An Owl to the Dark Lord

[Rabastan Lestrange]

Dinner with Lucius and Rodolphus and Bellatrix had set Rabastan's mind on a new track. Well, it wasn't entirely new. He had watched his brother be a part of this cause for some time now, and had thought of it often in school. For all of his bravado, there was still a part of Rabastan that was a little brother who wanted to make his big brother proud. Merlin knew it would never be because he married and settled down.

This obviously was not the reason he wanted to become a Death Eater, but certainly the reason he had started to think of it. He listened to Lucius and Rodolphus, learning as much as he could. Now, he seemed to have reached that peak where he would only learn more by doing.

So he sat with a quill in hand, took a deep breath, and began writing.

My Lord, he started, deciding it best to already acknowledge Lord Voldemort as such,

My Lord,

It is with no trepidations that I write to you with my request.

I have watched muggleborns infiltrate the wizarding community for too long. There are too many blood traitors to mention... I am sure you see all of this, and I am saying nothing you haven't heard before.

I want to be a part of the movement to put an end to it, if I may be so bold as to say it. The old families must be preserved before the muggleborns taint our blood.

My request is only this: please let me serve you in whatever way you deem best.

Your servant in heart if not in name,
Rabastan Lestrange


He decided to leave out mentioning his brother, or any of the other Death Eaters he knew, as he felt it was name dropping.

He handed the letter to his owl. "You'll figure out where to take this," he said. She hooted in return before flying out the window and disappearing into the horizon.

Maybe he should have spoken to Rodolphus first. But his brother would have told him to try and meet with the Dark Lord, wouldn't he? He was confident he had done the right thing, but he couldn't quell his nerves.

[Lord Voldemort]

Voldemort was in his chambers, the newest of his affairs before him. It was a regal looking thing, He'd have a special place to put this. His musing was interrupted by a hooting. He looked over his shoulder and saw an owl landing on a table that hadn't been pushed aside and held out it's leg.

He pulled the letter from its small scroll and read it. He would have to have another word with Rodolphus, He was pleased however. He took a small length of black ribbon from another message he had recieved and spelled it to turn into a black snake once it was removed from the owl, then for it to disappear in a puff of black smoke. a message without words acknowledging the message, but no real answer. He was very pleased that he had again been right, the young follow so well, and are led until were old and still followed.

He sent the owl on it's way, back to the boy who sent it. He wondered briefly if he expected a written reply. then his thoughts settled back on who next to use to tie another piece of his soul to the newest of his collection.

[Rabastan Lestrange]

Rabastan's owl seemed nervous, as if it knew what that ribbon was going to do, and ruffled her feathers and flew away from Rabastan as soon as he untied it.

Rabastan wasn't confused, persay, but he wasn't sure what to do. Nor was he entirely sure what that black snake meant. He could ask Rodolphus, but part of him wanted to surprise him brother instead of asking question that he felt he should already know the answer to.

Was Voldemort looking for a response back? Acknowledgment was fine, but it was no answer.

[Lord Voldemort]

**actually could this be set before the dinner, to surprise your brother with your drive? I would like you to mention it at dinner....also that's how I roll, ya hear me son?**[is dead with own humor]

[Rabastan Lestrange]

*Salutes*

Yessir.