100 Times in the Life of...
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Harry Potter › Slash - Male/Male › Draco/Ron
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Harry Potter › Slash - Male/Male › Draco/Ron
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Adult +
Chapters:
6
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1,854
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1
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Killed
This would be the first time that she ended another human life via her own hands; that undeniable evil act the worst sin that could be committed, all in the name of power. A power that she undeniably wanted and if this it what she needed to do to prove her worth then she would. No one could argue her true strength, regardless of the strength of her blood. The poor helpless boy that was shuddering and begging for his life at her feet was nothing more than a step to her ultimate goal. Yes, that was all. Dehumanizing him would make this easier, she hoped. Her hand shook imperceptibly as she raised her wand.
“Avada Kedavra!” She said shrilly, her irregularly high voice betraying her fear and nerves, but it was done. The tell-tale green light and the boy’s slumped figure showed that and she straightened panting slightly hair a mess. She felt his red eyes on her, his approval of her kill and of her.
“You came to me wishing to offer something, did you not?” he hissed. She shivered, ah parseltongue, such a sexual language. She knelt deeply in front of his throne.
“Yes my Lord, I came to offer myself to you.” She replied head bowed submissively. The death eaters around her crowed with laughter, Bellatrix Lestrange’s insane laugh and cat calls raining among the loudest.
“Tell me why.” Lord Voldemort demanded, long pale fingers drumming against the arm of his throne. She nodded without looking up,
“I desire power my Lord, and right now you are the most powerful there is. Besides, it is obvious that you are going to win this war, I’ve seen the Potter boy in action and I must say he is no match for you my Lord.” She answered truthfully, and he grinned.
“Raise your head.” He demanded letting her see his wicked grin, “I accept your offer, and you will be my consort. Your first mission being to bear me a childe!” he said and she came to him with a devilish grin of her own.
“Yes my Lord.” She purred as the death eaters left them in peace, Bellatrix screaming all the way.
“Avada Kedavra!” She said shrilly, her irregularly high voice betraying her fear and nerves, but it was done. The tell-tale green light and the boy’s slumped figure showed that and she straightened panting slightly hair a mess. She felt his red eyes on her, his approval of her kill and of her.
“You came to me wishing to offer something, did you not?” he hissed. She shivered, ah parseltongue, such a sexual language. She knelt deeply in front of his throne.
“Yes my Lord, I came to offer myself to you.” She replied head bowed submissively. The death eaters around her crowed with laughter, Bellatrix Lestrange’s insane laugh and cat calls raining among the loudest.
“Tell me why.” Lord Voldemort demanded, long pale fingers drumming against the arm of his throne. She nodded without looking up,
“I desire power my Lord, and right now you are the most powerful there is. Besides, it is obvious that you are going to win this war, I’ve seen the Potter boy in action and I must say he is no match for you my Lord.” She answered truthfully, and he grinned.
“Raise your head.” He demanded letting her see his wicked grin, “I accept your offer, and you will be my consort. Your first mission being to bear me a childe!” he said and she came to him with a devilish grin of her own.
“Yes my Lord.” She purred as the death eaters left them in peace, Bellatrix screaming all the way.