Rodolphus Lestrange (bd_rodolphus) wrote in beyond_dark, @ 2008-05-13 09:14:00 |
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Entry tags: | * may 2006, - complete, rodolphus lestrange |
RP: At Last
Date: 12 May 2006
Characters: Rodolphus Lestrange, Paige Rowland (NPC)
Location: Lestrange Manor, Upper Slaugther
Private/Public: Private
Rating: R
Warnings: -
Summary: Rodolphus finally cracks the mind of his guest to reveal the truth of Snape's Escape.
It had been a truly difficult, but challenging task. Paige Rowland's mind was like a broken puzzle. Just when Rodolphus thought he was onto a piece of information that would tell him who helped Snape to escape, the thought would just vanish and evaporate into a morass of mindless thoughts.
A lesser man might have given up on this quest by now, or killed her for the worthlessness that she was proving, but Rodolphus knew better. He coaxed her, coddled her need and desire for such artificial substances that keep her mind in less of a state of disarray than it currently was. It amused him, at first, to think that a wizard could be so dependent on something the Muggles peddled to try and get 'high'. But the longer he persisted in entering her mind and finding out what snippets he could wrench out, he realised it was the one thing that kept her going. Just that next hit, and she became all the more useful again.
He made a show of 'compassion', feeding her just enough of what she needed, trying to get her to focus on the night that Snape escaped from this very dungeon.
He'd come to realise that her mind was clearest as the fog of drug induced euphoria first hit her veins. But he knew the risks - too much at once, and she would drop dead before she could prove her worth. He was so close to a breakthrough - he latched on with almost a deathly ferocity to a fleeting glimpse of the dungeon as Pucey brought Snape in, but as he grasped too hard, it slipped away, and was gone again.
He cursed his own impatience and tried not to let his anger out. He was focussed, and he reigned it in. He would relieve someone of their life soon enough, and they would feel the full force of his fury when the time came.
Returning once again to the now empty manor, Rodolphus smiled at the wretched woman as he came to her cell. From that expectant look on her face, he knew that her mind was already gone. She was after only one thing, and he realised his quest was more urgent than before.
At a touch, he was in her mind, and it was as messed, jumbled and confused as ever. This time he dared to try something different. He wanted to be in her mind as the drugs entered her veins, just so he had time to grasp the memory he needed. It was risky - the thought that his mind could be lost with hers through their tenuous link and he could succumb to the drug never entered his thoughts until he'd felt an echo if it in their last session.
He proceeded with caution, feeling the memories and the mind that he entered suddenly change as the needle pumped the substance into her blood stream. He had an idea where to look, and there it was. Just as she let out a sigh of pleasure as the drugs coursed through her, he saw the memory again. His eyes bore into hers as he read her mind, his hands roughly keeping her from blinking, or moving away. Paige was oblivious to the pain as he tore away the detrius hanging to the memory and all was revealed...
Pacing the corridor outside Snape's cell, the woman was proudly and diligently doing her duty. Turning, she spotted a face in the darkness, and was quickly silenced before she could cry for help. A cruciatus came her way, and as she stared up into the face of her attacker, Rodolphus recognised the all too familiar face of his nephew. Draco.
There was no doubt in his mind as the memory ended quickly - the fool woman overwhelmed by the curse as her screams suddenly returned. But in his own fury, Rodolphus forgot himself. His own nephew, betraying them to save the hide of the worthless traitor. Rage filled him, and it took a moment to realise the screams were no longer in the woman's memories, they were on her lips as his hands were crushing her skull.
He didn't stop - the sound of her skull cracking under the pressure of his hands only just the beginning of his fury. He stepped out of her mind, no longer wanting to be tainted by the filth she had made him wade through. Finally, her screams were silenced as he threw her worthless and lifeless body against the wall of the dungeon, the sound of her snapping bones only making him wonder if his nephew had enough of a spine to crack like that. The gall! He wondered just what else his nephew had been up to, and was it just him - or had all the Malfoys been involved in such a betrayal?
The dead woman at his feet didn't deserve another moment of his thought, and he stalked out of the dungeons, bellowing for one of the remaining elves to go and clean up the... mess.
Draco would be lucky if he left enough of him for the elves to clean up after. He would find his nephew, and he would find Snape, and the pair of them would suffer greatly for making him look the fool. Nobody got the better of Rodolphus Lestrange. Just finding out their little plan proved that, and they would pay for their treachery
They would pay, and when he was done with them, he'd let his wife have her way. They would both see the error of their ways before their lives ended in an excruciating, bloody and painful mess.