Young Bella and Roddy - a Blast From The Past
Who: Bellatrix Black and Rodolphus Lestrange
When: summer after their first year at Hogwarts
Where: home, in Northumberland
Rating: tba, but probably high, consider the source



The first year at Hogwarts was over, and what a year it had been, more exciting than Rodolphus had ever thought possible. So many firsts, so many possibilities. Even at his young age, he knew that magic was a force in his life to be reckoned with, it had been pretty much installed in him since birth. It was and would remain his life, and this he knew. He had been sorted into the house where all great dark wizards came from, taking his place among his peers.

And shalt be what thou art promised...

Prophetic words indeed.

Best of all, he had Bellatrix there by his side to celebrate. Bella, his best friend and constant companion. There was no one like her in the whole world, and he appreciated her uniqueness greatly. He spent as much time with her at school as he could, and back at home, it was only natural that they be together. He had taught her how to kill, and they had gloried in the spilling of blood, sharing in the bloodlust that consumed them more often than that, a preoccupation that transcended everything else, as well as their shared interest in the blade - Rodolphus adored her for that, of course. There were no other females like her, anywhere.

It was a bright summer day, but they were in the woods between their homes. Rodolphus was annoyed and aggravated, his nose out of joint at an imagined slight by a house elf, and he was using the knife to carve up the corpse of a small squirrel they had killed, deftly eviscerating it - either one could perform an autopsy at a moment's notice, they were so skilled at it. He squatted over the body, mumbling oaths of great profanity, his face flushed in his irateness.



Killing me Softly, Roberta Flack