The Pureblood Coup
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Harry Potter › General
Rating:
Adult ++
Chapters:
58
Views:
41,263
Reviews:
137
Recommended:
0
Currently Reading:
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Dark Side of the Moon 4
Sheherazade: Yep, your exactly right. Narcissa will have to pay big time. It is going to be really bad for her marriage. I hope to get more readers too...other people are more than welcome to review. I'll even except intelligent criticism..if you don't like it other people...tell me. At least I know you read it. But I hope you do like it....
“Yes…this pleases me very much, Bella. We shall have, what is to be a ceremonial collaboration after our success. Lucius and Narcissa,” Voldemort turned his head. “are in charge, making the plans to honor me. I am sure they will do it justice…and you, Narcissa. I make you queen of the night. All for the reason that they may recognize you.”
The pupils of Bellatrix’s eyes had dilated from the excitement, and that the Dark Lord had approved of her, allowing the party to happen. But in an instant, her expression went back to jealous fury. Shouldn’t she be the Queen? The woman who had thought of it?
Bellatrix moved closer to Voldemort, and simultaneously Narcissa shrank if possible to looking even more small and insignificant.
“Bella…you are my top lieutenant,” he lied, as he now considered Severus Snape to be in that position. “You are the most faithful servant…but fair Narcissa is much more a queen than your dark exterior could ever be.”
Bellatrix’s face suffused into an ugly, blotchy red, her mouth pursed like she had tasted something sour.
“But My lord…I am the first born Pureblood of my generation…in the noble and most ancient house of Black. Cissy was only ever the baby. She does not understand what it is to be your Queen…,” Bellatrix paused then added sarcastically, “She’ll spend the whole duration doing her favorite pastime: dancing!”
“Enough childish complaints, Bella….Yet it so happens, having her dance is a splendid suggestion. Yes…At some point, Narcissa is to dance with the Veelas.”
Narcissa at these words clutched her throat, nauseated and barely drawing a breath. Lord Voldemort might have asked her to attend the occasion naked. Her thoughts now concerned how the entire Wizarding artistocracy in Great Britain would witness Lucius’s wife in comparison to less than human Veelas! For Narcissa, the whole night was sure to be a nightmare.
Lucius expelled an incredulous sneer at this order, for it would embarrass him equally. Voldemort appraised Lucius, hiding his satisfaction that the man was not sitting well with the plans for his wife.
“But you know, Lucius of the trials and sacrifices one must make for, all to ensure my reign. Something you desire even more so than you desire your wife. I would think this experience to discipline you. Your desire for my reign surpasses the mere sexual gratification of having your Pureblood mate. Does it not, Lucius?”
“Yes - My lord, of course,” Lucius said through gritted teeth.
“Very well…we have prepared for the coup and this honorary celebration in my name. Lucius you are to spread the news to the Death Eaters over this occasion to come this Saturday evening at my summoning. Tell them to create portkeys to enter the perimeter, as they may bring appropriate guests who will need them.”
Without warning or farewell, Voldemort stalked out of the study and towards the Malfoy’s master bedroom. He had taken over Lucius and Narcissa’s bedchamber a long time ago. Bellatrix followed a second later, to retreat to her own privacy. Now that Voldemort was gone, Narcissa collapsed into Lucius, sobbing.
“Yes…this pleases me very much, Bella. We shall have, what is to be a ceremonial collaboration after our success. Lucius and Narcissa,” Voldemort turned his head. “are in charge, making the plans to honor me. I am sure they will do it justice…and you, Narcissa. I make you queen of the night. All for the reason that they may recognize you.”
The pupils of Bellatrix’s eyes had dilated from the excitement, and that the Dark Lord had approved of her, allowing the party to happen. But in an instant, her expression went back to jealous fury. Shouldn’t she be the Queen? The woman who had thought of it?
Bellatrix moved closer to Voldemort, and simultaneously Narcissa shrank if possible to looking even more small and insignificant.
“Bella…you are my top lieutenant,” he lied, as he now considered Severus Snape to be in that position. “You are the most faithful servant…but fair Narcissa is much more a queen than your dark exterior could ever be.”
Bellatrix’s face suffused into an ugly, blotchy red, her mouth pursed like she had tasted something sour.
“But My lord…I am the first born Pureblood of my generation…in the noble and most ancient house of Black. Cissy was only ever the baby. She does not understand what it is to be your Queen…,” Bellatrix paused then added sarcastically, “She’ll spend the whole duration doing her favorite pastime: dancing!”
“Enough childish complaints, Bella….Yet it so happens, having her dance is a splendid suggestion. Yes…At some point, Narcissa is to dance with the Veelas.”
Narcissa at these words clutched her throat, nauseated and barely drawing a breath. Lord Voldemort might have asked her to attend the occasion naked. Her thoughts now concerned how the entire Wizarding artistocracy in Great Britain would witness Lucius’s wife in comparison to less than human Veelas! For Narcissa, the whole night was sure to be a nightmare.
Lucius expelled an incredulous sneer at this order, for it would embarrass him equally. Voldemort appraised Lucius, hiding his satisfaction that the man was not sitting well with the plans for his wife.
“But you know, Lucius of the trials and sacrifices one must make for, all to ensure my reign. Something you desire even more so than you desire your wife. I would think this experience to discipline you. Your desire for my reign surpasses the mere sexual gratification of having your Pureblood mate. Does it not, Lucius?”
“Yes - My lord, of course,” Lucius said through gritted teeth.
“Very well…we have prepared for the coup and this honorary celebration in my name. Lucius you are to spread the news to the Death Eaters over this occasion to come this Saturday evening at my summoning. Tell them to create portkeys to enter the perimeter, as they may bring appropriate guests who will need them.”
Without warning or farewell, Voldemort stalked out of the study and towards the Malfoy’s master bedroom. He had taken over Lucius and Narcissa’s bedchamber a long time ago. Bellatrix followed a second later, to retreat to her own privacy. Now that Voldemort was gone, Narcissa collapsed into Lucius, sobbing.