[Tue, June 24th, 2008 @ 11:50am] hr_neville It had taken a while for Tonks to convince Kingsley to ignore Melissa Goyle for the time being. She was tucked away in a separate room, and Neville asked 'politely' to join them in the entrance hall. There he watched in amazement as the captured wizards and witches were marched out of the cells to stand in rows before them, their wrists chained together. Alyssa was toddling along at Narcissa's side. Neville steadfastly avoided meeting their eyes. 144 comments|post comment

[Sun, June 15th, 2008 @ 10:32pm] purebloodcissa Tonks finished putting on the dress she had laid out and stared in the mirror in disgust. "Ugh," she said. "This is gross." She rolled her eyes and left the room to go find Neville. She was supposed to start greeting guests at any moment and she needed to know where to send Melissa. He still hadn't told her. She found him in Alyssa's room, looking around at the little girl's toys. "Hey," she said from the door, trying to hold the slit closed on her leg and pull the neck of the dress up. "I'm about to go down. Where do you want me to bring Melissa?" 127 comments|post comment

[Wed, June 11th, 2008 @ 12:24pm] hr_neville The knock came at 2 o'clock in the afternoon, the day before the ball. Neville paused in his preparations and straightened his shirt. "I'll get it," he said unnecessarily to the House Elves. He padded through the hall, half-decked out with golden streamers and huge sheets of dark green material with M's embroidered on them. To Neville it was far too ostentatious, but far be it from him to say anything. He opened the door. And found himself instantly pushed out of the way. Someone grabbed him and put a hand over his mouth. "Relax," they whispered. "We're here to help." "Help what?" he hissed when the hand was removed. The man who had shoved him turned around, and Neville gasped. "Kingsley?" The man was changed. The dark face sported a long pink scar from ear to hairline, and he wore a patch over the eye it crossed. He was not as muscled as Neville remembered him, but his presence was as overbearing as ever if not more. "Longbottom." "What are you -" he looked behind him. "Tonks?" "Wotcha, kid," she said grimly. "What's going on?" he asked, as the hall began to fill with equally scruffy-looking people. His heart beat as fast as it ever had. "This is the revolt, kid," said one of the older slaves - they were all slaves, Neville noticed - with the exception of Tonks, all of them sported the brand, though some had made attempts to cover it up. None of them had cuffs on. "Times are changing, and it starts now." "Where's Malfoy?" Kingsley growled. "Upstairs -" Neville said without thinking, "But -" "That's enough. Calm down. Get Grewer to get that thing off," Kingsley said, pointing at Neville's cuff. "And then put some clothes on. You look ridiculous." Neville looked down at himself in surprise. "He means the uniform," Tonks said, patting him awkwardly on the shoulder. "Are you all right, Neville?" The look of pity she was giving him was quite sickening. "I'm fine," he insisted. "But I don't understand any of this - why are you all here?" "The ball," Tonks said, pulling a crumpled peice of paper from her pocket. It was her invitation - Neville recognised Narcissa's curly signature at the bottom. "It's the perfect opportunity, you see. We can get rid of hundreds of them at once." Neville shook his head. "But how -" He was cut off by a child's scream from upstairs. He looked around in horror to see that Kingsley had gone. His heart in his throat he pushed Tonks aside and ran up the stairs, heading for the sitting room. 97 comments|post comment

[Fri, May 23rd, 2008 @ 9:57am] purebloodcissa Stretching her arms over her head, Cissa sat up in bed and snapped for a house elf, ordering herself some breakfast and making sure her daughter was being taken care of. "Oh and on your way back up," she said before the elf left. "Fetch Neville for me. I need to speak with him." The elf nodded and left, going off to do his duty and leave Cissa to herself. She reached over to the night stand and picked up a piece of parchment, staring at it before sighing and putting it back. She knew this day would come, and she wasn't looking forward to it one bit. 44 comments|post comment

[Wed, May 14th, 2008 @ 9:42am] purebloodcissa Curling up on the sofa in her study with Richard, Cissa sighed happily and rested her head on his shoulder. Things had been going quite well since she and Neville reconciled, even if Richard wasn't happy about it at all. The two men stayed out of each other's way and there hadn't been any altercations, despite Richard's warnings that Neville could attack and leave at any second. "Love," Cissa began, kissing his jaw before continuing. "I have to leave soon." "Where are you going?" he asked, turning a little towards her. She smiled and straightened up. "I've got another meeting in Diagon Alley concerning Lucius' estate." "Still?" he asked. "I thought you took care of that a month ago." "I thought I had as well. But a secondary vault was discovered a few days ago. Lucius' parents apparently set aside another vault when they were trying to have a second child. It was unsuccessful, so they put the vault in Lucius' name. He never knew about it. They put gold into it every year until they died, and it was just discovered. Now I've got to go down to the bank and allocate it into my will, since everything of Lucius' is now mine. It shouldn't take long though." She stood up, then bent down and kissed his forehead. "Watch Alyssa for me?" "Wouldn't you rather him do it?" Richard asked with a raised eyebrow before standing and wrapping his arms around her waist. Cissa rolled her eyes and leaned into his embrace. "I trust him, but I want you to look after her. Just accept that for me?" "Alright," he said, then kissed her deeply before pulling back, bowing, and heading off towards Alyssa's room. Smiling, Cissa watched him go before flooing to the bank to take care of her business. ----- Once Richard got down to Alyssa's room, he found Neville playing dolls with her. "Get out," he spat from the doorway. "Cissa wants me to take care of the girl. You're no longer needed." 112 comments|post comment

[Tue, May 6th, 2008 @ 8:29pm] hr_neville He was on the roof, and it was raining. It had started as a slow drizzle, which had been annoying but also rather refreshing. He was scrubbing out the chimney pots, which seemed to him a completely pointless job - whoever was going to see them? But since he'd cleaned almost every other scrap of wall, floor and ceiling in the place, the House Elves seemed to be running out of things for him to do. He'd looked up at the sky worriedly when it started raining with earnest, but there didn't seem to be any danger of lightning. It was just rain. Cold, cold rain. Shivering he finished up the fourth chimney pot and looked around wearily. There were six more to go. He was halfway through the next one when his teeth started chattering. His shirt was soaked through to the skin. The rain was pouring down through his hair and dripping off his nose and eyelashes and chin. In only his thin white cottons, he was soon shivering non-stop. He went to the door that led downstairs and banged on it. Dipty had locked him up here in case he tried for a getaway. "Dipty?" he sneezed. The House Elf popped into existence before him, holding a tea-towel over his head. Neville knew he would never have dared to protect himself so if Narcissa had been there. "Can I come in?" he begged. "I'm soaked, and I'm freezing -" "Neville must finish!" Dipty insisted. "But -" "Neville must finish! he repeated in his squeaky Elf voice. Neville wanted to punch him. "I'll catch my death -" he began, but the Elf was already gone. Sighing and pushing his sodden hair out of his eyes, he grabbed his sponge and went back to scrubbing. There was no need to dunk the sponge in the rapidly-overflowing bucket anymore - the pots were dripping rainwater of their own accord. He did a hap-hazard job of the last six, desperate to be in the warm and dry. By the time he was finished the moon was high in the sky... and it was still raining. Shivering violently he called for Dipty again, and this time the Elf let him in. Exhausted and dripping rainwater onto the floor, he followed Dipty as far as the kitchen. "May I have something to eat?" he asked. Dipty grudgingly let him sit at the table, snapping his fingers to make a plate of bread and cheese appear. Neville was getting heartily sick of bread and cheese, but he could hardly complain. He ate slowly. When Dipty started to look impatient, Neville suggested Dipty go make his report to Narcissa while he waiting. With some hesitation, the Elf complied. Surprised by his success, Neville immediately pushed the food aside and made his way to the nearest bathroom, where the tiles were warmed magically and felt incredible under his feet. He didn't plan on staying long, only long enough to wring out his clothes and dry himself off - he didn't trust Dipty to allow him so much as a towel if he asked for it. Dipty couldn't be everywhere, of course, and Neville had been gradually testing his limits over the last couple of weeks, his confidence boosted by his last argument with his Mistress. He'd insulted her and her suitor several times and she hadn't even raised a hand to him. Well, if she wouldn't punish him for insults, she wouldn't punish him for towel theft. He took off his clothes, dumping them in the sink, and dried himself off, teeth still chattering. The fire in the kitchen had warmed him a little but he was still sopping wet. When he was as dry as he thought he could get, he rested against the lip of the sink, looking at his face in the mirror. Though it had been weeks, there was still a fading bruise on his cheekbone from the attentions of the Ratcatchers, but that was the only blemish. He felt remarkably cheered by his healthy appearance until he turned slightly and caught a glimpse of his double-reflection in the mirror behind him. He winced at the sight of his back. He usually tried not to think about it, but he was a mess. there was no evidence that real, true skin had ever existed from shoulder to shoulder - it was a mass of ropy pink and white scar tissue. He shuddered and looked away, suddenly feeling very tired. The towel still around his waist, he sat down on the thick fluffy mat by the side of the bath. What was he doing? Celebrating small victories, when he hadn't seen either Hermione or Alyssa in nearly a month and all the House Elves hated him for what he had supposedly done to 'nice Mr. Richard.' He wasn't nice, he kept telling them, he just ignored them. Though he supposed, to a House Elf, that was the equivalent of nice. Richard himself hadn't even deigned to speak to Neville since the incident, and Neville had no way of seeking him out himself under so close a guard. He lay down, despairing. He was cold and clammy and shaking and the mat was soft and warm. He hadn't slept properly in weeks. Every time he closed his eyes down there on the cold hard floor of the dungeon cell, phantom faces haunted his dreams. Bellatrix Lestrange, the Ratcatchers, his parents. Narcissa. The worst were those of Lestrange holding aloft a small, blonde, blood-stained body. He woke every night in a sweat after only an hour of sleep, and lay awake then until morning. He could feel sleep pulling at him, and he knew he had to leave now to be back in the kitchen before Dipty came back, but he couldn't help it, it was so warm and he was so, so tired... 173 comments|post comment

[Fri, May 2nd, 2008 @ 11:00am] purebloodcissa Evening had always been Cissa's favorite time of the day. She loved to sit in her study as the sun was setting, since the study windows faced west and the patterns of light that streamed across the room were beautiful. She, Richard, and Alyssa had taken an early supper that night, since Richard was working night shift at the hospital for the next few weeks, but still wanted to spend time with Cissa. So once Alyssa had been put in her room under the care of an elf, Cissa said goodbye to her boyfriend and retreated to her study for an evening of brandy and reading. 80 comments|post comment

Spy [Thu, May 1st, 2008 @ 10:34pm] hr_neville It had been a long day. Neville was exhausted, as he always seemed to be nowadays, from sweeping out all the chimneys in the upper left wing of the house, where hardly anyone ever went. He was head to toe in soot, and was almost looking forward to getting magically hosed down by Dipty. He was certainly looking forward to being fed. On his way back to the dungeon cell, skulking through the front hall, his heart jumped a little at the sound of a familiar childish laugh. Seeing that the main door was slightly ajar, he crept up to it and looked out. Alyssa and Richard were walking in the garden. Well, Richard was walking, Alyssa was half toddling, half skipping through the flowerbeds. Neville winced, but inwardly he was smiling. She was okay. He wished he could get closer, to see her, to hug her... but he didn't dare venture outside. 69 comments|post comment

Welcome Home [Tue, April 29th, 2008 @ 10:18am] purebloodcissa When Cissa, Draco, and Alyssa returned the to garden from their first portrait sitting they were shocked to discover Richard lying on the grass, his clothes torn and bruises on his face. Cissa handed Alyssa over to her son to run and help her lover. She didn't want to believe him when he told her what Neville had done, but she didn't really have a choice but to when she heard the story and saw the evidence. Neville had left her. After all the privileges he had around her house, and even after she saved his life he left. Cissa was floored. But she had to get him back. So as soon as she knew Richard was going to be fine and that it was all superficial wounds, she Floo'd straight to Diagon Alley and the Markets. She posted the reward, one thousand Galleons, with the manager and hurried back home. She knew Neville would be home soon, since she had put in a special request with the manager. The Ratcatchers were to be out searching for her slave. They might not have been the most gentle of the hunters, but they were the quickest and most effective. A week later, an owl tapped on her study window while she was reading to Alyssa. The catchers were on their way, with Neville in tow. She took a deep breath and picked up her daughter, carrying her down to Draco's study. "Draco, love? Will you take your sister? I've got some business to handle downstairs." The young man stood up from his desk and went to his mother. "Of course, Mother. Hermione and I were about to go down to the river to sit for a while. We'd be happy to take her with us." For once, the mention of her son's slave didn't faze her, since she was just so intent on getting her daughter out of the house. She couldn't risk letting Alyssa have contact with Neville anymore. Her daughter was the most important thing in the world to her and she would do anything to keep her safe. "That will be perfect darling. Just go quickly, please. And don't come back to the house until I send word." Draco nodded and took his sister, but stopped his mother before she left. "Mother. Are they on their way?" "Yes dear," she said, then left and went to the sitting room to wait for the knock at the door. 36 comments|post comment

Alone [Tue, April 29th, 2008 @ 10:40pm] hr_neville Neville pulled his sleeve down over his cuff for about the thousandth time. Hogwarts. He was going to Hogwarts. It was the fifth day of his liberation, and it was getting dark. He'd slept the first night in the little clearing where he'd woken up, since it seemed pretty deserted most of the time, but he figured he wasn't very far from the manor, and it was best to get away as soon as possible. He'd looked around until he figured out more or less where he was, keeping as under the radar as he could. He counted himself lucky that for some reason he was wearing his gardening things, which were considerably more low-profile than his white shirt and trousers. He'd walked what felt like a hundred miles, and he'd made it as far as London. The city was not as busy as he remembered - there was a gloomy, dark atmosphere to it. More than usual. He didn't dare get a lift, and it was a bloody long way to Scotland. He found a half-decent meal of discarded food in a nearby dustbin and started looking around for a place to sleep. Turning a corner, he was shocked to find that he was on the street where Purge & Dowse Ltd used to be. Starting to run, he hurried towards it, shocked to find that it was still there. He didn't dare go in, though as he went to walk past, a wizard casually wearing long dark robes came through the entrance and almost bumped into him. "Watch where you're going, Muggle," the man growled. Neville nodded quickly and ran on. When he reached the next Alleyway he ducked inside and breathed heavily. He was a breath away from the place his parents had died. He crept down the Alley and out to the other side, where the graveyard was. It was closed - he had to climb clumsily over the low wall to get in. He saw it almost immediately. It was a mound, a huge mound about ten metres square. Here was where they put all the patients they hadn't thought worth keeping. Here were his mum and dad. He fell to his knees at the edge and put his hand on the grass that had grown there. There was no marking, no sign to say who lay here. No respect for the Aurors who had spent the last twenty years of their lives wasting away. "Hi," he whispered. "It's me. I'm back." But as usual, there was no answer. The moon was high in the sky by now, making the gravestones eerily silver. Neville didn't care. He curled up at the foot of the mound in the shelter of a nearby plinth, and shivered a little until he fell asleep. ----- He was rudely awakened the next morning by a rush of cold water. He sat up, spluttering, his head and shoulders completely soaked, and now, freezing. The sun was barely up. He blinked up at his aggressor, a short, heavily-built man who smelt like dead meat. Charming. "Get out, drunk!" he barked. "Only dead people allowed to sleep in here." Neville nodded, and stood up, shaking the water out of his jacket. Suddenly there was a strong grip on his arm. "What's that on your neck?" Neville's heart skipped a beat. "Nothing. Just an old scar." He pulled away. The man let go of him, but only to grab his arm and pull back the sleeve. "AHA! Runaway slave, eh?" "No," Neville said, tugging. "Let me go." "Don't think so," said the man, pulling out a grubby wand that certainly resembled its owner in its stubbiness. "Slaves fetch a good price on the black market." "What's wrong with the regular market?" Neville muttered, before kicking the man where it would most definitely hurt and marking his escape. He hadn't gone far, however, before everything went dark. - His head pounded. He groaned. "There you are. Feel a bit iffy, do you?" Neville coughed and opened his eyes with some difficulty. There was something hard crusted over them - blood, he guessed from the smell of it. "Hit your noggin on a gravestone," said the man. "Took me a good half hour to clean the blood off the marble." The man was sitting on a chair at a desk in a room that resembled a guinea-pig's cage. Except the cage part was currently around Neville. It was about three feet high and two feet wide. He groaned again. "They'll be here in a few minutes," said the man. "Who?" he asked. His throat felt thick and dusty. "The ones who are going to pay me a tidy sum for your Mudblood arse," the man sniggered. Neville didn't bother to correct him. He inspected the cage - it was crude, but the bars were thick and the lock was enormous. He was well and truly stuck. Footsteps outside. The graveyard man went out, and Neville heard muffled voices. Then there was an exclamation and the door burst open. Neville flinched as a rough, stubbled face came up against the bars of the cage. "Description fits," said the face. "What's your name?" Neville didn't answer. "Suit yourself," he said. "Open it," he ordered the graveyard man, who passed him the key. Neville found himself dragged out of the cage, his head spinning, and his cuff inspected. "It's him," said the new man with glee. "We're gonna be rich." "What about me?" whined the graveyard man. "You'll get what you were promised, and that's all," said the new man, holding Neville's elbows in a fiercely tight grip. "Pay him, Tino." A second man threw a bag of coins at the graveyard man, and together they dragged Neville through the door and out into the sunlight. Neville winced as it pierced his eyes and his head pounded even more. "No whining, rat," snapped the first man, and Neville's fears were confirmed. Ratcatchers. There was another man waiting by the van, and he and Tino forced Neville into the back where he was chained to the wall and a bag put over his head. They put a collar around his neck so tight he could hardly breathe and ordered him not to speak as they played cards. After what felt like hours he attempted to ask for some water, and the next thing he knew he saw stars. They moved him to another cage, then, somewhere inside with a hot fire blazing. He was close to it - the heat burned his side and he could see the light through the bag, but it was not comforting in the slightest. After a while he slept, and when he woke up it was dark. They didn't feed him, and he began to feel lightheaded. Occasionally he tried to ask where he was, but they only hit him until he stopped talking. They spoke to each other in low voices so that he could rarely hear what they said. He heard Narcissa's name a few times, and various sums of money. He could only imagine they were negotiating. He might have been there two days, or three, when he felt the cage rattle and he was once again dragged out of the cage again and bundled back into the Ratcatcher's van. This time there was no doubt in his mind where he was going. Home. post comment

Slavenapped! [Sun, April 27th, 2008 @ 12:58pm] hr_neville Neville did his best not to tread on Alyssa as he worked, trimming the hedge as humanely as he could. Narcissa and Richard were sitting together on a blanket nearby, but Alyssa insisted on trailing him around, asking a constant stream of babbling questions, half of which he had no idea how to answer. Did worms have eyes? Why not? How do they see? Why does this stem have two leaves and the other has three? He shook his head and did his best, though he couldn't help feeling a little proud that she was so interested. He finished the row and picked her up, earning a squeal of delight "Right, pain," he said to her. "Time for a break." She clapped. "Food!" He rolled his eyes. "You know if you're hungry, there's a whole picnic right over there." He carried her over to the others, his fingers leaving dirty fingerprints on her outdoor dress. He could already see Richard giving him disapproving looks. 47 comments|post comment

Meetings [Sat, April 12th, 2008 @ 10:33pm] hr_neville Neville waited nervously in the hall. He was lucky, he supposed, that he got to talk to Hermione unsupervised (as far as he knew, though he didn't doubt Malfoy would be peeking in somehow) but it didn't do much to subdue his uneasiness. Before long, Malfoy walked out of the room, bumping carelessly into Neville as he left. Neville carefully watched him go before ducking around the door that he'd left open. "Hermione?" 139 comments|post comment

[Thu, April 3rd, 2008 @ 8:41pm] purebloodcissa Time had been passing smoothly throughout Neville's recovery, and even though he still had a ways to go before he was fully healed, Cissa was fine with letting him watch Alyssa again alone, confident that he didn't need any held. So while he was tending to her daughter, Cissa was in her study, catching up on letters and paperwork, when she was startled by a tapping at the window. Standing up a stretching, Cissa went to the window to answer the incessant tapping. As soon as she opened the window, a large black owl swooped in and dropped a small box on her desk before leaving. It was Bella's owl. Instantly her heartbeat quickened and she closed the window and hurried to the doorway. "Neville!" she called, not knowing where he was. "We've got a problem!" 32 comments|post comment

[Sun, March 30th, 2008 @ 9:06pm] purebloodcissa It had been about a week since Neville's kidnapping, and he was still bedridden, leaving Cissa to take care of her daughter and her slave. Despite taking on his duties and the duties of being his nurse, the house seemed to be running smoothly. Richard hadn't been around for the past few days, as his work load had increased, but Cissa was alright with that. She knew Richard didn't like Neville, and wasn't entirely comfortable around her daughter, so everything seemed to be working out nicely. It was early in the afternoon and Cissa had brought Alyssa outside for a walk through the gardens, and to teach her a little bit about the plants, even though the toddler wasn't really taking it all in. "You just like to look at them, don't you," she grinned, tickling Alyssa lightly. The little girl grinned and reached down to point to a yellow daisy. "Mummy," she said. "Lyssa want take Doggy flower." Cissa smiled and helped her daughter gather a bundle of flowers. Then she lifted her up onto her hip and carried her to Neville's room, where she let the little girl knock on the door. 56 comments|post comment

Dun dundundun DUN [Fri, March 28th, 2008 @ 11:00am] hr_neville "Stowee!" "Another one?" "Stoweeee!" Neville sighed. "Lyssa, it's way past your bedtime. If your Mum came home and I was still reading you stories..." he shook his head. They were sitting on his bed in what had sort of become his new bedroom. It was just down the hallway from the nursery, meaning he was on call for every little upset during the night. She liked to sit in here with him, and he didn't mind the company, so he indulged her. Alyssa picked up a book from the pile on the bed. They were wizarding children's stories, some of which Neville was familiar with, and some of which he was sure were at least partly to blame for the half-human creature that was Draco Malfoy. He looked at the one she'd chosen and winced. "No way, Alyssa." ( Read me ) 115 comments|post comment

[Mon, March 24th, 2008 @ 8:45pm] purebloodcissa ( Talkin and Sexin ) 70 comments|post comment

[Thu, March 20th, 2008 @ 8:21am] purebloodcissa Sitting at her vanity, Cissa brushed her hair slowly and looked over at Alyssa, whom she had sat on the vanity. "It's an exciting day sweetie," she grinned, reaching out to tickle the toddler. "Mummy top!" the girl giggled. "Alright, love, Mummy'll stop." She smiled again and put her brush down, lifting Alyssa and sitting her in her lap before snapping for an elf. "Send Neville in, will you?" she said before picking the brush back up to brush Alyssa's hair. "Richard's coming here today, I want you to your best, darling. He's been wanting to see you for the longest time." 36 comments|post comment

Return [Wed, March 19th, 2008 @ 10:33am] hr_neville It was the last day. The last chance. Neville could feel his heart thumping in his throat, but he did his best to hide it from Alyssa, who was so tired she looked about ready to drop where she sat. "Come on," he begged her. "Just a little longer. Can you see anything?" "No," she said sulkily. "I hot." "All right," he said, pulling her away from the fire. "Merlin, I wish I knew where your mother had got to..." He did know. She was in the library, frantically looking up ways to 'prove' Alyssa's magical ability. "Lets play with the balls," he said, picking up three brightly coloured balls. "Come on. Take them." She gave him a look that was so reminiscent of her adoptive mother that he very nearly wince. "Look," he said with frustration. "A bad man is coming in less than an hour and he wants to see you move the balls without touching them. If you don't, he'll take you away, all right? So you have to try." Tears filled her eyes. "Oh shit," he said, realising that this may not be the best way to bargain with a two year old, but he was tired, they both were, and he was afraid for her... "I'm sorry, Alyssa, I shouldn't have -" "BALL!" she shouted. The green ball flew out of Neville's hand and thwacked firmly into Alyssa's chubby little grip. She stared at it. Neville gaped. "Impressive," said a dry, high-pitched voice from the doorway. A chill ran instantly down Neville's spine as he turned to find himself face to face with his worst nightmare. Alyssa turned too and squeaked in fright. Instinctively, Neville pulled her into his arms and stood up, keeping his eyes on the study carpet. Alyssa had no such reservations. "Where's your nose?" she asked Voldemort. Neville could have choked. "I see your guardian has yet to teach you manners," the Dark Lord intoned. "She's only two, sir," Neville mumbled. "Please sir, my mistress is in the library..." "Then I shall wait for her," he announced, settling himself in Narcissa's usual chair. "Can you do that again, Miss Malfoy?" She blinked at him. Neville whispered to her. "Ball!" she said confidently. One of the dropped items wafted slowly toward her hand. "Ah," said Voldemort. "A little less power that time." "With respect sir, she's very tired," Neville said. A part of him couldn't believe he was actually conversing with the man who'd killed one of his best friends. 54 comments|post comment

[Thu, March 13th, 2008 @ 8:56pm] purebloodcissa Cissa fell out of the carriage onto the gravel path, her body and spirit bruised after three days locked away in Voldemort's chambers. She knew her visit to him was going to be neither short nor pleasant, nor would her "sincere apology," but she never imagined it would be the torture that it was. Voldemort had a fondness for knives; one of the many things she learned about him. As the carriage drove away, she was left to crawl to the front door. It took a while, but she finally reached the door, then found herself unable to get up and open it. So she took off her shoe and proceeded to beat on the door, hoping Neville or one of the elves would come for her. 32 comments|post comment

[Wed, March 12th, 2008 @ 10:01pm] purebloodcissa Wringing her hands, Cissa paced the sitting room, shaking nervously. She received an owl that morning informing her that Voldemort would be visiting that afternoon. He must have heard of Alyssa's adoption. Either that or. . . no, he couldn't know about Neville. How could he know that? She'd been nervous all morning, so she'd sent Neville upstairs to fetch the bottle of brandy from her study cabinet, but he'd been gone almost twenty minutes. "Where is he?" she asked herself, sighing and running a hand through her hair. "Neville! Where are you!" she called, hoping he was on his way. 81 comments|post comment

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