The party starts

Voldemort's taste in celebrations ran toward the macabre. The grand hall of Malfoy Manor was draped in black and silver, the house-elves having replaced the usual peacock motif with serpents. Long tables groaned under the weight of dark delicacies and bottles of fire whiskey. The air was thick with the murmurs of the assembled **** Eaters, their masks either worn or held casually, their voices a blend of cruel laughter and sycophantic chatter. And Rose was the centerpiece.

She was dressed in a gown of deep emerald silk, a cruel mockery of the house she had betrayed. The fabric clung to her curves, the swell of her belly unmistakable. Her hair was left down, the dark waves a stark contrast to her pale skin. She wore no makeup, Voldemort wanted everyone to see her as she was raw, exposed, and defeated.

Greyback stood beside her, not in fine robes, but in his usual rough attire, a possessive hand resting on the small of her back. He was her guard, her mate, her keeper.

Voldemort sat at the head of the main table, Bellatrix a simpering shadow at his side. She looks at her old romantic partner. Bella not believing Rose would pick a half breed creature like Greyback. Voldemort red eyes fixed on Rose, and a slow, cold smile spread across his serpentine face.

"Welcome, my faithful," he hissed, his voice silencing the room. "We are gathered tonight to celebrate a monumental victory. Not a battle won, but a war... subverted. Behold!"He gestured a long, pale hand toward Rose. "Behold the symbol of our triumph! The Chosen One, no more! Now she is a vessel for our future. A mother to our soldiers. She carries the heirs of our future wars, and she is mated to the alpha of our werewolf packs. She is the living, breathing proof that the light has been extinguished."

A wave of cruel applause and mocking laughter swept through the hall. Rose felt her cheeks burn with shame, but she held her head high, her green eyes fixed on a point just above Voldemort's head. She would not give them the satisfaction of seeing her break.

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