About a year or two had passed and Lenzetta was moved from Arkim Orphanage to Greene’s Asylum for the criminally insane. The nurses and councilors at the orphanage just couldn’t handle Lenzetta anymore, plus she was never even looked at for adoption. One harsh January night Lenzetta lye motionless in her bed. She never responded to nurses, she barely ate, and seldom slept. Two nurses came to take her dinner tray, which was still full, and frowned as they left her room.
“Poor girl,” one nurse said sadly. “After all these years, I hope she comes around.” the time passed while Lenzetta just stared at the wall. Her face never showed much expression, it was like she was in a coma but her eyes were still wide open. At times she would talk to herself mumbling nonsense.
“Why don’t they just kill me? They know my life is useless, why not just let me go?” she would often say. “They must be making a pretty damn good prophet off of me.”
On that night very night, something rather strange occurred. The clouds became pitch black and a strange symbol appeared in the sky. Lenzetta had never seen such a thing but she knew if she got out of bed to take a look out the window, the nurses would think she was making a run for it and just shove her back in bed. As quick as clockwork the symbol disappeared.
“Well that was odd…” she said confused.
She turned from the window back to the wall and jumped about two feet out of her bed. A hooded figure was standing in the corner of her room. She began to yell for help but the figure ran over to her bedside and put his hand over her mouth.
“ I heard your parents had reached a terrible fate…” the man said taking off his hood with one hand, the other still over her mouth. Lenzetta’s eyes grew wide as she nodded her head. The man took out his wand and pointed it at her neck.
“Now child, I am going to ask you to remain silent if you would like to be spared.” the pale man spoke. Lenzetta’s eyes grew even wider at the sight of the wand.
“You’re a-a-a…” she stuttered first.
“You have not heard of me? The most notorious dark wizard of all time and you have not heard of my name?” his voice was cold now. Lenzetta just shook her head slowly.
“Who are you?” she said at last. “What good am I to you?”
The man chuckled at her response.
“There is truly nothing far more naïve in this world than the soul of a child.”
“I’m not naïve!” Lenzetta scolded, her voice in rage.
“Then you would know who I am,” the man suggested. “I am Lord Voldemort.”
Lenzetta stared into Voldemort’s blood red eyes still confused by what he could possibly want with her.
“Oh don’t look at me like that,” he said softly. “Consider me as a friend, I mean honestly that’s the truth. Oh I’ve quite forgot! You and the truth are not on familiar terms.” Lenzetta’s eyes showed no mercy at these words.
“And you would know?” she questioned angrily.
“Truth is always bitter to those who fear it,” Voldemort said now strolling around her room.
“I fear nothing!” Lenzetta argued.
Voldemort laughed loudly as he turned back to Lenzetta.
“False!” he said, “You fear much!”
Lenzetta sunk back in her bed by his overly mocking voice.
“This asylum, for example.” Voldemort explained. “How bout the memories that drove you here? More years in shall we say…supervised hospitalization? Ah yes! You fear much! But of course all problems do have a resolution, do they not?”
“What are you implying I do?! Just walk out the front door? I’m surprised they haven’t killed me yet, they surely would if I tried to run…”
Voldemort just shook his head.
“Let me explain this in a clearer matter shall I?” he said to Lenzetta who was still glaring up at him from her bed. “You hate Muggles correct? For what they did to your parents?”
“Ever since my parents died I’ve wanted to avenge them…” Lenzetta replied, a hint of grief in her voice. Voldemort smiled.
“Bingo!” he yelled. “That is why I need you!”
Lenzetta sighed. “You’re not making any sense at all.”
Voldemort walked over to Lenzetta’s bedside and knelt down getting closer to her. He glared into her eyes and said “I have an army known as the Death Eaters, ever heard of em’?”
Lenzetta shook her head no and Voldemort continued.
“My Death Eaters are fighting for a cause, to eliminate Muggles and Mudbloods everywhere. Being a Death Eater you must be willing to fight and or die for the cause.”
Lenzetta hesitated to think about the conditions. She finally spoke.
“Lord Voldemort, I would like to avenge my parents in any way that I can. I am willing to fight or die for this cause…”
Voldemort smirked evilly. “Excellent,” he said.
The Dark Lord took Lenzetta’s hand and apparated out of the asylum.
They apparated to the most enormous house that Lenzetta had ever seen. The Malfoy Manor, was where the Death Eaters had most of their meetings. They strode up the rocky road to the entrance of the mansion. Voldemort opened the door letting Lenzetta go in first.
“Wait here, I’m going to go inspect the others.” Voldemort walked out of the room, his long black cloak flowing around his bear feet as he walked. Lenzetta stood in the one spot where he had left her. As she waited for his return she heard voices coming from upstairs. A man and a woman were arguing.
“How dare you?!” the woman’s voice rang.
The man laughed hysterically at her words.
“Ah Bella I should have known!” he said still laughing.
“Severus I swear if word gets out about that you will rue the day you were born!” Bella yelled, her voice slightly quivering.
Lenzetta chuckled to herself in amusement of the argument. Finally two people were visible from the top of the stairs but they still didn’t notice Lenzetta standing near the front door.
“Severus, please I beg of you! Don’t!” Bellatrix pleaded her voice shaking more. Severus Snape smiled as he walked down the steps, Bellatrix eagerly following him.
“Oh but poor Rodolphus is gonna find out some day though Bellatrix…” Snape replied smirking. Bellatrix’s eyes grew wide in disgust.
“You wouldn’t…” she said furiously.
“Try me,” Severus said chuckling.
Finally the two noticed Lenzetta and stopped in their tracks.
“Who are you?” Bellatrix said in a low tone. “What are you doing here?” Bellatrix ran into the other room where Voldemort had gone. Her torn dress flopped around her legs as she disappeared from the room. Lenzetta turned to Snape, who was once her potions professor and looked at him worryingly.
“Professor,” she said softly, “what are you doing here?”
“Why Ms. Lovett, I was just about to ask you the same thing,” Snape said in his normal boring tone of voice. Just then the door burst open.
“That’s her My Lord.” Bellatrix explained to her master.
“Yes Bellatrix, I know she’s here, I brought her here.”
Bellatrix looked confused at his words.
“And Bella, I’m actually rather glad you’re here as well,” Voldemort said. “You are the one I would most trust to teach this young lady what you know.
Bellatrix cheeks turned red, a loving smile appearing on her face.
“Why thank you my Lord,” she said to him at once.
“My Lord,” Severus cut in, “It has come to my attention that this girl hasn’t received her mark yet…” he said gripping Lenzetta’s wrist in his hand.
“Ah yes I’ve forgot! Thank you Severus!” Voldemort replied then he turned to Bellatrix again and whispered, “I am going to prepare this girl for her Mark Bella, then I shall bring her to you. I want you to teach her all the unforgivable spells, just as I had taught you, understand?”
Bellatrix’s eyes grew wide with excitement. “Yes My Lord!” she said as she gave a low curtsey to Voldemort. The Dark Lord then turned to Severus and pointed at him. “Then after Bella is done with her lesson, would you be willing to teach her the practice of Legilimency?” he asked. At this, Snape smirked passed Voldemort to Bella who looked incredibly nervous.
“Speaking of which My Lord, I-” Severus started but got interrupted by a gasp from Bellatrix. Voldemort turned to Bella in disgust.
“Let him talk please Bellatrix,” he instructed.
“Yes My Lord…” she said, her lip quivering.
“I was just going to say that I’d be happy to teach Lenzetta,” Snape said still grinning.
“Excellent!” Voldemort said and he took Lenzetta to give her the Dark Mark.
“Poor girl,” one nurse said sadly. “After all these years, I hope she comes around.” the time passed while Lenzetta just stared at the wall. Her face never showed much expression, it was like she was in a coma but her eyes were still wide open. At times she would talk to herself mumbling nonsense.
“Why don’t they just kill me? They know my life is useless, why not just let me go?” she would often say. “They must be making a pretty damn good prophet off of me.”
On that night very night, something rather strange occurred. The clouds became pitch black and a strange symbol appeared in the sky. Lenzetta had never seen such a thing but she knew if she got out of bed to take a look out the window, the nurses would think she was making a run for it and just shove her back in bed. As quick as clockwork the symbol disappeared.
“Well that was odd…” she said confused.
She turned from the window back to the wall and jumped about two feet out of her bed. A hooded figure was standing in the corner of her room. She began to yell for help but the figure ran over to her bedside and put his hand over her mouth.
“ I heard your parents had reached a terrible fate…” the man said taking off his hood with one hand, the other still over her mouth. Lenzetta’s eyes grew wide as she nodded her head. The man took out his wand and pointed it at her neck.
“Now child, I am going to ask you to remain silent if you would like to be spared.” the pale man spoke. Lenzetta’s eyes grew even wider at the sight of the wand.
“You’re a-a-a…” she stuttered first.
“You have not heard of me? The most notorious dark wizard of all time and you have not heard of my name?” his voice was cold now. Lenzetta just shook her head slowly.
“Who are you?” she said at last. “What good am I to you?”
The man chuckled at her response.
“There is truly nothing far more naïve in this world than the soul of a child.”
“I’m not naïve!” Lenzetta scolded, her voice in rage.
“Then you would know who I am,” the man suggested. “I am Lord Voldemort.”
Lenzetta stared into Voldemort’s blood red eyes still confused by what he could possibly want with her.
“Oh don’t look at me like that,” he said softly. “Consider me as a friend, I mean honestly that’s the truth. Oh I’ve quite forgot! You and the truth are not on familiar terms.” Lenzetta’s eyes showed no mercy at these words.
“And you would know?” she questioned angrily.
“Truth is always bitter to those who fear it,” Voldemort said now strolling around her room.
“I fear nothing!” Lenzetta argued.
Voldemort laughed loudly as he turned back to Lenzetta.
“False!” he said, “You fear much!”
Lenzetta sunk back in her bed by his overly mocking voice.
“This asylum, for example.” Voldemort explained. “How bout the memories that drove you here? More years in shall we say…supervised hospitalization? Ah yes! You fear much! But of course all problems do have a resolution, do they not?”
“What are you implying I do?! Just walk out the front door? I’m surprised they haven’t killed me yet, they surely would if I tried to run…”
Voldemort just shook his head.
“Let me explain this in a clearer matter shall I?” he said to Lenzetta who was still glaring up at him from her bed. “You hate Muggles correct? For what they did to your parents?”
“Ever since my parents died I’ve wanted to avenge them…” Lenzetta replied, a hint of grief in her voice. Voldemort smiled.
“Bingo!” he yelled. “That is why I need you!”
Lenzetta sighed. “You’re not making any sense at all.”
Voldemort walked over to Lenzetta’s bedside and knelt down getting closer to her. He glared into her eyes and said “I have an army known as the Death Eaters, ever heard of em’?”
Lenzetta shook her head no and Voldemort continued.
“My Death Eaters are fighting for a cause, to eliminate Muggles and Mudbloods everywhere. Being a Death Eater you must be willing to fight and or die for the cause.”
Lenzetta hesitated to think about the conditions. She finally spoke.
“Lord Voldemort, I would like to avenge my parents in any way that I can. I am willing to fight or die for this cause…”
Voldemort smirked evilly. “Excellent,” he said.
The Dark Lord took Lenzetta’s hand and apparated out of the asylum.
They apparated to the most enormous house that Lenzetta had ever seen. The Malfoy Manor, was where the Death Eaters had most of their meetings. They strode up the rocky road to the entrance of the mansion. Voldemort opened the door letting Lenzetta go in first.
“Wait here, I’m going to go inspect the others.” Voldemort walked out of the room, his long black cloak flowing around his bear feet as he walked. Lenzetta stood in the one spot where he had left her. As she waited for his return she heard voices coming from upstairs. A man and a woman were arguing.
“How dare you?!” the woman’s voice rang.
The man laughed hysterically at her words.
“Ah Bella I should have known!” he said still laughing.
“Severus I swear if word gets out about that you will rue the day you were born!” Bella yelled, her voice slightly quivering.
Lenzetta chuckled to herself in amusement of the argument. Finally two people were visible from the top of the stairs but they still didn’t notice Lenzetta standing near the front door.
“Severus, please I beg of you! Don’t!” Bellatrix pleaded her voice shaking more. Severus Snape smiled as he walked down the steps, Bellatrix eagerly following him.
“Oh but poor Rodolphus is gonna find out some day though Bellatrix…” Snape replied smirking. Bellatrix’s eyes grew wide in disgust.
“You wouldn’t…” she said furiously.
“Try me,” Severus said chuckling.
Finally the two noticed Lenzetta and stopped in their tracks.
“Who are you?” Bellatrix said in a low tone. “What are you doing here?” Bellatrix ran into the other room where Voldemort had gone. Her torn dress flopped around her legs as she disappeared from the room. Lenzetta turned to Snape, who was once her potions professor and looked at him worryingly.
“Professor,” she said softly, “what are you doing here?”
“Why Ms. Lovett, I was just about to ask you the same thing,” Snape said in his normal boring tone of voice. Just then the door burst open.
“That’s her My Lord.” Bellatrix explained to her master.
“Yes Bellatrix, I know she’s here, I brought her here.”
Bellatrix looked confused at his words.
“And Bella, I’m actually rather glad you’re here as well,” Voldemort said. “You are the one I would most trust to teach this young lady what you know.
Bellatrix cheeks turned red, a loving smile appearing on her face.
“Why thank you my Lord,” she said to him at once.
“My Lord,” Severus cut in, “It has come to my attention that this girl hasn’t received her mark yet…” he said gripping Lenzetta’s wrist in his hand.
“Ah yes I’ve forgot! Thank you Severus!” Voldemort replied then he turned to Bellatrix again and whispered, “I am going to prepare this girl for her Mark Bella, then I shall bring her to you. I want you to teach her all the unforgivable spells, just as I had taught you, understand?”
Bellatrix’s eyes grew wide with excitement. “Yes My Lord!” she said as she gave a low curtsey to Voldemort. The Dark Lord then turned to Severus and pointed at him. “Then after Bella is done with her lesson, would you be willing to teach her the practice of Legilimency?” he asked. At this, Snape smirked passed Voldemort to Bella who looked incredibly nervous.
“Speaking of which My Lord, I-” Severus started but got interrupted by a gasp from Bellatrix. Voldemort turned to Bella in disgust.
“Let him talk please Bellatrix,” he instructed.
“Yes My Lord…” she said, her lip quivering.
“I was just going to say that I’d be happy to teach Lenzetta,” Snape said still grinning.
“Excellent!” Voldemort said and he took Lenzetta to give her the Dark Mark.
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