Harry Potter - Series Fan Fiction ❯ Roses and Lovers ❯ April 30th, 1974 ( Chapter 6 )

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April 30th, 1974

 

“Evan, have you seen Andrea?”

 

Evan Rosier, Arcturus' younger brother, looked up as he descended the stairs. “Darkmoore? No; she isn't in her room?”

 

Arcturus shook his head. “I haven't seen her at all this afternoon—and it's our formal gathering! It's Walpurgisnacht, for chrissake, and she's not even here!”

 

“Maybe she's got something more important to do.”

 

“What's more important than Walpurgisnacht?”

 

“Maybe she's already there,” Evan's girlfriend interrupted.

 

“Then my wards should have felt her leave the house!”

 

“Are you sure you weren't too busy with Theopolis to notice?”

 

“Theopolis wasn't even here today!”

 

“We'll take the chance to hope that she's there,” Evan smoothly said, motioning for his brother as he glared at the woman on his arm. “Let's go; we'll be late.”

 

Arcturus nodded, and the three walked out of Independence and headed outside to the Rosier grounds: Several wizards and witches were there already, all cloaked with black, but for the females - a good number of them were wearing heels - he noticed that they had formal gowns beneath their black Knight-of-Walpurgis robes as well. He smiled.

 

“Arcturus!” called a familiar voice. “Over here!”

 

Arcturus turned to face the voice that he heard over several times a day; after all, Andrea did live with him. When he turned to look at her, Arcturus gasped, his eyes widening. Evan looked, as well, with wide eyes, “Is that really Andrea?”

 

Andrea's dark chocolate hair was up in a delicate, lightly loose bun, but the rest of her hair that she did not tie up with the bun was let loose around her face that it looked like, from the back, a triangular-shaped curtain; a single bobby pin - enhanced with magic, for sure - held it all in place. This made her face stand out, her silvery-gray eyes outlined with black eyeliner. A light, crimson blush settled on her cheeks. She wore a dress in a light shade of brown, beaded with what seemed to be topazes. There was a light, thin, veil-like cloth around her left arm covering it from shoulder to wrist. The dress fit snugly on her curves, and made them stand out more. In the front, it was a low `v'-shape, just a few inches below her collar. When Andrea approached him and enveloped him in a hug, Arcturus noticed that there was a very low `v'-shape that reached to the small of her back. He whispered into her ear, “Tempting seductress.”

 

“Ah-uh,” Andrea teased in a sing-song voice as she pulled away to join another cloaked in black who approached her studiously with long, but slow, strides. “Not tonight.” The figure outstretched his left hand, and Arcturus quickly noticed the long, pale, spidery-like fingers, and gasped as he, and all those around him who had noticed, bowed.

 

“My Lord,” he breathed. “I did not know that she would be yours for the night.”

 

Lord Voldemort's eyes glanced at Andrea, before he looked at Arcturus, and said coolly, “She did not know, either.”

 

Andrea smiled vivaciously, “It is my pleasure to serve you, my Lord.”

 

“Of course.” With a curt nod to Arcturus, he motioned with his left hand, and Andrea looped her arm through his.

 

After both of them had left, Evan shook his brother, who was staring at them as they split the crowds to reach the circle of glass where they were designated to dance as the Dark Lord began announcing several things.

 

“Did I just see what I just saw?” breathed Evan in awe. “Was that—?”

 

“Andrea. With the Dark Lord.” Arcturus' eyes were wide in disbelief as his eyes followed who was supposedly his girlfriend. “I think it was.” Then he added in a whisper, every single word directed to Andrea, who he knew could not hear him: “Well, if my heart must break, dear love for your sake, it will break it music, I know, poets' hearts break so.”

 

“What nonsense are you spouting out now, Rosier?” a voice off to the side of him said haughtily.

 

“Nonsense,” he began as he gathered himself and his composure, “that you have no business in concerning yourself with, Lucius.”

 

“Now, now,” said another voice, this time female. “You should be glad Lucius even came at all.”

 

Seeing the Dark Lord and Andrea dancing upon the glass floor, Arcturus said bitterly, “Now, now, Bella. You know he cannot deny our Lord's gatherings on Walpurgisnacht. He would go into a Muggle city if he had to.”

 

He saw Lucius flinch at the mention of `Muggle' and grinned devilishly. “You won't win a battle of words with me, Lucius; I know and see much more than you ever will.”

 

He then averted his gaze from the pale woman on Lucius' arm, and from the black-clad man on Bella's as he saw Andrea's arm motioning for him. He waved his wand in the air producing a hibiscus rose. “Now, if you'll excuse me, I think I'll go dancing.”