Rose greet everyone of his eaters wanting to prove to everyone Harry's defeat

Rose walks slowly toward the main table, her movements stiff and deliberate. Greyback's gaze follows her, a silent, possessive weight. She could feel the eyes of every **** Eater on her, a hundred pairs of greedy, mocking stares. She stops before Lucius Malfoy, who is staring at her with a mixture of revulsion and a strange, hungry curiosity.

"Lucius," she says, her voice steady despite the trembling in her hands. "It is... a pleasure."

Lucius's lips curl into a sneer. "The pleasure is all ours, I'm sure. To see the Boy Who Lived... reduced to this. It is a spectacle for the ages."

Rose nods, her expression unreadable, and moves on. She passes a sneering Wormtail, who spits on the floor at her feet. She doesn't flinch. She comes to Dolohov, who gives her a slow, appraising look, his eyes lingering on her belly.

"A fertile little thing, aren't you?" he says, his voice a low rumble. "Perhaps when you're done with the Dark Lord's whelp, you'll be open to... other offers. Who weren't want to fuck the chosen one?"

Greyback knew he couldn't say anything in front of Voldemort. If he wanted Rose to fuck every men, women, and house elf in this room right now. He was not in position to stop him.

Rose walks to Bellatrix. Bella's eyes, dark and wild, fixate on Rose with an intensity that makes her skin crawl. There is no amusement in Bellatrix's expression, only a pure, undiluted hatred that vibrates in the space between them.

"So this is the great Harry Potter," Bellatrix whispers, her voice a poisonous caress. "I expected... more. I expected a fight. Instead, I find a broodmare, swollen with my Master's child and whoring herself out to a mongrel." She spits the word "mongrel" with such venom that even Greyback stiffens beside her. Her former love for Rose showing themselves in this jealous rage.

"I am whatever the Dark Lord wishes me to be," Rose replies, her voice barely audible. "My will is his."

Bellatrix lets out a high, mad laugh. "Oh, I see. He's broken you. Good. I was worried I'd have to do it myself." She leans in closer, her breath hot against Rose's ear. "But know this, little Potter. You may carry his heir, but you will never be me. You will never be his true partner. You are... A half breed like Greyback."

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