let's play a game (dora)

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Being held up in the residence of the Malfoys was just not something Bellatrix Lestrange was ready for. It was like going from one prison to the next, though admittedly Malfoy Manor was a much more comfortable one than Azkaban. She was set free last year and forced into the house of her sister along with her husband, Rodolphus. Malfoy Manor was as of late being used as the new headquarters for the Death Eaters. She wasn't too upset at being housed with her sister, but she wasn't a fan of Lucy and she also didn't like being cooped up in one place. She had had enough of that. The Dark Lord had freed her and she was going to do what she damn well pleased.

Bellatrix was a bold woman. No one could deny that. She didn't cower in a corner and she more often than not didn't try to hide herself with charms or potions. She did, however, wear a rather long cloak that hid her features, especially her most notable features like her hair and bone structure. With the hood, Bella was covered from head to toe. She didn't bother trying to hide her walk or the way she carried herself. She wasn't going that out into the public and she would be in Diagon Alley for just a little while. She wanted to find someone. Being higher in the Death Eating ranks, Bella could get almost anyone to do what she wanted. Mrs. Lestrange had decided to have a couple of them take it in turns to follow around her niece.

Nymphadora Tonks was the daughter of Bellatrix's blood traitor sister Andromeda. Bellatrix had disowned her own sister and vowed that she would kill her and any offspring she produced with that muggle born man that she had married. Really, how could the Noble House of Black have such a mark on their family tree. They had Sirius too. Bellatrix smirked, though, when she thought about how she had ended that particular mark on their family name. It was Bellatrix who had killed Sirius. Her own cousin. It just went to show how Bellatrix didn't care who you were, if you weren't loyal to the same cause she was for, she didn't have any problems using the killing curse.

This trip into Diagon Alley wasn't for killing, though. There would be time for that. Instead, Bellatrix just wanted to play a little game. It was her intention to lead Nymphadora Tonks into Knockturn Alley, where Bellatrix would be more protected and more able to move about freely. Her sources had told her that the girl would be in Diagon Alley today and Bella was quick to react to the information. Her sources weren't wrong. She'd have to put in a good word for the two people after she found out what their names were. Belltrix skirted around the buildings, hiding in the shadows until she was close enough to the girl that Nymphadora would be able to hear Bellatrix's words.

Which is exactly what Bellatrix wanted. Keeping close to the building, ready to dash for Knockturn Alley as soon as she was noticed. “Nyyyymphaaaadooooooraaaaa!” Her voice rang out quietly but loud enough that her niece could hear. It rang out almost like an insane song. Her cackle was distinct at the end as she waited for her niece to notice her before heading off in the direction of Knockturn Alley, hoping that her appearance was enough to make the young auror follow.

[nymphadoratonks]

After falling off of her broom a few days back, Dora was more or less anxious to have an excuse to go to the Quidditch shop to just look around, even if she decided not to make a purchase. Just in case her broom did actually break, she wanted to know which model she was going to get. Comet’s had stopped being made, and with Nymphadora’s track record, she feared for her broom’s safety. Well, as much as she could for an inanimate object. But the broom was more than just an inanimate object, it was one of her prized possessions, and she would happily admit it to anyone who asked.

Diagon Alley was not as crowded as it had been the last couple of weeks. Parents were no longer around trying to pick up last minute supplies that they forgot off of their children’s lists; however the pubs seemed to be abnormally full now. Dora wasn’t much of a drinker, but she did stop into the pub for a break usually when she did go to Diagon Alley. But today she wasn’t on duty, ergo there was no need for a drink, and she could stay away from those pubs.

The Quidditch shop was most certainly full of flashy items. The best brooms, robes, books on the sport, and even some balls that weren’t entirely cheap graced its walls. All of the brooms she saw seemed good, and she knew they were much quicker than her Comet 260, but she couldn’t help but think that she was so used to her Comet that if she tried she could probably race one of the newer brooms because of how well she knew how to fly her own. If her broom ever did break, it looked like Dora was not going to be happy with her new one, which meant she had to try to be extremely careful… She let out a small laugh, she was never careful.

She exited the store and decided to window shop a little bit, being that she had nowhere else to go today. She wasn’t going to stay long, as she had wasted a lot of energy on some of the Order meetings, and just really wanted a good nap before dinner. Still there was something that caught her in her tracks. A voice that called out her name and made the hairs on the back of her neck stand.

Bellatrix Lestrange’s voice reached Dora’s ears. He voice made the young auror tense up, and her face blanched significantly. Dora tunred to look around, her wand already drawn as a natural instinct. The moment she saw Bellatrix, the young aruor ran at her, following her into Knockturn Alley. “Bellatrix,” she spat, though she was afraid to say anything else. Being around Bellatrix was one of Nymphadora’s fears, no doubt. The way she stood gave that away, as she didn’t look steady. Tonks pointed her wand at the witch, “What do you want?”

Tonks looked around the Alley… The last time she was there she was badly beaten, and she could feel the memories hit her like a bucket of salt water that was itching to rub into the open wounds that day left behind. The quicker she was finished with Bellatrix, the better off she would be.
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Notes: Sorry it took so long!

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Games were fun. Well, these kinds of games were. Messing with the young Auror's mind would be worth the amount of control it would take not to just kill her off right here. Death, for the moment, wasn't what Bellatrix wanted for her niece. Oh, that was the main goal, of course. Mrs. Lestrange would be wiping out any unpure mark on her family tree. It was like a rose bush – you had to make sure that certain things stayed away from it and from time to time, it needed a little pruning. Eventually, that was what would happen to Nymphadora Tonks. Bellatrix was actually planning on killing her own sister as well and that muggleborn that she had married. But for the moment, she just wanted to play. Bellatrix did not want her niece thinking she was safe. The girl should know that Bellatrix was always about, watching, waiting for the right moment to strike. There was very little about her family that Bellatrix Lestrange did not know.

The older witch darted around buildings as she made her way through Knockturn Alley. This would provide at least some protection. Not that Bellatrix was afraid of being out in the open, but she thought The Dark Lord might not be too thrilled if he learned she had been careless with her appearance. Still, she couldn't miss the chance to toy around with her niece. It wasn't every day that Bellatrix got to get out of the Manor. She cackled as she led her niece around buildings until the Auror spoke to her. What did Bellatrix Lestrange want? Several things, but she figured that the girl was talking about what she wanted specifically with Miss Tonks.

Her lips turned into a pout as she stopped and surveyed her niece's shaky hand. Oh that was almost too easy! Hardly any fun at all! “I'm hurt, Nymphadora. Can't an aunt just want to see her sister's daughter?” That wasn't why she was there, of course, and Bellatrix would be a fool to think that the Tonks girl would buy it. In fact, as if she was sure the girl wouldn't buy the story of why she was here, Mrs. Lestrange's lips curled into a wicked smile. She was confident, though, and had yet to draw her wand. Why should she? With the other girl's body seemingly unstable. Nymphadora Tonks had obviously not been expecting to see her aunt. Excellent.

“Oh, that's not nice.” Her voice was soft and still threatening somehow as she nodded at the Auror's drawn wand. “What do you think you're going to do, Nymphadora? We both know had I wanted you dead you'd be lying on the ground. So obviously I do not wish death upon you... yet.” The curly haired woman smirked and took a step closer. “No, what I want is a nice little chat.” Her head tilted in a sharp movement to her right. “Tell me, how is your little werewolf friend?” Bellatrix knew that Remus Lupin had been changed when he was a kid, seeing as the one who changed him was among the Death Eater ranks. She had also seen him at the Department of Mysteries. So, she'd put two and two together and figured that they at least knew each other. This, however was all she knew. Perhaps she could pick at her niece's brain, though, and hit a bit of a tender spot if she asked enough questions.

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Whatever force had driven Nymphadora to follow into her aunt’s path certainly was no friend to her. Dora could only imagine what Bellatix was up to. It always seemed that whenever Dora was in danger, she could trace it back to Bellatrix because she knew her aunt hated her. The young auror was obviously a bit flustered by the fact that her aunt knew where to find her, though she knew she shouldn’t be. Bellatrix was probably the best stalker in the wizarding world. So great, in fact, that Dora would be willing to bet money that she would make a good snatcher. Then again, Bella’s minions were the ones who helped her locate people. After all, she was an insane, merciless witch, and most people didn’t want to cross onto her bad side, ergo if someone needed to be found for Bella, they were.

Following Bellatrix into Knockturn Alley seemed to be a wise choice when having an impulse. However, Dora should have either tried to fight her, or called on some of the other Order members. Instead, Tonks followed her aunt around almost like a lost puppy. She tried her best to hold her ground, but the way she seemed hunched over and unstable was not aiding her in any way. She was caught off guard, and no adrenaline rush to perk her up seemed present.

Tonks straightened up once her aunt started talking about her mother. Not that Tonks ever considered Bellatrix family, but it was interesting and infuriating at the same time to hear the older witch refer to her family tree. “What do you really want?” She hissed back through slightly gritted teeth, anger building up inside her. She looked at her aunt closely, surveying her hands the most, waiting for them to jerk for her wand.

A chill grazed over Nymphadora’s spine at her aunt’s shrill voice, like nails on a chalk board. She could do a lot with a wand, thank you. Granted, Nymphadora looked weak at the moment, but that didn’t mean that if It came down to the wire she wouldn’t put her all into a damn good fight with Bellatrix. Even though her aunt pointed out the obvious, that Bella could have killed her already, Tonks didn’t lower her wand. Instead she steadied her arm and held out her wand further.

Remus Lupin was a sore spot for Tonks, and she shook her head at the mention of him. Why would Bella even ask about Remus? “What does it matter to you? He’s just another werewolf.” It hurt Tonks to brush him off as if he were nothing, but she sure as hell was not going to let Bellatrix have easy access to a soft spot. In a cool voice she retorted, “How is your husband, or are you still pining for the Dark Lord?
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Notes: Will make pretty later, sorry it’s bad. xD))

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[atrb=border,0,true][atrb=cellSpacing,5,true][atrb=cellPadding,0,true][atrb=style,border: 0px solid 525252;]	[atrb=border,0,true][atrb=cellSpacing,0,true][atrb=cellPadding,0,true][rs=7][atrb=width,350px,true][atrb=height,400px,true][atrb=style, vertical-align: top;background-color: #554660; overflow: auto; padding: 10px; border-radius: 25px;] This was an absolutely brilliant idea. Bellatrix was very pleased with herself at this point and reminded herself that the people who had tracked down her niece could be useful in the future. She wasn't about to let Miss Tonks go unwatched. Mrs. Lestrange had every intention of keeping an eye on the young metamorphagus, who didn't seem to be able to morph all that well – a fact Bellatrix found rather interesting. She couldn't really prove that the girl was unable to change her appearance anymore, but her sources said the girl looked at least mostly the same every time they'd seen her. Bellatrix drew her own conclusion, though she was fully aware she had very little to back up said conclusion. Bellatrix was most definitely the less mentally stable of the two witches. She was known for her cruelty and lack of ability to care for certain people. She doubted that anyone who didn't really know her would even see the more tender side that she showed to her sister. Most people just saw a deranged witch obsessed with the Dark Lord. While that was certainly true of Bellatrix, it would be unwise to underestimate her because of this. Given the opportunity, she could be cunning and attentive, though not usually in the way a sane person would like her to be. She noticed things like the hunched shoulders of her niece and the way that she straightened up when she Bellatrix mentioned how not nice it was to have out her wand. Funny, because Bellatrix herself wasn't nice at all, unless you were in her close knit circle of loyal Death Eaters. Even then she wasn't very nice. Her husband was the closet thing she had to a friend and she didn't even call him that. Her sister was family. She showed more caring toward Cissy than anyone else, but few ever saw it. But she didn't feel the need to answer Nymphadora Tonks, who was also family by blood, even if it was tainted blood. Bellatrix had disowned Nymphadora's mother when she decided to associate with what she now called a husband. But she didn't need to answer Tonks, because she had really gotten what she wanted already. She could tell that the Auror hadn't thought this through, and all Bella really wanted was to play a few little mind games and mess with the girl's head. That seemed to have been accomplished, but why not push it further? “Oh but he isn't just another werewolf, is he?” That demented smile spread across the dark-haired witch's face. Almost a wicked smirk. “I've noticed he hasn't joined the other werewolves. Why do you think that is Nymphadora?” Her voice was mockingly polite, the edge of crazy dripping from the tone. The mention of the Dark Lord was more of a blow than the mention of her own husband. Rodolphus wasn't someone she loved and therefore had trouble feeling anything for him. She trusted him more than the others and they shared similar interests. That was about the extent of it. The older witch smirked again. “Careful now, Nymphadora.” Her voice was now laced with a threat. “Wouldn't want to upset anyone. Not when the conversation was going so well.”
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CAN'T READ MY,
CAN'T READ MY,
NO SHE CANT READ MY POKER FACE.
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Why was Tonks just standing there, not doing anything to her aunt? Not even attempting to fight her, though her wand was still out and ready to cast a spell at any moment if needed. She absolutely hated being here, feeling so vulnerable when there really was no reason to. Dora always felt vulnerable against any of the Black family, though. It was something that kept her on edge even though she wouldn’t admit it. She often wondered what would have happened to Andromeda and Sirius had they stayed part of the ‘noble house’. Would they even still be alive, or as stable as they were now? Would they have ended up just like Bellatrix? Obsessed with the Dark Lord and completely mental? It was a good assumption. Dora didn’t really see any of the other Black family besides Bellatrix when they were fighting, but she did know that they were all extremely devoted servants of him.

She licked her lips, face going white as she thought about how to respond to her questions about Remus. Pretending she didn’t know anything was the best bet, but Nymphadora knew Bellatrix wasn’t that much of a fool. After all, she had found out about the relationship that was pretty much kept on the down low. Her free hand nervously made her way to her hair, but she dropped it quickly, not wanting to give Bellatrix any more pleasure of seeing Tonks uncomfortable. “He is just another werewolf, I don’t understand what makes you think he is something more. Even I have standards,” her heart sank to the pit of her stomach. Tonks hated saying bad things about her Remus, the man that she loved… But what else was she to do? She stopped herself from rolling her eyes at the sickeningly sweet tone Bellatrix spoke with. Tonks swallowed before continuing, annoyed with herself and Bellatrix, “I don’t know anything. Remus doesn’t talk to me.” That part was true, even though she wasn’t afraid of lying to Bellatrix. As far as Dora knew he did join the werewolves, but that was the extent of the information she had. “Maybe he’s there and you just don’t know it. Why don’t you go down there if you are so curious?”

Dora spoke again, “Tell me, Bellatrix, why aren’t you prancing around with your little followers? I’m sure they must be lost without you. After all, none of them think.” She wasn’t in the mood for bantering right now, but she had no problem pointing out the lack of intelligence most of the Death Eaters had. Especially if they would follow Bellatrix, who was about as sane as Fenrir, who also had a lot of followers. She had no idea what made their speeches, their way of life in general, so appealing to those who joined the Dark side. But that’s why Dora was in the Order, because she knew their ideals were wrong.

The threat in Bella’s voice made Nymphadora shiver, but she covered it well enough. “Really? You must have fairly awful conversations then. The Dark Lord doesn’t talk to you very much, does he?” She guessed that she had at least pressed on a soft spot by the way Bellatrix warned her, so she was going to prod it as much as she could. “Tell me, does the Dark Lord even pay any attention to you? Or are you just like the rest of his servants, dirt at his feet and expendable?”

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Let's play a game,
This woman is mad,
I really just want to leave.

TAG. Auntie Bella
WORDS. 600
PLACE. Knockturn Alley
SONG. Poker Face- Lady Gaga
NOTES. None <3
CREDITS. ALL OF THE TEMPLATE WAS MADE BY jurate OF CAUTION 2.0.

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[atrb=border,0,true][atrb=cellSpacing,5,true][atrb=cellPadding,0,true][atrb=style,border: 0px solid 525252;]	[atrb=border,0,true][atrb=cellSpacing,0,true][atrb=cellPadding,0,true][rs=7][atrb=width,350px,true][atrb=height,400px,true][atrb=style, vertical-align: top;background-color: #554660; overflow: auto; padding: 10px; border-radius: 25px;] The wolf could have been on their side. Bellatrix hadn't kept tabs on him. As far as she was concerned his only importance was to aid in the games with her niece. But perhaps she should check in with Fenrir, though she hated that werewolf with a passion. The werewolves had their uses but Bellatrix still thought that they were only half wizard. She worked with them for the moment because they had a common goal. They were better than Muggles, at least. How in the world did Muggles become witches? They had to get their magic from somewhere. At least werewolves were magical beings. Still, they were mostly governed by the moon. She had to hand it to Fenrir (though she really didn't want to), at least he planned his attacks around the moon. She had heard that he positioned himself around his prey so that he would be close with the full moon and the shift came. A wolf with brains, in Bella's opinion, was difficult to find. A smile that was driven by amusement appeared on the face of Mrs. Lestrange. Even her niece had standards. She almost cackled. Bellatrix highly doubted that there were many standards. A talented metamorphagus, Nymphadora Tonks might be, but Bellatrix thought that the two of them probably differed vastly in their tastes for men. Bellatrix clung to power. That was the most desirable trait in any male. Power. And she wanted it as well. She was always noting how much power the Dark Lord had. Her own husband, Rodolphus, had a considerable amount, but Bellatrix was greedy and wanted as much as she could get. She didn't want to settle. The marriage between her and her husband was one of convenience for her, though it had seemed to work out well for the moment. Well, as well as a Death Eater marriage could. Both were power hungry and devoted to the cause. That was enough. “Perhaps I will look into that wolf.” Bella smiled and tilted her head with a sharp movement. “But perhaps not. I'll really have to consider if it's worth my time.” She wasn't looking directly at the Auror, but she was talking to her. Or, talking at her, wondering if her words had any effect. Would the young woman think that the werewolf was worth the time? Would she be relieved if Bellatrix didn't look into the situation or frightened for the werewolf if she decided it was worth checking into? Her followers. Well, that was something to talk about. Or not. Though there were quite a few people on their side that would do anything for Bellatrix simply because she was known for torturing the ever loving mind out of people, she didn't count any of them as followers. She supposed that's what they were though. There was a set group of people who could be counted on to hang around Bellatrix and Rodolphus and a few others. Fenrir had his wolves. It could be characterized as a large group with several subgroups, though she hadn't thought of that before. They were all the followers of the Dark Lord. Well, most of them. Bella had her doubts about several though she only openly questioned it when their Lord was not around. People like Lucius, who Bella thought was only there because he thought he could gain more power that way. She didn't think he was willing to get his hands dirty should the opportunity arise, even if he had attended that outing at the Ministry months ago. “Oh, they're around, I'm sure.” She wasn't sure, but she gave a threatening smile anyway. “It's growing rather boring, staying in hiding.” It might have been something that sounded confiding, if it wasn't for that crazed smile of hers. A nerve was most definitely touched. Bellatrix wasn't a fan of her relationship with the Dark Lord being mocked. Even if he didn't tell her everything, she was still his most loyal servant, and she was damn proud of that fact. “Why would you want to know about that? Thinking of switching sides, dear niece?” Her eyes turned on the Auror with a glare. “I am the Dark Lord's most faithful follower. Of course he talks to me.” Maybe not as often as she'd like, but she was definitely in the inner circle.
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