NO! Not the dark! [Luke/Rod/Bellatrix/Narcissa]

[lukejasperdenmark]

His hands and feet were a flurry of motion as he punished a padded blocking dummy. The muggle object swirled on its post and Luke expertly kept it from rebounding and hitting him. The sounds of the impact of his limbs could be heard from fairly far away and he spun in the air, dealing it a solid kick that sent the entire thing spinning like mad. Ducking, he blocked it with his arm and resumed striking it.

Suddenly, a stinging hex struck the back of his head. "OW!" He yelped and staggered forward, bumping into the dummy and knocking it over. Rubbing the spot that had been struck, Luke glanced around, his eyes narrowed. He was obviously ticked off. Finally he focused on that Lestrange boy. Scowling, Luke drew his wand, transfiguring the piece of wood back into harmless piece of firewood. He'd borrowed it from Hagrid, and he knew the man would collect it soon.

"HEY!" Luke shouted, striding toward the older boy, "What the hell was that for?" but Lestrange kept on walking. Scowling, Luke decided to leave him alone. At least until another hex hit him. Each time Luke tried walking away, he was struck again. "Damn." He hissed, "Fine. You want to play games Lestrange? I'll play." and he followed the boy.

He was led into a classroom, where he stood glaring at him. "Alright. You got me here. If this is some sort of trap, I fell for it, but you won't be leaving this room in one piece. What do you want?" He growled, his wand in his pocket again, but he was ready to fight. As usual, his flute necklace was on the chain around his neck. He never went anywhere without it. His blue eyes were narrowed again in rage, he wanted to know what was going on. He also wanted to punch the Slytherin jackass at least once. But where? He had to make it count.

[RODOLPHUS JUDE LESTRANGE]

It was just one of those days. The kind where you wished you had just stayed in bed. Rodolphus was feeling seriously hung-over. Last night he had consumed too much alcohol for his own good as he usually did but that wasn’t normally a problem. Not if he then ended up spending the night with an attractive blonde. But that wasn’t the case. The girl he’d been hitting on had also had too much to drink and before he could drag her down to his dormitory she had thrown up all over his shoes. He’d then woken up with the world’s worst hangover only to find that he had run out of the potion that cured it. He was on his way to the owlery to order himself some more when he heard noises coming from a nearby classroom. Feeling angry at everything around him, he went to investigate.

It was Luke Denmark, working out, showing off, doing his stupid Muggle shit. Rodolphus pulled out his wand and sent a stinging jinx straight into the back of the Gryffindor’s head. There, that would show him. Prat, thinking that just because he was one hundred feet tall that he was tougher than everybody else. Rodolphus was tall, just over six foot was usually considered above average but he knew that size wasn’t everything. Already he felt better, walking away from the irritated Denmark. Maybe this was what he needed; hexing Gryffindors was the new hang-over cure. He shot another hex over his shoulder and could tell by the ‘Hey’ that it had found its target.

Rodolphus stormed into another classroom, blowing desks out of his way with his wand, clearing a space for battle. Denmark had already shouted that he was following. The guy really was a prat. Only a moron or someone who for some reason wanted some pain inflicted upon them would follow Rodolphus Lestrange into a room when he was in this mood. Denmark caught up with him and asked another stupid question. Rod was desperately looking forward to the part where he got to shut him up. Or better yet, the part where he started to scream. He shuddered with anticipation. ”What do I want?” Rodolphus asked his own question as he began to circle his fellow seventh year; his wand trained on him. ”I want to exercise my frustrations and you Denmark, are my unlucky victim.” He smiled cruelly at him as he finished his circling, ending back where he started staring directly up at Denmark, wand pointed at the other male’s chest. ”Scared?” He asked.

Rodolphus quickly changed the direction of his wand to the door behind Denmark, closing it shut with a loud bang, scraping the lock for added effect. He pointed his wand back at Denmark, sending another stinging jinx his way, this time at his crotch.

[lukejasperdenmark]

"What the hell are you? A vulture?" Luke snapped as Rod circled him, he moved with him, taking stock of his surroundings. The desks were plentiful, they could be used just in case something happened, used to hide behind, thrown at Rod, even used to beat him with if things got really dicey. "Haven't you ever heard of a therapist?" He shot back, and then the door was slammed shut. Oh well. That wasn't going to deter him. If he had to, he'd use Rodolphus as a battering ram.

"Why would I be scared?" Luke asked, and then, did a massive back flip, avoiding the hex and landing behind one of the desks. He kicked it hard, sending flying toward the boy's face. He smirked slightly, "Surprised?" He asked with a laugh, "Well I'm just getting started." and the duel was on. Luke rarely used his magic and when he did, it was to put up a shield charm or deflect a spell. He'd stopped bothering to try and disarm the Slytherin, he was too fast. Luke's grip on his own wand was too good as well, the disarming charms had no effect.

Mostly, Luke would dodge spells, or let them hit him if they weren't too bad and then, close in for a punishing blow. He used all his skill, trying to take Rod down. Both boys got their own blows in before things took a turn for the worse. Luke dodged another spell, but it was a decoy. A second one hit his right arm, knocking him back and forcing him to release his grip on his weapon. He hit the desks, stunned for a moment. As Rod went to get the wand, Luke seized the desk, swinging it powerfully at the man, narrowly missing. He was sure it was such a close miss, that he'd actually brushed Rod's hair as the desk went by.

Luke still refused to stop though, but his energy was flagging and it was starting to show. Scowling, he decided to try and end the duel. But, as it turned out, the end of it came anyway. Another hex hit him hard and he was thrown across the room, where he slammed into the wall and then crashed into the pile of desks. Swearing, he struggled to get to his feet, but as he put pressure down on his left ankle, it buckled underneath him, and he hissed in pain. Broken. His right arm wasn't moving either. It wasn't damaged, it had just taken a hard hit and was locked up for the moment.

"Coward." Luke spat, glaring at Rodolphus from the floor, "I know chickens braver than you!" maybe insulting him wasn't the smartest thing he could have done, but he wasn't going to lie down and grovel or beg or anything of the sort. He had his pride and Rod was not going to be the one to break him.

[RODOLPHUS JUDE LESTRANGE]

A grin and a chuckle was Rodolphus’ reply to Luke’s comment about him being a vulture. He circled Luke like a predator circled prey. He was well aware that Luke wasn’t stupid enough to know that why Rod was doing it. He was exerting his authority, telling him wordlessly exactly who was in charge of this situation. Rod liked to do it, it freaked most people out, it seemed Luke was a little harder to unnerve. No matter, his weaknesses and fears would be figured out soon enough. It made it a little more interesting to have to work at someone for a change. Rod could do with the challenge.

Rod snarled at him as he ducked to miss the hex that the show-off directed back at him. ”What are you doing, Denmark?” He asked with a sneer. ”Your pretty dancing is useless against wands.” And then they were engaged in battle. Rod grew slightly frustrated by the fact that Luke preferred to jump about more than use his wand. The Slytherin knew what he had to do, weaken his limbs; that way he couldn’t do his back-flips and cartwheels. In an out and out wizard duel, Rod was sure he would win. He managed to hit Luke’s hand, causing the Gryffindor to drop his wand. There was a moment of stillness as they both realised what happened and then Rod dived for the wand. Luke swung a desk, Rod barely had time to react; he practically didn’t but Luke’s aim was slightly off. Fortunately Rodolphus felt a breeze lift his hair as the table flew centimetres above him.

Feeling even angrier after the near-miss, Rod put everything into his next spells. He kept on coming at Luke, advancing on him, shooting spells at a near-constant pace. And then he hit his target. The rush he felt as he watched Luke soar backwards and slam to the ground was almost unreal. He chuckled cruelly, licking his lips and even gave a small groan at the sound of pain that issued from the other male’s mouth. His ankle was badly hurt; Rod stared at it, the odd angle it was laying at intrigued him. He had a sudden urge to bend the break further, see how far he could push it until Luke passed out from the pain . . . ’Coward. . .’

Rod snarled at him again. ”What did you just call me?” He said through gritted teeth, every word laced with danger. He took long strides towards Luke and aimed a kick at his broken ankle. ”Are you scared now, Denmark?” He grinned maliciously down at him, his wand pointed at his face. ”You should be because you’re not going anywhere for a while." Casually Rod stomped over to the door and stood in front of it, blocking Luke’s exit, not that he could walk particularly well at the minute anyway. He then waved his wand, extinguishing the lamps within the room casting the place in shadow. The only light left came from the crack underneath the door. The idea behind the move being that there was nothing worse than being not only helpless, but helpless in the dark. Rod’s eyesight adjusted quickly; he was a Slytherin who spent his days in the dark dungeons he was used to the darkness. ”Now what shall I do to you?” He said loudly, his voice echoing off of the walls. ”Maybe break your other ankle?” He aimed a blast from his wand toward Luke’s currently unhurt ankle.

[lukejasperdenmark]

He might've been down, but he sure as hell wasn't helpless, he kicked out with his good leg, knocking Rod's foot out of the way. "I called you a coward. And no. I'm not scared."

Except, then, the lights went out. He forced himself not to react, to keep his fear under wraps. He wasn't going to show it. Not now. Not ever. His eyes took a moment to adjust, longer than Rod's had judging from his aim. He felt the bones in his other ankle break and bit his tongue hard to keep from crying out.

He might have been unable to stand on his feet, but he wasn't going to be helpless and frightened. He was going to make this as difficult as possible for the bastard. "If you think I'm going to pass out or scream... you've got another thing coming you sick freak." he was able to at least see some of the man's features. The light coming in from under the door, was a very small comfort.

He lifted himself up onto his palms, tucking his legs underneath him, wincing in pain as his ankles shifted. Then, he scuttled to the middle of the room and sat back down, scowling slightly as he did so. He didn't like being in the corner. He felt very vulnerable and weak. Maybe he could reason with him. "......If you go too far, you'll get expelled. You'd probably be the very first person in your family to be expelled. ........That probably wouldn't go down too well with anyone. Regardless of how it happened." It was a long shout, but maybe it'd work.

[RODOLPHUS JUDE LESTRANGE]

You would be right in thinking that Rodolphus didn’t particularly like being called a coward. Most Slytherins didn’t even though the tag was apt for most of them. Rod wasn’t beneath throwing a hex at someone whilst their back was turned or ganging up on someone because it lessened his chances of getting hurt. Right now however he figured that he wasn’t being very cowardly. Luke was almost a foot bigger than him and obviously capable of squeezing the life from Rod with his bare hands. Not that Rod was weak enough to let that happen. Currently, he had Luke right where he wanted him and he was in no mood to let that position change.

Rod closed his eyes as he heard the satisfying crack of bones breaking. Luke may have kicked his foot away (a painful, damaging kick it had been too, Rod’s foot and ankle was aching and he suspected bruising, maybe a small fracture) but he’d been successful in hitting the target on his second attempt. The other male was still being brave but Rodolphus was sure it wouldn’t take too long for that to change. He grudgingly had to admit that the Gryffindor seemed to have a rather high pain threshold not to mention an almost Slytherin-like level of pride. ”Why yes, I suppose I am a sick freak.” Rodolphus said, his tone amused rather than offended. Torturing or beating someone up for a reason, people could at least sort of understand but hunting someone down just for the fun of it, that was scary and it meant that something within you was fundamentally wrong.

He laughed softly as Luke scurried into the centre of the room. His opponent defiantly wasn’t stupid that was for sure. Trying to appeal to Rod’s better nature though was futile. He didn’t have one. Maybe he’d play along, lure the guy into a false sense of security and then snatch that tiny shred of comfort away from him . . . no he couldn’t be bothered to beat around the bush today. He wanted to break Denmark as soon as possible. ”What you don’t seem to understand is that I don’t particularly care about school. I’m extremely skilled at the dark arts and really that’s all that matters. The Dark Lord,” He said the name with all the reverence he felt it deserved, already explicitly showing his commitment to the man, ”Doesn’t care about my Herbology grade. But what he does care about is my ability to crush someone’s spirit. Have them begging for mercy.” He said it all whilst advancing on Luke, albeit with a limp that didn't make him look quite as intimidating and all with a cruel smile on his face. All of a sudden he let a flipendo jinx fly at him, hoping that it would cause Luke to fly backwards again, maybe smash into something else.

[lukejasperdenmark]

.......The Dark Lord? That was another name for that Voldemort guy! Frowning, Luke decided to use anger to mask his fear. This Rodolphus turkey was on a one way path to becoming a dark wizard, one of the Death Eaters. The same kind that had killed his parents. What if while he was out, he just happened to attack his uncle and foster brother? His whole world would be destroyed. Again.

"Well you're out of luck." Luke spat, "I won't be begging for mercy. You won't break my spirit." He hissed, not having to use anger to mask his fear anymore. The anger and determination had engulfed him, and he was no longer fighting against his fear of the dark. The light coming in from under the door was enough, and no one had screamed. This was now a test of his spirit and he was going to pass it. As the spell struck him, he flew into the air, but flipped himself over, bringing his knees up, tucking his head in and protecting himself with his arms. He crashed into the wall once more, landing among the desks with a thud.

He had to be able to move, he knew some basic first aid, so he quickly started snapping the wooden legs from the chairs with one hand, while throwing desks at his attacker with the other. He worked swiftly, tearing the bottom of his shirt off, he bound the broken desk legs on three sides of both ankles and made it tight. He stood, the pain was incredible, but at least with the aide of the splints making it impossible for his ankles to buckle, he could at least hobble around again.

He was glad the boy was limping. He deserved it. And more. Much more. He cast his eyes about for his wand, but Rod had either taken in sometime during the fray, or it was in some darkened corner of the room. He was still at the mercy of the Slytherin, but at least it wasn't as bad as being totally helpless. He glared at the boy, the scar on his face twitched slightly in his anger. How he wanted to grab him by the face and smash his head into the wall until he went unconscious. Maybe he'd return the favor and break one of his ankles too.

Though it hurt to keep standing, Luke watched Rodolphus, "You really think you're a cut above the rest don't you? You think because I'm a half-blood, I'm below you. Well, you're wrong. Just like you are about everything else. I'm not below anyone and certainly not cowardly scum like you." He hissed, eyes blazing with unsuppressed rage. If only he'd come close enough for one good punch.

[RODOLPHUS JUDE LESTRANGE]

Sometimes, Rodolphus wondered why he was still at school. He’d already booked himself a place within the Dark Lord’s ranks. He hadn’t yet been officially branded or anything but he’d made his intentions known and was told that he was welcome. The only reason he was really sticking around for his last two years at Hogwarts was to learn as much as possible. He wasn’t sure that many of the teachers could teach him much more but the Hogwart’s library was a huge source for knowledge. The restricted section especially and now that he was free to roam it whenever he pleased he had taught himself a great deal. Also, it meant he could put his studying into practice on punks like Luke Denmark.

”We’ll see.” Rod said slowly, stroking his chin with his hand thoughtfully. The other male was proving rather difficult to break however and obviously had a lot of skill when it came to athletics. Rod watched, trying to wipe the awe off of his face, as he spun away adeptly from his attack. But he wasn’t completely unharmed by the fall and his ankle was still broken. But it seemed he was doing something about that as well. Rod tried to disarm or blast the pieces of wood in Luke’s hands to stop him creating himself a splint. But it was proving rather hard because he had to keep protecting himself from pieces of the desks being hurled at him.

Rod fell to the floor to avoid the attacks, shielding himself with a spell. It meant that Luke was able to cobble together something of an aid so he could stand. But Rod soon found that it didn’t matter because he had spotted his opponent’s wand amongst the damage and he grasped it, smiling successfully. ”Looking for this?” Rod held up the Gryffindors wand as he stumbled to his feet. He seemed to have damaged his ankle even more whilst trying to avoid Luke’s attacks. He put the majority of his weight on his stronger leg, pocketing the other male’s wand. Rod started to advance on him again, his anger increasing to a volatile level as Luke hurled abuse at him. He didn’t like this Gryffindor, not one bit. ”You’re severely mistaken, Denmark. Yes your blood status makes you scum but even if you were of pureblood. I’d still be better than you.” He spat. Anger could make you do stupid things and Rod had probably advanced too close to Luke for his own good.

[lukejasperdenmark]

Better than him? Oh hell no. No one was better or worse than anyone else. This freak.....this bastard....this Death Eater-in-training actually thought he was better than someone? Luke's opinion on the man changed in that moment. Rodolphus had always been just a little bit frightening, but Luke had never thought he was better than Rod. Now he knew he was.

Rodolphus was scum, cowardly scum unfit to even be feared. For the moment, Luke's fear of the man and of the dark vanished in his rage and he smiled, then grabbed Rodolphus by the shirt. "Too close." He growled and threw him to the floor, jamming one knee into his throat and applying slight pressure.

"You want to know something cool?" He growled, "I know exactly where a person's vital organs are." Luke kept Rod's arms pinned to the floor with both hands, grinning savagely into his face, "I also know how to hit a person in the ribs in just the right place so that when the bones break, they be shove into someone's heart. The human body really is very fragile on the inside." this was all a bluff of course, he'd never be able to bring himself down to the Slytherin's level, but he knew how much intimidation could go.

"And what's more......I know of very subtle ways of causing a person pain. Ways that no one will be able to detect." Luke said softly, taking advantage of how little Rodolphus knew of the muggle world. "Did you know that I can make a bomb so tiny, you could be forced to swallow it? Muggle bombs can't be digested. It would stay in your stomach for your entire life. Unless of course I said the trigger word near you." He chuckled darkly, taking a strange pleasure in scaring the crap out of the man who'd only moments before, had been trying to break his spirit. "Then....boom. You would die. Or....maybe you'd die sooner. Muggle bombs are very very unstable. They can be set off by the most simple of things. I can easily make a bomb using the things in this room and jam it into your throat. All it would take to explode would be a good solid impact, a violent shake or .....the trigger word....and you'd die. Just. Like. That."

Once he was certain Rodolphus had been properly frightened, he lifted his knee from the man's throat and then smirked "Oh yeah. And this is for what you did to me." and he reared back, bending so far back, that it looked painful and then like the arm of a catapult, shot forward, slamming his forehead mightily into the man's nose and moving back. He took his wand from Rod's pocket, then the other wizard's as well and tossed it carelessly over his shoulder.

Off Luke hobbled and then, because of the desperation of the situation, was able to transfigure two desks into a pair of crutches, then unlocked the door with a spell.

[RODOLPHUS JUDE LESTRANGE]

Yep, Rodolphus had severely underestimated Luke’s ability and determination. Arrogance was not something that the Slytherin was lacking in and sometimes (not often) it could be his downfall. It was different to that brash recklessness that Gryffindors seemed to possess; of not thinking before running headfirst into situations. Rod was always careful to deliberate over his choices but when he got worked up or too involved in an event (like now) he sometimes found himself on the wrong end. And that was just what happened. He hadn’t even thought that he was probably too close to the other male, that Luke would undoubtedly use the proximity to hurt him – the idea hadn’t even crossed his mind. And then it was too late.

One moment, Rod was grinning cockily at the Gryffindor, the next he’d been shoved to the floor and was having difficulty breathing because Luke had his knee to his throat. He quickly tried to flail his arms but Luke was faster and had them pinned to the floor. It was wasted energy tried to wriggle free, the damned Gryffindor was over a foot taller than him not to mention twice as wide and so Rod did his best to not choke (though he kept spluttering) and glare spitefully up at him. So this was the guy’s game plan now was it? To scare him? Rod curled his lip to show that he wasn’t having any of it. Denmark may have been skilled at fighting but he wasn’t a biological genius.

Not to mention the fact that Rod didn’t believe the guy had the guts to do it. Yeah, he’d throw a few chunks of wood and the odd karate kick his way but as for killing him? No, that wasn’t the Gryffindor style and so, so far, Luke’s words held no meaning. But that didn’t mean Rod wasn’t feeling intimidated. Just being pinned down on the floor, held down by a measly Gryffindor, a half-blood no less. Rod’s cheeks were flushed in humiliation and he prayed to Merlin no one walked in on this. If word got around that Denmark had pinned him, his reputation would take a serious dent that was for sure.

With disinterest, Rod averted his gaze because he no longer felt Luke was worthy of his attention. That was until he started talking about bombs. Rod’s eyes snapped back to him, trying his best not to look too scared. Bombs? Were they not Muggle contraptions used for blowing things up? From the way Luke was going on that sounded about right. Once again, Rod wondered if the Gryffindor really had the mettle to do that but the idea still worried him and also enraged him further. How dare this prat not only take him down but then have the audacity to feed him scare stories! No Rod wasn’t having any of it. In his mind, Rod was all but pulling his wand out and cursing his arse but before he could even hear Luke’s screams in his mind, his head was being smashed into. ”Argh, shit!” Rod yelled in agony, feeling blood pouring down his face and into his mouth. It took him a while to realised that Luke had realised him. He was rolling around on the floor in pain and spitting out clumps of blood.

But Luke was slow because of his injuries. Rod retrieved his wand, Crucio!” It wasn’t hard to muster up the strength for the spell; revenge would be oh so sweet. ”You’re not getting away that easy. I can cause pain too Denmark. Forget bombs and punctured hearts, that’s too easy, too quick. By the time I’m through with people, they’re begging for death.” He then leaned over Luke and spat more of the blood that was leaking from his nose at him.

[NARCISSA CEDRELLA BLACK]



Startling blue eyes brushed around the dorm, as if searching for something, when in fact, she was searching for nothing. She was in there for less than a minute, putting the book she was reading earlier away, along with her school robes. She didn’t really need them. So, just wearing the white blouse that showed off her figure and the skirt that hung a little above her knees, Narcissa went back out. Simple, yet still as beautiful as ever. The Slytherin common room was a little too crowded and loud at the moment, and she really couldn’t stand another minute of the incessant giggling and whispering any longer. Making her way out of the common room, Narcissa almost ran into a few Slytherins going in. She didn’t move though, they moved out of her way. She knew they didn’t exactly fear her, because really, who would fear a five foot three dainty little thing like her? No one, that was who. It was her sister that they were afraid of, and that was perfectly fine with her.

Walking down the hallway, Narcissa realized she really didn’t know where to go. She would have gone outside, but she didn’t want the repeat of the same incident that she would never speak about again. Never. 'Stupid Gryffindor…' she thought darkly, thinking about what had happened. It turned out her ankle wasn’t really broken, but it was a bit fractured. And the fact that she had to take some disgusting potion and spend the night in the hospital wing just made her mood even worse about it. Her deep blue eyes roamed around the corridor, barely glancing at any student not worth her time. Occasionally, she’d pass a Slytherin. When she did, all Narcissa would do was nod her head politely. Nothing more. Nothing less. The beautiful Black was just about to head past some empty classrooms, or so she thought when she heard a slight noise from one of them. It wasn’t the usual rendezvous either. It was quiet for the next few moments.

At first, she thought it was just her, when she suddenly heard a familiar voice come from the same classroom. "Argh, shit!" Narcissa knew that voice anywhere, but she hadn’t heard him speak in that tone at all. He sounded…pained. She figured Bellatrix wouldn’t like it if she didn’t go and help Rodolphus, not that her sister would ever admit that. Walking swiftly towards the classroom, Narcissa was able to catch the end of the conversation apparently going on after Rodolphus’ pained yell. "…By the time I’m through with people, they’re begging for death." Then and there she knew it was trouble, but Rodolphus’ voice was different. As if he was holding his breath and speaking at the same time. Besides, Narcissa was a prefect. She had to at least attempt to break up the fight. Attempt being the key word. So, taking a deep breath, Narcissa prepared herself for the scene before her. The door was unlocked, surprisingly and with her wand out, she entered. As soon as she saw the blood on Rodolphus’ face, she lowered her wand and rushed over.

"Oh my…Rodolphus, what happened?" she asked, as she delicately touched around his bloodied nose. No wonder he sounded different. Then she realized there was another person in the room. Turning, her deep blue eyes widened in surprise. "Luke. Do you have a hobby of hurting Slytherins or something?" she asked coldly, a small frown set on her face. Luke seemed to have been injured as well, and a small part in Narcissa, the part that was a mother/healer, wanted to just end the fight and help him after healing Rod’s nose. But, she couldn’t. Bellatrix, and more than likely Rod, wouldn’t want Luke to get away that easily, so he wouldn’t.

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[lukejasperdenmark]

When it struck him, the pain was overwhelming and totally unexpected. He yelped and collapsed to the floor, gritting his teeth against the agony. It was only for a moment, but he felt as if even the marrow in his bones was on fire. He panted slightly, to regain his breath and then, glared up at Rodolphus.

His blood landed on his cheek and Luke's eyes narrowed in anger. He was beyond rationality now. He was pissed. He saw an opening though and rammed the end of his crutch into Rod's stomach with a solid thud. "I never beg! You won't even get the satisfaction of hearing me scream!" He snarled, then used his thumb to wipe away the blood and spit. "I hope the busted nose of yours hurts Lestrange, because by the time I'm finished with you, it's going to feel real pleasant compared to the rest of your pathetic scrawny cowardly body!"

Using his crutches, he got back to his feet, ready to deal out one hell of an ass kicking when the door opened. He was all set to rush out and explain what happened when he saw who it was. Narcissa. Great. He'd only just left her in the Hospital Wing not too long ago.

"Actually." He said, "This time I didn't do anything except defend myself. Rodolph here." He said, gesturing to Rod's blood reddened nose. "Is the one who started playing Curse the Luke." and he looked over at Rod with anger, "Now.....unless you're willing to fire more hexes and risk hurting one of your friends trying to hit me while I dodge, I'd suggest you back the hell off and leave me alone you sick bastard." he growled and then added, "And if you think you can threaten me and hex me and try to torture me and get away with it?" He asked, ready to defend himself again in case of anything else.

He continued to threaten Rodolphus, "Then you're even dumber than I thought you were and trust me, that's really saying something. I promise you I'll make sure you wish you'd never crossed me." He growled, meaning every single word he spoke as he moved closer to him on his crutches "I might not be the best at magic, but I'm one of the strongest people in this school and one of the best fighters if not the best. One wrong move-" And he shot one of his crutches up, slamming it into the wall so close to the older boy's ear that if he moved a muscle, he'd brush it. "And I'll pound you so flat even worms wouldn't be able to reach your weak body." and then he added "And by the way....that wasn't a miss." and he turned to leave and found the door knob had been vanished by someone.

He gritted his teeth in a snarl of anger and backed away again. "........" he couldn't say anything and maybe this was one of those times to put his pride to one side and just ....let them think they'd won. ...........No. He slammed the butt of his crutch into the floor and glared at his enemies. If he was going down, then he was going down fighting.

[RODOLPHUS JUDE LESTRANGE]

There was no denying it, Rod had issues. There was something wrong with him, something that made him revel in causing others pain, in seeing them hurt and hearing them scream. Apparently though Luke was too proud for his own good and was refusing to let the hurt show too much. It still sent a satisfying rush through his body as he used the cruciatus curse but the effect would have been even more so had Luke allowed a scream to rip itself from his throat. Too bad. He’d get him again later. The Slytherin simply rolled his eyes at his Gryffindor opponent. Quite honestly he’d had enough of fighting talk. There wasn’t a lot Luke could do when he was rolling around on the floor in agony after all. Maybe he didn’t realise how long Rod could keep the curse going for, or maybe he didn’t quite understand how overwhelming the pain could get. He’d find out soon enough.

Too busy smirking, Rod didn’t quite manage to avoid Luke’s crutch and ending up taking a rather hard hit to the stomach. He bent over, coughing and gasping for breath, winded. He snarled at him, his lip curling maliciously when he managed to get himself upright again. Never had he taken such a beating from an opponent before and he was quite ready to put Luke Denmark well and truly in his place with a long dose of the cruciatus curse when the door opened. Alarmed, Rod quickly dropped his wand inside his pocket, ready to play innocent. His expression suddenly turned pained and he held a hand to his bloody nose, tilting his body to one side as if unable to stand on both legs. He was confident he could get away with this if he played it right. He’d never been severely punished by the professors in almost seven years.

But it was an ally who entered in Narcissa Black. Relief swept through him though he didn’t let it show, his expression returned to blank and impassive. He was around another Slytherin now, a Slytherin who he actually wanted to impress more than any other. ”He got a lucky shot” Rod said, unable to hide that he was slightly embarrassed by Narcissa’s appearance and seeing him in this state. She was Bellatrix’s sister after all and he didn’t want word of the fact that Luke had managed to get one over on him to get back to Bellatrix. He was however glad of her fussing over him, she was probably one of the few people who he’d let do that. Again, it had something to do with who her sister was and he wanted to stay in her good books, but also because Narcissa just seemed to have a way about her that relaxed him. ”Thank you.” He said genuinely to her.

With a rather amused smirk, Rod pulled out his wand again and locked the door, watching with a snigger as it failed to open for Luke. ”You’re extremely deluded aren’t you Denmark. How are you going to get near me when I have a wand? There are some spells even your tree trunk legs can't deflect.” Rod threw up a shield to protect himself from the flying crutch, even though it missed, apparently on purpose. The Slytherin male listened with interest to Narcissa’s words. ”Who else did you hurt, Denmark?” He asked, glancing quickly across at the other Slytherin in case she answered for him. Rod raised his wand, and flicked it roughly upwards, hoping to cause Luke to fall to the floor. ”Are you sure you want to stick around to watch this, Narcissa? The giant’s going to be begging for his life in a few moments, I don’t want to scare you.”

[NARCISSA CEDRELLA BLACK]

If she were anyone else, Narcissa was almost certain she would have reported the two by now or would have spent the time trying to get on Rod’s good side. She wasn’t going to do either of those two choices, simply because she was almost positive Bellatrix would find out sooner or later and Cissa would rather not have her sister’s temporary fury on her if she let Luke go or turned in Rod for something. And yes, Rodolphus was a rather handsome fellow, however, Cissa just wasn’t attracted to him. Not like that anyways. Probably because he made such a wonderful match for her dearest eldest sister. The look of slight disapproval at his injuries - and consequently Luke’s as well - was enough to prove that theory. Narcissa wasn’t all too fond of fighting as her sister seemed to be, and apparently, Rodolphus seemed to be as well. She was more of a care giver and taker. A medi-witch, not the soldier. Her blue eyes moved from one boy to the other, narrowing her eyes slightly as she searched for anymore injuries.

Her eyes caught Luke’s injured ankle, and she couldn’t help but smirk at the irony. It was just earlier that day that he had hurt her ankle. The irony of it all was not lost on Narcissa. However, when Luke began to threaten Rodolphus, Cissa couldn’t help but glare at the injured Gryffindor. The fact that he tried to make it seem as if she would get hit. She wasn’t a helpless princess, contrary to popular belief and her looks. "Well, lucky shots are just that. Lucky." she stated, scanning Rodolphus’ body for any less than obvious injuries. Anyone else, and they may have been ‘checking him out’, but not Narcissa. She was much to focused on making sure her dearest sister’s love interest was unharmed and fine. "Any others?" she asked, not seeing any obvious physical damage. Her gaze unconsciously moved to Luke, jumping a bit as he slammed his crutches by Rodolphus’ head. A light gasp escaped her mouth before she could stop it.

"…it’s nothing Rodolphus. Please, don’t worry yourself over it." she kept her expression blank, as so the seventh year wouldn’t be able to read her emotions. It was something she knew she bad almost perfected. In a few years, Cissa was sure she’d be able to put on the icy cold Black look without a bat of her eye. "And as a prefect, I must say, I cannot just turn away from this fight without attempting to stop it." Of course, she probably wouldn’t allow anything too much worse to happen, but Luke didn’t need to know that. Narcissa was hoping that perhaps they’d be able to scare him a little; or at least give him a ‘warning’ about messing around with Slytherins, like he seemed to be doing far too often these days. "And I am perfectly capable of handling myself gentlemen." she added in, as an afterthought. Rodolphus’ words weren’t as insulting as the Gryffindor’s, and to be honest Narcissa would probably get scared either way, but they were still a bit insulting to her prowess. Looking like the dainty princess that needs saving sometimes bothered her.

It was probably one of the most amusing sights to see, however. Small, dainty Narcissa looking a bit stubborn and glaring slightly at the giant Luke Denmark and the Slytherin King, Rodolphus Lestrange. Had she not been Bellatrix’s sister, the entire scene would have made her laugh. However, she was sure Denmark was afraid of her dearest sister and Rodolphus was rather smitten with her eldest sister. Narcissa just hoped that that would be enough to keep them under her thumb when the time comes that she would have to take responsibility and stop the fight from progressing. And if she were honest, all the smeared blood and ruined classroom made her a bit frightened. Not that she would admit it of course. Narcissa was far too proud for that…and she didn’t want to look like the actual princess to be saved. "Nothing too serious though. I really do have to keep to my duties, Rodolphus." she sent him another light glare, as if daring him to take it a step further. Her glare then settled on Luke, as if to dare him to go through with his threats. Really, when in the right mood, Narcissa Black was not a witch to be messed with.

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