Chapter 2
The Death Eaters returned to Malfoy Manor under the cover of darkness, their cloaks billowing ominously as they entered the grand estate. The air was heavy with tension as they made their way through the corridors, their footsteps echoing against the marble floors.
At the heart of the manor, in a dimly lit chamber adorned with opulent furnishings, Bellatrix Lestrange awaited their return.
Bellatrix Lestrange, her dark eyes glittering with anticipation, stood at the centre of the chamber, her long hair cascading over her shoulders like a dark waterfall. As the Death Eaters entered, she turned to regard them with a mixture of curiosity and impatience.
"Report," she demanded, her voice cutting through the silence like a whip.
"We counted fifty Aurors, eighteen Order members including the Longbottoms—"
Bellatrix's lip curled into a sneer at the mention of the Longbottoms. "And what of their defences? Did they put up a fight?"
"Powerful but unorganised, un like the kids—"
Bellatrix's sneer deepened at the mention of the children who had thwarted them before. "Those brats," she spat, her voice dripping with contempt. "They dare to challenge us, to defy the Dark Lord."
Bellatrix: "Numbers?"
there were Approximately twenty-five Aurors and about fifty one backup from which twenty order members and Thirty-one kids—"
Bellatrix's eyes narrowed, a dangerous glint flickering in the depths of her gaze. She took a step forward, her presence commanding and intimidating. The Death Eater who had spoken shifted uncomfortably under her scrutiny.
"—And one angel."
"One... angel?" Bellatrix's tone shifted, her curiosity piqued as she fixed her gaze on the Death Eater who had spoken. "Explain."
"Yes, my Lady. It's the cedric kid, the one that wormtail killed."
"Cedric Diggory? Are you certain?"
The Death Eater nodded, his expression grim. "Yes, my Lady. We reconist him, and he said so, he did more damage to the ministry than we or the demons did."
Bellatrix's expression darkened, a mixture of disbelief and fury contorting her features. "How is this possible?" she hissed, her voice laced with venom. "Diggory was supposed to be dead, a mere pawn in our game."
"Potter was not there," the Death Eater continued, sensing Bellatrix's rising anger.
Bellatrix's eyes blazed with a dangerous intensity as she processed the information. "Potter..." she muttered, the name dripping from her lips like poison. "He's always been the thorn in our side."
"Good job," Bellatrix said, her tone icy as she addressed the Death Eaters. "With this information, the Ministry will be his, dismist."
Rodolphus and Alecto walked through the halls of Malfoy Manor.
"Rodolphus ,"a snively voice cold out, Peter Pettigrew approached
them, his eyes darting nervously around the dimly lit hallway.
"What do you want, Wormtail?" Alecto sneered, her tone dripping with disdain.
Peter flinched at the tone, but he quickly composed himself, his small frame straightening as he addressed them."The Dark Lord wants you to pick up some things."
"What kind of things?" Rodolphus asked, her voice cool and composed.
"Food for humans and snakes, potion ingredients, Garrick Ollivander, and the Weasley twins."
"Understood,we'll take care of it."
Peter nodded eagerly. "Good, good, and your wife wants spaghetti extra cheese."
…
"Okay I want the extra cheese, but she does want spaghetti."
With that, Peter scurried away, disappearing around a corner and leaving Harry and Tonks alone in the hallway.
"What do we do," Tonks whispered, his voice barely audible.
"We go grocery shopping."
The sudden pop echoed through the air as Rodolphus and Alecto Apparated to their destination, reappearing in a secluded alleyway not far from Diagon Alley. The hustle and bustle of the wizarding world surrounded them, but they remained hidden from view, concealed by the shadows.
A kwik trip to the grocery store later, Rodolphus and Alecto found themselves standing outside of Ollivander 's Wand Shop, their hearts pounding with anticipation. The shop appeared quiet and deserted, its windows dark and its door tightly shut.
Alecto glanced at Rodolphus , her expression determined. "Let's do this," she said, her voice steady despite the nerves that fluttered in her stomach.
nodded, his grip tightening on his wand. "Right behind you."
Together, they approached the door of the wand shop, their senses on high alert for any sign of danger. With a quick glance to ensure they were still concealed from view, Harry reached out and turned the doorknob, the door creaking open on its hinges.
"Ollivander?" Tonks called out, her voice echoing through the quiet shop. "Are you here?"
A flicker of movement caught their attention, and they turned to see a figure emerging from the shadows. It was Garrick Ollivander, his eyes sharp and alert despite his frail appearance. He regarded the intruders with a mix of curiosity and wariness.
"What do you want with me?" Ollivander asked, his voice a whisper that seemed to fill the entire shop.
"You're on the grocery list so we are either just kidnapping you or feeding you to the werewolves."
Alecto shot Rodolphus a reproachful look at his blunt statement, but Ollivander merely chuckled, a hint of amusement in his voice. "Ah, I see. Well, I suppose I don't have much of a choice in the matter, do I?"
"The dark Lord's will shall be done."
"Do we know, please the dark Mark?"
"But he's not dead."
"Don't they also do it for kidnappings:"
"Ok, do you know the spell?"
"No."
"Morsmordre."
A shimmering, green Dark Mark erupted from Ollivander's wand, casting an eerie glow over the shop. The skull and serpent floated above them, a sinister symbol of Voldemort's power.
"So who are you, really?
Harry and Tonks exchanged a quick, wary glance. They had to tread carefully now, their cover potentially blown by Ollivander's quick wit and suspicion.
"It's me, Harry Potter, and this is Tonks. We're in disguise."
Ollivander's eyes widened in surprise, but his expression quickly turned grave. "Harry Potter... Tonks... You shouldn't be here. This place is dangerous. If Voldemort finds out—"
"We know the risks," Harry interrupted, his voice firm. "But we need your help, Ollivander. "
"Let's get out of here."
Together, they ushered Ollivander out of the shop and into the alleyway, their senses on high alert for any sign of danger. The streets of Diagon Alley were eerily quiet, the usual hustle and bustle replaced by an ominous silence.
A sudden pop echoed through the air as Rodolphus and Alecto Apparated to their destination, appearing before Malfoy Manor with Ollivander in tow. The grand estate loomed before them, its dark, imposing structure a stark contrast to the quiet night. They moved swiftly, their captive silent but alert.
They were met by a group of Death Eaters, their expressions a mix of curiosity and suspicion. At the head of the group stood Bellatrix Lestrange, her dark eyes gleaming with a manic intensity.
"Well, well," she purred, her voice dripping with mockery. "Look what the cat dragged in. Ollivander, our elusive wandmaker. The Dark Lord will be pleased."
Ollivander stood tall despite the danger, his demeanour calm and resolute. "Bellatrix," he acknowledged, his voice steady. "I trust you find my presence satisfactory."
Bellatrix's smile widened, a predator's grin. "More than satisfactory. But your cooperation is expected."
Rodolphus stepped forward, addressing Bellatrix directly. "The Weasley twins were not at home, Honey."
Bellatrix's expression darkened at the mention of the missing Weasley twins. Her eyes narrowed dangerously as she fixed her gaze on Rodolphus. "What do you mean they were not at home?"
"The sign said visiting family for a few weeks."
Bellatrix's grip tightened on her wand, her knuckles turning white with suppressed rage. "Visiting family," she repeated, her voice low and dangerous. "How convenient."
"We are going back tomorrow to see if they are back."
"Okay, bring him to the sale and then you to our room."
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Bellatrix room was a large chamber with a wide window looking out onto the courtyard. The walls were adorned with tapestries depicting scenes of war and destruction. In the center of the room was a grand four poster bed with red velvet drapes.
Rodolphus entered the room, closing the door behind him. He could see Bellatrix already undressing. He smiled as he approached her, his hands moving to her back. He began to undo the buttons on her dress, his touch gentle.
Bellatrix sighed, her body relaxing into his touch. She let the dress fall to the ground, turning to face him. Rodolphus's gaze roamed over her body, his breath catching at the sight of her pale breasts. He leaned in, his lips brushing against hers.
"Bellatrix ," Rodolphus purred, his fingers threading through her hair. "I have missed you."
"Yes yes I know." Bellatrix replied, rolling her eyes. "Now come fuck me already. I need it."
Bellatrix was naked save for her black silk stockings and lace panties. She threw herself onto the bed, spreading her legs wide. Rodolphus could see her pink wet pussy peeking out of her panties. His cock twitched in his pants, his desire for her growing by the second.
He moved towards her, kneeling between her legs. He pulled down her panties, revealing her shaved cunt. It glistened in the dim light of the room, a drop of her juices clinging to her pussy lips. Rodolphus's mouth watered at the sight of her wet pussy. He bent down, his tongue flicking out to lick her pussy lips.
"Ohhh!" Bellatrix moaned, arching her back off the bed. "that is new, Rodolphus."
His tongue teased her clit, his teeth nibbling on it lightly. Her hips jerked off the bed as he sucked on it. Bellatrix gasped, her pleasure growing. "Oh god!" She cried out as he inserted two fingers inside her, fucking her roughly with them while he licked her clit.
Her legs began to shake, her body trembling as she came. Her pussy clamped down on Rodolphus' fingers, milking them for all they were worth.
Bellatrix collapsed back onto the bed, panting heavily. Her legs fell apart limply, exposing her gaping hole. Rodolphus smiled, his cock throbbing at the sight of her drenched pussy.
He quickly unzipped his pants, pulling out his hard cock. Bellatrix watched as he stroked it, her eyes widening at the sight of it.
"You have grown big since last time we fucked."
"I have found a charm."
Rodolphus positioned himself at her entrance, pressing against her folds. Bellatrix gasped as he slid deep inside her. Her pussy was tight, squeezing him like a vice. His balls pressed flush against her ass cheeks.
He began to pump into her slowly, letting her adjust to his size. Bellatrix groaned, her arms wrapping around his neck. "Fuck me harder," she growled, her nails digging into his shoulder blades.
Rodolphus grunted, his hips slamming into her with renewed vigour. He grabbed her thighs, lifting her up so that her knees were over his shoulders. His cock slid deeper into her pussy, rubbing against her sweet spot. Bellatrix screamed, her nails raking down his back. "Fuck!" She cried out as she came again.
Rodolphus felt her pussy clench down on him, milking his cock for all it was worth. He continued to thrust into her, his balls drawing up tight. With one final thrust he exploded into her, his cock pulsing as it shot his load deep into her womb. Bellatrix shuddered beneath him, her body trembling as she came once more.
Her pussy squeezed down on his cock, milking every last drop of his seed.
Rodolphus groaned, his cock twitching inside her.
He pulled out, his softening cock slipping out of her with a plop. Bellatrix lay back on the bed, her eyes half lidded as she watched him. Her pussy was covered in his cum, a small rivulet of it leaking out of her.
He collapsed onto the bed beside her, pulling her close to him. He kissed her neck, his lips moving up to her ear. "I love you." He whispered.
Bellatrix smiled, her eyes closing. "I love you too." She murmured, her breath slowing as she drifted off to sleep. Rodolphus held her close, his own eyes closing as he fell asleep.