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Faithful

((OOC: This is not an rp as much as it is me trying to write a short fic out of boredom. Thanks to @dorathemetamorphmagus for proof reading my mind poop.))

*1996*

Darkness. Darkness and silence was all that surrounded her. That, and her furious rage. She sat in the enormous dining room in his chair. She was the only one who deserved to be in his seat in his absence. The rest of them were poor excuses of Death Eaters and supporters of The Dark Lord. Disposables, that’s what they all were. Their weak bodies didn’t hold a single bone of commitment. All the “work” they did she could easily have done singlehandedly. If it wasn’t for that useless time she had been held in Azkaban, things would have gotten done. The Dark Lord would have returned years ago and they would have cleaned this disgusting world for mud bloods and the existence of Albus Dumbledore. And Potter. No more baby-Potter. No more abominable prophecies, that threatened The Dark Lord’s plans. She would have ended things.

She bored her finger nails into the skull shaped armrests of the chair and sunk lower into the seat. Unworthy scum. All of them. The only one who seemed to follow commands was that rat boy. Worm-something. His presence disgusted her. It was obvious to all of the damned wizarding world that everything he did, he did out of pure fear. Come to think of it, they all did. Especially that Malfoy maggot, who had married her sister. Completely useless with his pretentious loyal facade. No, she saw right through all of their nasty facades. Frightened sheep, who had come crawling to The Dark Lord for protection. Oh, they would have protection all right, but she could not promise them safety if they stepped a single toe out of line. 

She trailed nail marks along the top of the skulls. ”FILTH!” she hissed through clenched teeth. Nothing but silence in the dark room answered her frustration. Where was rattails even? Where was anyone?! Where was her poor excuse of a husband? At least he had been loyal through all of this, but still remained a boring wizard, who apparently also had more important things to do than stay in the mansion The Lord had chosen. Did they all fear the Dark Lord and did not dare to show their unfaithful faces in his house? Where were they when he needed them most?!

“COWARDS!” She shrieked to the empty house. She shifted forward in the chair and stared back at the darkness. The silence was taunting her.

She got up and started walking towards the corridors when she heard a crack behind her. She turned around on her heel, pulled out her wand and stuck it right up under the nose of Dolohov who had just apperated into the dining room behind her. “Where have you been?!” She hissed in his face. “That’s none of your concern, wench” he said with a frown on his face and drew himself away from her. “Everything that concerns the Dark Lord concerns me!… Or maybe you were out enacting against the will of The Lord!?”. He took a step towards her; “how dare you say something like that! You have no power to hold anything against me and you know as well as I that I would never betray the Dark Lord.” He started to walk out of the dining room without looking at her. “Then how come I’m the only one WHO’S BEEN HERE FOR DAYS!?” She shouted at his back with rising fury. He turned his head towards her, but kept walking as he answered: “maybe because you’ve been degraded to house keeper, Trixie”. She shrieked as she sent a curse at him, but missed him, as he ducked out the door laughing.

She plunged back in the large chair and drummed her fingers on one of the skulls while tracing circles on her cheek with her wand. Traitor. How dared he. At least she was where The Dark Lord had ordered her to be. At least she was faithful.