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Notes: Written as a Theatrical Muse introduction.
"The Sword of the Dark Lord"
by Christine Anderson
aka Lilly Malfoy
This world- my world- has forgotten so much in the years I have been
gone. Once no one would have had to ask my name; once no one would have
dared. To look at me was to know who, and what, I was.
I carry the name, I bear the marks. I am a Black, eldest daughter of the
House of Black, ancient, pure, respected. Noble.
I am Bellatrix Black Lestrange, heiress to the power, the nobility, of the
Blacks. Their blood is my blood. This world does not remember it, but I am
Yes, I am still, despite everything. Despite how far the name has fallen-
how far it has fallen for the alleged crimes of one who should never have
carried the name at all.
And I am more.
I am a Death Eater; I am honored to serve at the hand of Lord Voldemort, am
honored to be his sword.
Others would lie- others have lied- about what they are. Have hidden the
Marks, hidden from the signs and the memories. Not I.
I would die before renouncing the Dark Lord, and the fools were never
strong enough to kill me. They chained me because I allowed them to, and
even they must have known that their chains would not hold me forever.
I kept faith when others did not. I never doubted, not even in the dark
hell of Azkaban, that my Lord would come for me one day. I never doubted
his word that he would return.
Again I stand at my Lord's side, again I am honored to serve.
I swore loyalty to the Dark Lord, and I have kept my word. When others have
forsaken their oaths, I have kept mine. As I will continue to keep them.