Thomas's whole world was falling apart.
First came the death of his father. He was never particularly close to the man, not in the same way he was to his mother, but he still looked up to him and respected him. It wasn't the fact that he would never see him again that upset him the most, however, it was the fact that he was murdered by a Weasley.
Then, the fall of the Dark Lord. His master, his everything. Defeated by an ex-Death Eater. What were the Death Eater's without the Dark Lord? They were nothing! But Thomas stayed, because he wanted to continue fighting for the Dark Lord's noble cause, and because he knew that he was not really dead. When people dared to think that he had been defeated by Harry Potter, a mere baby mudblood, they had been wrong and his parents had kept looking, kept fighting. And they had been rewarded.
After that his pathetic traitor of a cousin decided to 'quit'', and he knew he would end up dead. It was a shame, the boy had such potential but Thomas knew that he would kill him himself if he got the chance.
And finally, this. The Lestrange family had been the Dark Lord's most loyal servants since the beginning. His mother was an incredibly powerful witch who lived to serve him and now this. Malfoy was in charge. It hadn't been officially conformed but it was obvious to him that Lucius Malfoy was the new head Death Eater. And he was not pleased about having to answer to this frail old man , it should have been his mother, it should have been Bellatrix.
He apparated just outside the orchard and opened the gate with a flick of his wand. That fool couldn't find anywhere better than a muggle orchard? The hood of his midnight black robes was down and his long, blond hair flowed gracefully behind him as he strode across the grass, his head held high. Lucius, my good man! He made his way over to his uncle, a fake grin spread across his face. Nice um... nice place you've got here.
by Guest Fri Sep 18, 2009 12:18 am
