Title: Chloe Sullivan and the Secret Snarking
Sequel to: Draco Malfoy and the Snarky Pen Pal
Universe: Fiderlius Series
Characters: Chloe/Draco, Lois, Lana, Bellatrix, Lucius, Severus, Voldemort
Fandoms: Smallville/Harry Potter
Summary: Two years later Chloe, Lana and Lois resurface during a Death Eater banquet. Chloe knows that Draco didn't know who or what she was when they were penpals, but she still wished he could have warned her.
A/N: Chloe POV
The days passed with Chloe training with Bellatrix during the days and collapsing on the bed at nights, somehow finding the energy to snark back to Draco Malfoy, which just proved to her whom of the two was the greatest snarker. She still wasn't able to find that place in her mind Bellatrix told her to find, but she had to admit that her body seemed to be getting numb because it took more and more torture to feel the same amount of agony that she'd felt at the beginning. Of course Bellatrix noticed this and taunted the blonde more than once about her desire for more pain, which wasn't true but Chloe couldn't speak because of her sore throat.
It didn't help that the flashes had been absent since her sojourn at Lestrange Manor had returned, flashes of Voldemort and another boy she'd never seen before with wire-rim glasses. These episodes left her with her heart racing and fear gurgling up her throat, threatening to escape her lips in screams. These glimpses especially occurred while she slept, so her dreams weren't even a place of refuge anymore.
She threw herself into her training and tried thinking about Voldemort and his pride once she proved herself, as Bellatrix had ordered, but that hadn't done anything but give her a headache. Chloe had then tried replacing Voldemort's image with that of Lois, of Lucy, who was the unplanned daughter of her aunt and uncle who'd been shipped off to a boarding school in Europe to protect Lois once Lucy came of age and the Trace activated. Lucy was now attending Bauxbatons under the name Lucia Flint, and had been in the know magic-wise for so many years while Chloe and Lois had themselves been kept in the dark.
When the images of her cousins, father, and Lana didn't do anything to help Chloe she nearly went insane.
It was by mere coincidence that Bellatrix randomly mentioned her sister Narcissa during one of the sessions, and that had made Chloe recall Draco's correspondence.Attn: Clearly Delusional
It is saddening to think that something as bad taste as a Sweetheart Scroll is fascinating for you. Though I must admit, it surprises and intrigues me that after learning of its existence your mind automatically went to the less than pure ways it could be implemented. And concerning your supposed powers of kissing, I must say I highly doubt this high impression you seem to have of your talent in that direction. Unless you've been giving it a good go lately and have practiced vigorously. If so I would cringe to think of whom you were practicing on given the fact that I now know whom your companions have been these last two years.
Then again, it could very well have been Rosier.
Once more I'm intrigued.
Malfoys do NOT 'whine like a baby'. Also, I do not think you have the right to speak this way of my family. You have never met my mother so I refuse to allow you to judge her. Just because your mother was horrible and an utter failure doesn't mean mine is.
You are not the 'Muggle Who Is', we both know this to be far from the truth, otherwise your...situation...would be drastically different.
Yes I was aware of their correspondence, though I admit that I only discovered this after you...left. He informed me of it. I found it of little interest or consequence so I dismissed the information and wouldn't have remembered if you hadn't found some reason to mention it.
How dare you insinuate that there was something wrong with my upbringing? And as for your information, Malfoy are of a higher breeding than the Zabini. His being a 'gentleman' to Rosier is nothing special, as we had a professor peering over our shoulders all the time and if we were to pass the class we had to keep corresponding to our so called Muggle correspondents...no matter how tiring or trying she may be.
You wouldn't wish to meet Mrs. Zabini. Take my word for it and leave it at that.
Handsome? Are you bloody BLIND? What about him is handsome? And why the bloody hell would I know if he managed to fool some poor bird into being stupid enough to be engaged to him? And how did you know about our custom of finding a suitable bride before graduation? How is it that you do not know of the Sweetheart Scroll and yet you know about that?
You are hardly helpless, and you asked for it. Not the pinning. You know to what I refer. So why should I feel any regret? You obviously have a mental illness or masochistic tendencies you feel need addressing and whom am I to stand in the way of your own trademark fun?
For your information, Greengrass is a very respectable pureblooded name, and you might be the only half-decent female to bear that surname in a while. And I say 'might', because I don't know whether you're worthy or not. I'm still trying to get over the fact that you're not a muggle. At least I don't have to feel disgusted at writing you anymore.
Draco Malfoy, Educator Of The Ignorant
Crucio wracked her body as it spasmed.
Chloe kept her eyes closed as she remembered her answer.Attn: Oh So Touchy
You are one to speak about one's mind going immediately to less than pure things! Lana? She is very much a sister to me, and she is of the wrong sex, so no, my vast oral experience is not thanks to her or her mouth. It isn't thanks to Lois either, before you ask. I know that marriage between those related by blood is both expected and encouraged amongst the Purebloods to keep said blood as pure as possible, but Lois and I have no interest in such things with each other. Speaking of this, your mother and mine were distant cousins, both of the Black lineage, which means I should be able to claim the Olde House of Black as my own, and I think I will. It will keep you from being all high and mighty flaunting it all around.
You are right, I have never met your mother and thus I apologize for anything I said about her. But I HAVE met both you and your father and I can say without the semblance of a doubt that the both of you whine incessantly. You can deny it all you want but I have corresponded with you for a long period of time, and I have been in close contact with your father for a much longer period of time. So don't tell me you don't whine because I know very well that you whine.
Well, I couldn't expect you to actually consider Blaise handsome unless you swung that way...which you either don't or are in deep denial about. Considering that homosexuality isn't an issue in this world I am guessing it is the first. I can tell you though, as a female who isn't blind in any way, that Blaise Zabini is one of the finest specimens I have seen in a very long time. He's also from a good family, pure blood, rich...from what I've been told he was a perfect match for a pureblooded female. So I doubt that the woman who finally marries him would be 'poor' in any way imaginable. I think she'd be quite...satisfied.
I'll have you know that that isn't my sort of 'fun', but it is essential and I do not shy away from discomfort if it will help in the long run. I am sure that you as well are willing to do whatever it is you need to do to get ahead in life. We all have different parts to play, Draco, and this one is mine. I'd prefer not to speak about it truthfully, as your letters are one of the few things that help me forget it if only for a couple of minutes.
Chloe Sullivan...Also Of The Olde House Of Black
Chloe stared blankly ahead of her, body twitching.Attn: Unreasonable And Disrespectful Towards Honorable Parentage
Your lack of desire to claim your father's true name, your true name, as your own is reprehensible and confounding. Why would you prefer to embrace that Muggle name that isn't yours instead of embracing your true identity and rich heritage? I know that...they...refer to you by your Wizarding Name, your true name, so the fact that you still sign your name as Sullivan...is that not betraying what you stand for? Don't be so fickle. If you are willing to...endure what you do willingly...then why would this be such an issue to you? It is a disrespect and a spit in the face.
Considering that you have sworn Rosier and Gaunt are not the ones who have given you this vast oral knowledge you boast of, I am forced to ponder if you haven't gathered your experience from muggles. And that sickens me. Then again I know of the ones with whom you have been in company with since...and the thought of you gathering this data from any of them is quite...unpleasant...to imagine as well. I almost pity you now.
Yes, to keep our blood as pure as possible this is encouraged and accepted. And yes, we are somewhat related by our mothers. Interesting that you should choose to point this out just after mentioning marriage between relatives. Are you insinuating a desire to marry me? I would not blame you if you were. I could understand your interest, as I have had many proposals so far. It is...unusual...that the girl should do the proposing, but my looks and money and pedigree have a way of turing the heads of girls and I have grown quite used to this special attention.
I do not whine. You are a filthy liar. Neither does my father. It irritates me that you pretend to know him so intimately as to speak of him with such familiarity.
You irritate me further with your whole section on Zabini. I thought you had more brain cells than that.
Draco Malfoy, Annoyed and Irritated
"Yesssssss." Bellatrix hissed, a wicked smile curving her lips and insane glint in her eyes. "That's it!"
Chloe didn't hear, the spasming of her body growing less intense without her even realizing.Attn: Annoying and Irritating
Are you related to the Crabbe's perchance? Because your correspondence get crabbier with each one.
I do not see it as my disrespecting my father or denying any claim to his heritage, but I see it as honoring all he did to keep me safe. He did more than many father would have done for his daughter. He left his money and power and family in this world and joined one filled with people he detested and found beneath him, yet still fashioned himself to blend in with them as to keep me safe. I will forever love him for that, and for that reason I honor the Sullivan surname.
Despite what you might believe, I do not harbor anything against Muggles. I grew up with them, and for so long I thought I was one. The thought of romantic entanglement with one is not disgusting for me as it is for those we associate with. So I believe this is my way of saying that yes, my 'vast oral experience' (or those I have kissed...because it seems so much more sexual the other way) has come from contact with muggles. Was this your roundabout way of asking if I've kissed your father?
No. I am in no way proposing to you. You are handsome, I give you that because to state otherwise would be an utter lie, but I am not destined to become a Malfoy. When the day should come in which I am to be tied to an old pureblood house, I know for certain that it will not be Malfoy. It will not be Zabini either. Hopefully it shan't be Crabbe or Goyle for that matter...for I have seen the boys and the fathers...and neither are appealing in the least bit. But then again, these matters don't seem to matter so much in the pureblood community, do they? As long as unions are formed and alliances cemented that is all that seems to matter.
I speak of your father with familiarity because I know him well. As I mentioned before, he was one of my tutors. If you disbelieve anything I have to say then you could ask him yourself about how involved he was with us. Then again, he most probably is not allowed to say much. It might be better that you do not ask. He might mention your curiosity and that cannot end well.
It amuses me...your reaction to my comments on Zabini. Is it because he's your equal in looks, riches, and blood purity? And do not bother to deny it, I have asked and been informed of these facts.
Are you in Hogwarts yet? You should be. Shouldn't you? Time...it seems to move differently here somehow.
Chloe Sullivan, Darkly Amused
"You have found it!" Bellatrix cackled in glee.
Chloe was only brought back to the present when her binds were magically severed and she collapsed to the ground with a loud grunt. Only then did her mind register the agony in her body, and the fevered warmth.
"Yes yes yessssssss." Bellatrix danced around her, clapping her hands in glee. "You found it! You found that which you find refuge in!" She twirled around before crouching down animalistic-like in front of her eagerly. "Which was it? Was it the Dark Lord smiling? Or his embrace of pride? Or telling you well done?" Her hair was wild, covering half of her face.
Chloe hardly had the energy to answer, her body trying to force her to sleep so she could heal faster.
She couldn't tell Bellatrix that she'd forgotten to try and think of Voldemort situations and instead had immersed her mind in Draco's infuriating correspondence.
The blonde closed her eyes as she laid down completely on the cold floor, thinking of an answered that would please her mentor. "He's on the throne, victory won."
"Beautiful!" Bellatrix praised.
The next couple of days passed in the same fashion, with Bellatrix using the Crucio and other curses on her, and Chloe mastering the ability to disconnect with one's body by escaping into one's mind. She'd learnt to escape quicker and quicker, going over her correspondence with Draco or composing her responses to his latest letters in her mind...and then imagining whatever little insults he might hurl back at her for the ones she was hurling at him. Soon by the first curse she was already deep within her mind and unable to feel anything at all, only jarring back to the present once the binds were gone and her body hit the floor...the pain always overwhelming and nauseating.
The day Bellatrix declared that she had 'graduated' from the 'course' she'd nearly cried with happiness and pride. It felt like such a silly thing to be proud of, and yet she was terribly proud of this accomplishment...and the slowly growing respect she could see from time to time in her mentor's insane eyes.
"I have told Our Master of your great achievement." Bellatrix smiled toothily as they walked through the greenhouse of died plants. "He is impressed. Wishes to see it with his own eyes."
Chloe gulped, suddenly scared.
When Voldemort arrived and looked deep inside her eyes he'd know everything. Her mind was an open book for him to browse through or read in depth at his pleasure. He'd know immediately about her correspondence with Draco, would know that she'd lied about what it was that her mind went to whenever Bellatrix strung her up. He would know everything, just as he always did, and for the first time Chloe had something to hide.
It terrified her.Attn: Miss Vastly Misinformed
I do not know who had given you such misguided information, but I shall have you know that the Zabini and Malfoy pedigree and ancestry and fortune are NOT equal. While the Zabini family is indeed a largely respected old blood family of considerable wealth, everything pales compared to my family. It is common knowledge and I despair at the fact that you profess to have been so 'enlightened' by such terrible, reprehensible deceit.
Also, we are in no way related to the Crabbe or Goyle family. Never mention such idiocies ever again.
Your father would be a fool to not accept my suit should I ever be insane and masochistic enough to ever ask for your hand, so your assurance that you'd never marry me is unfounded. Anyone whom I choose to tolerate for the rest of our lives will be thanking the heavens that I chose to add her to the prestigious Malfoy name, and do not think that you are the first Greengrass to be brought to my attention marriage-wise. Both cousins of yours, Daphne and Astoria, have made their interest known.
Your view on Muggles isn't very accepted in our circles. It would be best if you ceased from such Blood-Traitor-Like thoughts.
Yes, I am in Hogwarts now, having to see Saint Potter every day much to my chagrin. He is ever trying to be the hero of Hogwarts, ever so pure and noble in his quest to rid the world of us. It sickens me. He sickens me. This whole school sickens me.
Slytherin will be having a match against Hufflepuff and as Seeker I am expected to train more than the others. I must admit it helps to be on the Quidditch field, high above on my broom, with only the Snitch to think of.
It's a refreshing change from normal.
Have you broken down from your practice as yet? I'm waiting any second for you to write, crying, telling me how it was just too much and you were a fool for even wanting to learn such a thing.
Draco Malfoy, Seeker Extraordinaire
Now that she'd 'graduated' from the torture tests, Chloe found her lessons change. Despite being insane Bellatrix surprisingly enough made sense as she taught Chloe about people's weaknesses, mental, emotional, and physical. The witch announced that the angrier or emotionally bruised you could get an opponent, the easier it would be for you to defeat them as it made their magic somewhat unstable. It was why Death Eaters didn't get 'angry', they fought with 'assurance' that they were fighting for what was right and that in the end they'd come out victoriously.
It was such a lesson in psychology that Chloe couldn't help her fascination in both her classes and her teacher.
On the outside Bellatrix looked like some bat-crazy woman, and yet when she sat down and actually talked to you, you realized there was keen intelligence there.
"I can't use a wand or do magic without one," Chloe commented as they sat under a large oak tree on the Lestrange land. "Wouldn't it be more dangerous then for me to try and get my attackers angry?"
From where she was hanging upside down on a branch, Bellatrix cackled. "You'll always be looked on as the least dangerous, Chloe. They'll always see you as the lesser threat, and in a sense they're perfectly right. In most senses you're as useless as a Squib."
Chloe flinched, hugging her knees to her chest.
"But...that is also your greatest strength." Bellatrix sneered as she dropped through the air, landing with all the grace of a feline, hair frizzy, wild, sticking out in every possible way. "Your strength is your weakness."
Chloe frowned as she looked up at her. "What do you mean?"
Bellatrix sat down and smiled. "That's what you will show me when your lessons have ended and you are tested."
"Tested?" Chloe leaned closer. "I'm going to be tested on everything I'm learning here?"
The Death Eater just threw her head back and cackled.
That did nothing to soothe Chloe's nerves.Attn: Mister Snob
You know, I find it vastly interesting to read your inner thoughts on those around you. The Half-Bloods are barely tolerated, the Muggles are utterly despised...and yet Purebloods don't fair too well in your mind either, do they? From what I see, if you're not a Malfoy you're not worth it. And that has nothing to do with righteousness but snobbery. Shame on you Draco Lucius Malfoy. Tsk Tsk Tsk.
Your suit? That's funny Draco. And I'm sorry to tell you that should you ever decide for some reason to be masochistic enough to bind you and I together for eternity in marriage (as I have heard that divorce isn't allowed in Wizarding Law-and how barbaric is THAT?) that should you ever find my father to ask for my hand you'll be promptly yet politely let down. It's nothing personal, mind you, not from my father's part at least, nor from mine. These things are out of our hands. But considering how long we've been gone from this world, and how we don't know people or their family as Dad might have once upon a time...it's an honor to have someone care enough about my marrying to put himself in charge of whom I should ever go to.
Normally I'd rant and rave about the unfairness and all about women's rights and announced something sarcastic like 'we're not in 1844 anymore'...but I've had two years to complain and rant and rave and fight the system and I realized it isn't even the same system anymore. Things are different, situations are different, people are different. We could get slaughtered any moment because of some madman and his quest for power...and the only one keeping us safe is...well...he's protected us all this time from that utter madman and I trust his decision in my further protection.
If that means taking two steps back for the whole women's rights or whatever so be it. I like being alive.
I'm sorry you have to be there in Hogwarts when it obviously displeases you. Could you not transfer to the Durmstrang Institute? Your father once told me how he'd always intended for you to attend there and yet had caved into your mother's desires to have you closer to home. Surely if Hogwarts is as dislikable as you put it then your mother will understand that it would be for your best to transfer? I do not know the woman, but the fact that she wanted you close-it shows she truly cares about you and your safety. You're very lucky to have a mother like that.
Quidditch. I really know nothing about that except that its played on a broom and there's this little golden ball with wings that acts like a complete tease.
No, I haven't. I've actually graduated from that class and am onto better things. Was that a hint of concern garbed by raging sarcasm I detected?
Chloe Sullivan, Prestigious Graduate
Rolling up the parchment and placing it and the pen inside of the slip of her pillow for safe-keeping, Chloe curled around it and sighed as she laid down, readying to sleep and the nightmares that would no doubt plague her there.
The door flew open and Bellatrix appeared in her night gown, eyes wide, hair a mess. "He is here! Our Lord is here!"
Chloe sat up in bed, eyes wide.