The Pureblood Coup

Sheherazade: I'm glad Plath's poetry is your cup of tea. It worked extremely well to have those two poems
for it. One for Voldemort and one for Bellatrix, as they are both the engines behind the plot, for they are the most "important" characters. But Narcissa, Lucius, and Draco and Snape and Greyback will also be "major" characters. I think I have set a good atmosphere, but the story so far has been unable to draw others in. I hope to get other readers, once the ball gets rolling.









Continuation of....




Chapter One: Dark Side of the Moon




Voldemort looked into the steely, cold gray eyes of Lucius Malfoy. “What is it, Lucius?,” was questioned by him lazily.




Lucius stepped into the meager light that the guttering, poisonous candle was giving off. He had to practically drag Narcissa, whose feet would not cooperate. They could see how Lucius's gray eyes no longer held that calculating glint they had once before. They were sunken, dark circles under them. His long hair no longer stylishly kept, but straggly.




Despite his appearance, Malfoy managed to keep up airs, his voice still carrying that purr of aristocratic pride: “My lord… my wife and I have a proposition to bequest of you in regards to our only son, Draco.”




Voldemort’s scarlet eyes flashed with a brief instant of understanding. He thought he knew. He thought he saw what they wanted. Lucius waited for his master to speak first, his jaw set determinedly.




“Go on…,” Voldemort beckoned, lacking affect.




“We ask that you grant Draco the privilege to return for his last year at Hogwarts so that he may be a fully qualified wizard. Please, My lord.”




The tips of Voldemort’s long fingers were brought together in a diplomatic gesture. Voldemort paused for a moment, marsheling his many thoughts. Then in a raspy bark he spoke, “Yaxley, Selwyn, Travers…leave us!”




The three Death Eaters who were not currently residents of Malfoy Manor departed, bowing dramatically at their master and with a whooshing of cloaks they were gone.




“I understand the precariousness of the situation of your family dilemma. Draco’s future is significant to me, but this is in the sense of his service. As a Death Eater, he must abide by my laws. He cannot follow my orders while at school, as was certainly proven so last year. Therefore, Draco is not to return for another year, despite his status of Pureblood.”




Bellatrix glowered at her sister’s husband and broke in, “ The time has come for sacrifice. Profess your undying devotion for our Lord at once, Lucius!”




“But assure me my son will always have the protection of your good graces?! My lord…I beg you!”




Narcissa had beseechingly screamed it, and for the first time ever, looked at Lord Voldemort, full in the skull-white face. In a second, she averted her blue eyes back to the floor.




Lucius, Bellatrix, and Voldemort regarded the slender and slight Narcissa Malfoy in varying mixtures of shock at her outburst.




“Ah, Narcissa. I shall grant you that peace of mind within reason....When it is necessary.”




Narcissa again looked up at Voldemort, relief spreading on her thin face. The lip-less mouth of the Dark Lord responded, with a slow creepy smile directed only at Lucius’s wife.




But Lucius was not as trusting as his wife. He had seen how unequitable the Dark Lord could be, when made to give up his wand with Voldemort’s reminder of how he had obtained Lucius’s liberty. But now, Lucius’s wand was broken, even if it was by accident, and the Dark Lord did not even ask their prisoner, Ollivander to make a replacement. And so, Malfoy had finally learnt his lesson: Voldemort would always require the better bargain, there was no fair deal to be made with the Dark Lord.




Malfoy demanded his voice inflecting hoarseness, “Forgive my brashness, My lord…Have we not allowed you use of our property for your headquarters? I would appreciate your clear explanation, and not an ambiguous promise. How much more must I prove my loyalty, if only for an exchange in Draco’s safety?!”




Bellatrix huffed angrily, her ice-cold hands closing around her wand, tempted to curse her brother in-law. Voldemort contained an inner surge of his own anger, the snake-like features growing taut.




“This is not the question of your loyalty, Lucius. You…as former man of the house have chosen to bequeath me that title, of course. It comes down to Naricissa’s chance to surrender her allegiance. And when your wife proves herself, I shall extend Draco reasonable confidence his master holds him in continuous esteem.”




Narcissa stood by her husband, looking like she was struggling to get up the courage to speak again.




“What could my wife possibly do for you my Lord? She does not have a Dark Mark, you cannot expect the Death Eaters to accept her as one of us.”




Bellatrix nodded in agreement to Lucius, and she pulled her sleeve up, planting a smooch on the skull of her own Dark Mark.




Voldemort did not answer Lucius's query at once. The gleaming red eyes drifted, until he was regarding Narcissa with a strange curiosity. Naricssa finally looked up at Lucius adoringly, almost smiling, thinking how their son would be granted autonomous protection.




As if magnetically drawn, Voldemort practically catapulted into Narcissa’s space. “Ah, yes…,” he remarked. Then touched her blonde hair that was almost silverly, as it was going gray from the stress of the war, and she had not dyed it. Voldemort stroked some of the strands, and Narcissa’s quaint frame shuddered. She took a step back instinctively and then halted.




“A little spell in the tower will do. She did not hold a stint in Azkaban like you did Lucius, nor you Bellatrix. Instead, she is to prove faith in her husband’s master through becoming my personal sex slave. Not to worry, little lady of the house…It is only temporary….” He patted Narcissa’s head fondly like she were a child. “Narcissa shall keep company for the waste…or as the world calls them…the Veelas.”




Lucius seemed to crumple into a heap. He was like a sad old man deprived of the fruits that had once made him happy. Lucius had cheated on his wife already, getting to pleasure a Veela a few times since last year and subsequently before that, many others. He knew Voldemort had arranged his Death Eater, Walden Macnair to kidnap Veela two years ago when he went on his mission to parlay with the Giants. They were to be used as rewards for the Death Eaters. Voldemort himself had not bothered with the Veelas at all.




Narcissa, meanwhile was resolute, but passive, her voice trailing away meekly, “Obedient, I am… to protect my only son…” She already felt a million miles away, like she was no longer apart of herself.




Bellatrix’s eyes narrowed so far, nobody could see them. Revulsion appeared on her face, pouting those dangerously red lips.




She eyed Voldemort, batting her spidery lashes. “Precedence would make it rather difficult for intimacy with Cissy, My lord.”




Voldemort looked unperturbed but focused on his whore of a Death Eater calmly. “The Malfoys have bestowed their home on me, Bellatrix. I am simply returning Lucius’s hospitality by giving his wife a gift. Narcissa will learn how special it is to experience pleasure from the Dark Lord.”




Even though it contradicted what Voldemort really thought of it all, he acted like it was an honor for Narcissa. In reality, he was going to make sure the Malfoy family as a whole would be humiliated somehow.




“Their home…is my home, My lord….” Bellatrix answered, scrunching her brows pensively. She seemed to be thinking hard for a solution to the disappointing circumstance.