Chapter Text
Warnings: (this isn't a good sign - the first chapter having warnings.) Murder, the reader is a Death Eater.
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Bartemius Crouch Jr.
A cackle left your mouth as Barty jabbed his wand into the air a further time. The stupid mudblood that was suspended from the ceiling screamed again.
The Dark Lord at the head of the table smiled his sadistic grin at you and the table, his loyal followers. Your sister, Bellatrix, had a wild gleam to her eyes that you could only assume you shared. You two were the Dark Lord's only true female followers, and Bellatrix was given the chair to the left of your master, and you the next chair. On his right was the mysterious but alluringly cold Severus Snape as his right hand. Next to Severus, and in your opinion, more loyal than him, was Bartemius Crouch Jr.
As the most handsome Death Eater to you, your eyes were always wandering back to the man. It was because of this that you missed the Dark Lord's nod for you to Avada the muggle woman.
"(Y/N)," Bellatrix hissed. She motioned for you to kill the woman. You blushed.
However, you quickly regained your cold exterior and pointed your wand decisively at the muggle.
"Avada Kedavra!" You said clearly and sneered as the screams finally abated. After a nod from the Dark Lord and his quick disappearance, the rest of the Death Eaters got up and milled about, talking about recent news and made bargains with the others.
"(Y/N), it was quite the honour our Lord granted you this evening," Lucius Malfoy's cold voice oozed into your ear.
"Honour? Honour, Lucius?" It was sad how little your brother-in-law really knew. "An honour would be to kill Albus Dumbledore, or one of his 'Order'. Killing a muggle is hardly an honour, Lucius."
"But still," Lucius seemed keen to get your approval.
A hand was placed on your waist. "Don't talk back to your superiors, Lucius," Barty said from your side. "It was a welcome end to her revolting cries, however."
"Indeed it was. How muggles do go on," you replied.
"Yes, I-" Your annoying cousin again tried to engage in conversation.
"Go away, Lucius, (Y/N) and I are trying to speak." Barty cut through. Lucius slunk away and left the two of you in peace.
"Thank you, Barty, he is rather annoying."
"Not at all, my dear," Barty grinned, his hand still on your waist and he spun you to face him. "How about you and I get out of this wannabe club, and go have some fun?"
"And then we could, say, grab dinner somewhere?" You suggest hopefully.
"Delightful," he replies and you both disapparate.