Post by Deleted on Jul 2, 2013 16:57:34 GMT -8
August 1994
Heat was bearing down on the Lestrange house in Oxford, UK. Summer has finally reached it's peak, but there was a fire in Rabastan's heart that wouldn't die. It was the desirable need to clench his title among his peers, or rather destroy all ties without anyone knowing. Avery was dead, and that sparked outrage within the small gaggle of death eaters searching for Riddle, but who was there to gather them all in and speak up against the accident. Rabastan. They had no idea that it was indeed Grayson Baxter who back-stabbed their own. No one saw, but it left a few scars on the Gallaghers, something that he would never be able to return. Kellin and Ellery had perished at the hand of one of his men and it was unforgivable.
Guilty. Rabastan Lestrange was guilty of the murder of Edwin Muler and he didn't take it lightly. Every day since the Quidditch World Cup he had felt guilty, but then there was that moment of peace when news reached his ear about Eddie's safety from the lips of Nadya Mortelle. He was put at ease, but the circumstances that had him surrounded were dark and his motives deceitful by nature. Rabastan Lestrange, although appearing as he once had years ago, was nothing more than a mortal man. Fighting to protect the one thing he loved more than anything walking this planet. Integra.
If the prophecy Nadya had was true, he had no choice but to protect her. Even with child, Integra was by far one of the most brutal and astonishing women he had ever met. Courage. What he saw in his wife was undying loyalty and perseverance, it was greater than anyone else he had ever met. That was it, that was all the encouragement he needed to move forward with his plan. He had to do what he could to protect his daughter, his son, and his new, soon to be son. Rabastan would stop at nothing until they were safe.
Pulling out his keys and unlocking the front door and pushing his way through. The house hadn't seen use in the years. Not since he had his father hanged in the Black Forest and his mother was witnessed slowly rotting away from the inside out. All by the hand of the son she loved too much. Surely both boys were much happier now that their parents were dead before the first wizarding war, but the house still had that eerie sense about it.
Cobwebs were in great abundance and with a wave of his wand they were cleared. House-elves peaked around the corners and Thane was at Rabastan's side as always, but the other house elves were weary and it was to be expected. Having not seen the young Lestrange boy in seventeen years, small faces turned upward in smiles. "Young Master Lestrange has returned to us! Rabastan lives!" One of the elves came to his feet and kissed the boots that covered Rab's feet. A soft smile was returned from the thirty-four year old and soon he crouched next to Fiore.
"It's been far to long. I've one favor to ask of all of you. I need this house as pristine and clean as it was eighteen years ago and I will need a feast to serve at least eleven people. Understand?" The vibrant green eyes moved around the entry way as Thane kept his place next to Rab, even as the other house elves moved about and within moments dinner was being fixed and the house sparkled as if it had been lived in all this time.
A snap could be heard inside the walls of Elysium Manor. "Good, you made it. I hope Loretta didn't give you any trouble. She's usually very good with Rod and Joram." The clink of silverware and dishes could be heard from the dining room as they were being set. "Grayson shouldn't be too far behind you." Grabbing a bottle out of his bag with an M etched across the glass he placed it in the center of the table. Rabastan had this specific bottle made for this occasion and Vincent had to bend to his will. They all wanted the same thing, but there were others out there who were willing to go the entire nine yards.
Checking his watch for a moment he could hear a faint pop from outside. Thane was already prepared for the worst, but Rabastan had warned him of the consequences for disobeying. Normally he would never have ordered the elf to do anything, and he seemed to rather enjoy opening doors. So Thane was placed at the duty of answering doors, he didn't protest, but Rabastan had warned him to keep his mouth shut around the death eaters knowing full well his person elf did not approve.
Pulling out three glass vials from his jacket pocket Rabastan held them out. "Here love, take this before they get here. The effects will last three hours and it won't hurt the baby. I promise." Uncorking his own vial filled with a faint violet liquid he held it to his lips and downed it's entire contents. "They won't know what hit them. We are expecting Thorfinn Rowle, Antonin Dolohov and Walden McNair... I just need you all to be prepared for the unexpected, there will be a few unnamed death eaters among the group as well as they are cowards and cannot face me alone. I want you to leave when I tell you to, understand? I can't risk another miscarriage." A smile came to his lips as the former Ravenclaw was let through the front door. Handing over the last of the vials Rabastan then looked to his watch and then to the both of them as a loud crack echoed over the private land. "Let's get this dinner party underway, shall we?"
