Rodolphus couldn't wait to see the look of fear on that woman's face. She had killed his wife, one of the causes most loyal followers and she was now going to find out what that meant for her.
* * *
The familiar crack and both brothers' wands were raised. The incantation, "Avada Kedavra!"
The curse was barely uttered out of the brothers' mouths when Arthur pushed Molly to the ground, acting on instinct, dodging out of the way himself. He shouted at his wife to get inside, but there wouldn't be time. Green light shattered the half-open door to the Burrow, and the Lestranges charged at the two Weasleys.
Rabastan lost sight of the two momentarily before that same green light came streaking toward him. He twisted out of the way, and then began repeatedly reciting the words, the Unforgivable flying from his wand, jetting toward the house, blasting through anything in its path.
This was more like it. A fight.
But not a fair one.
Spotting another curse from Arthur, he changed direction at the last second, the words bellowing from his mouth at the one of the most disgusting creatures to ever inhabit their world. "Avada Kedavra!"
And Arthur Weasley fell.
* * *
The element of surprise was always the most important one. It gave them the edge, the opportunity. Rodolphus looked to his brother as the Weasleys returned. They were ready.
With the killing curse out of their mouths before the blood traitors could fathom what was happening, his eyes were on Molly. Her husband pushing her to the ground as the green light streaked past them, he couldn't have known that he had just hindered his wife more than helped her.
A cruel smile crossed his face as Rodolphus realised her wand had been knocked out of her hand. If he had been a more principled man, he might have waited for her to pick it up, for the fight to be fair.
But he wasn't. He just wanted to see her dead.
He could hear Rabastan repeatedly casting the curse as Arthur made things difficult, and Rodolphus only needed to utter it once more. His foot on her wand as Molly reached for it, there was one more flash of green light and he had his revenge.
* * *
Rabastan let his brother do the honours, grinning as Rodolphus uttered the final incantation of the night. "Morsmordre." The Dark Mark. Left to hang over the Burrow for that little girl to find.
For decades, the very sight had inspired such great fear, and Rabastan was giddy thinking of the reaction it would find tonight.
But he would not be staying around to wait. Inexplicably, he could hear that familiar sound of people apparating, surrounding the perimeter of the Weasley family's pathetic excuse for a home. Turning to Rodolphus, he shrugged.
It was time to leave.