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A RUMOR OF PEACE	By : Acaciarose Category: Harry Potter Crossovers > Slash - Male/Male Views: 6494 -:- Recommendations : 0 -:- Currently Reading : 0
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It was several days later when Rodolphus answered his ringing com link with a snarled, "WHAT?" as he glared at his so-called 'wife'. She was tossing holographs of her latest kill on the coffee table before Rabastan, who simply looked at them as she tossed them before him, brow arched.
"What are you hoping to accomplish here, Bells?" he asked her calmly, knowing perfectly well she hated when he called her that.
"DON'T call me that!"
"Meeting in Warehouse ten," came the voice of someone he did not recognize.
"On our way," he growled, disconnecting the call and standing, "Bellatrix, do control yourself," he told her as he approached the coffee table to pick up one of the holographs, arching a brow. "Hum...not bad, Bells," he grinned when she snarled at him, "but could you not have eviscerated him?"
Her head tilted slightly. "Now where'd the fun be in that, dear husband? That's what I intend to do to your lover when I find him, and just because I can, I'll do the same to Rabastan's."
"Of course you will, dear," he reached out to pat her cheek, "but you have to find him first. Come, Tom's called a meeting in Warehouse ten."
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When they arrived at the warehouse, they found Tom Riddle, aka Lord Voldemort in a towering fury, his black magic raging around him as he tortured some poor fool who, unfortunately for him, failed to miss all the warning signs, or, more than likely, was the one who had brought him the news that had PUT him in this fury.
As Bellatrix danced forward, cackling in delight as the poor fool screamed...and bled all over the stone floor. Rodolphus tilted his head as Rabastan gave a slight nod toward the suddenly silent man.
"Me thinks he brought some very bad news," he murmured to him.
"We're about to find out. He's dead."
And find out they did,
As they stood off to one side, their arms raising to cross over their chests, watching unemotionally, or so it seemed to those that were now watching them nearly as closely as they were watching Riddle, trying to stay out of the way of his furious pacing, raging and curse tossing.
Bellatrix was now attempting to calm her darling Lord, and failing spectacularly as there just was no way he was going to calm now. The man was on a rampage about the Peverell Potter brothers, who had, it seemed, just closed down the last two of his Pleasure houses, the last three drug dens, and the last gambling hall.
They had also confiscated the last three drug shipments, and the last slaver who had brought in goods was summarily captured and arrested, the 'goods' he had brought in returned to their homes after medical evaluations.
With frowns curving their brows, though both wanted nothing more than to smile at what their lovers had managed to accomplish in little over a yarhen {year}. Bells continued to dance around Riddle, running her hands over him, simpering at him that it would be alright very soon. Those little bastards would be dead, and things would soon return to normal.
As they stood watching, they both had also known, from the very moment they had laid eyes on the two, that if anyone could stop this madman's reign of terror, it would be them. Tenacious. Stubborn to a fault, completely focused, and beyond determined to finish what they had set out to do when they had arrived.
And what they had set out to do was shut down Tom Riddle's organization completely, to bring in the man who had murdered their parents sixteen yahren {year} ago, nearly killing them. Their goal had been to utterly and completely destroy every aspect of Riddle, of his power base, and that was exactly what they had done.
Now the final act was about to be set in motion.
"ENOUGH, BELLA!" he finally snarled dangerously at her, pushing her away from him with a hard shove, his red eyes, burning with uncontrolled fury, finding the Lestrange brothers. "I WANT THEM DEAD!" the out-of-control man snarled at them. "TODAY! DO YOU HEAR ME?! NO MORE GAMES! YOU KILL THOSE LITTLE BASTARDS RIGHT NOW!"
They let their arms drop as Bellatrix picked herself up off the floor. They stepped forward as one, Rabastan saying in a cold tone, "It's been our intention all along to bring the Peverell Potter brats before you."
"We'll take their lives in front of your eyes," Rodolphus said, both setting the final confrontation into place.
Tom Riddle went very still, calming immediately as his eyes went very wide, the pleasure of seeing the brothers on the ground before him, bleeding out their life forces, suffusing him. "YES!" he hissed.
Raising a hand, a long almost bony finger pointed at them. "Bring them to me, or find a way to make them come to me. I want to see you torture them. I want to see them bleed. I want to see them suffer before they die."
'We will see who is finished, Tom Riddle,' Rodolphus thought behind the toughest shields he had ever raised. "We'll give them their final warning tonight."
"See that you do. I will be putting my own plans in place to see that they come to me when I am ready for them too."
They both nodded.
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Roark was sitting curled into the corner of the couch, working steadily on one of the three cross- -stitch projects he had going at the moment, this one of Caprica Bay as seen by the lighthouse on one of the two mountainous outcroppings on either side. He had decided to take a break from his investigation into the matter of Leta Lestrange, wanting his mind clear and calm when Rodolphus arrived.
And thinking of his lover...his head shifted just slightly as he continued to stitch, sensing a warning coming from him as he became aware of his presence behind him.
Instead, he finished the last stitch and snipped the blue floss he was working with. "Good evening, Rodolphus," he said as he rose to his feet, realizing instantly the meaning of his silent warning.
He was not alone.
"Not too busy I hope?" he asked, his tone cold, deadly.
Roark felt a tingle go through him at that tone. "I'm never too busy for you, Terminator," he replied in a cool tone, folding the half-finished work and setting it aside. "I was merely relaxing a bit before I got started on my progress reports."
A slight turn of his lips. "Hum...mm, yes, and you certainly have quite a bit to report, don't you?"
Roark gave him a smirk. "That I do," he said, catching sight of movement on the patio as he turned to the sideboard. "They'll certainly be pleased with the progress we've made. Am I to assume that your brother is visiting mine as we speak?"
A shrug. "As we came together, your assumption would be correct."
He glanced toward the French doors again as the shadow moved passed them. "For all that spring is here, it is still quite cold out there at night. Ask your friend to join us."
His sable brow arched even as he raised a black-gloved hand to his ear. Hum...he must be wearing a communication connection device. "Join us," came sharply.
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