Lestrange "Manor"

[mcGivney]

More or less it wasnt a manor, much more like a big, big house with all esstentials and decorations of a Deatheater life and those who ruled in Slytherin House, it was mostly dark inside for the Slytherin Pride that drenched the house, however light then was made essential and it was bright enough during the day and night. Dark objects littered the place like a second Borgin and Burkes, and a family tree stood atop the nearby split off steps. It was big, it was nice, it was home.

[mcGivney]

Rabastan ran into the door, and stumbled in his house, no one was home, he walked upstairs and crashed on his bed, to exhausted and weak to carry on.

[mcGivney]

He woke up a few hours later, and cleaned himself up as best as he could, the blood had stopped, but he had major brusies on his face, since he didnt have a wand, he would have to go to Olivanders and see if his order which he 'customized' only a couple weeks before he was re-sent to Azkaban - fortunately. He was in pain all over and was still cold especially as he changed into a new set of black robes in his closest. He traveled downstairs and manually lit a fire in the grate and warmed up a bit.

[mcGivney]

He had stayed up all night and sent a letter to his son, Roman, and decided to trail onto Olivanders to pick up his new wand, and was going to disapparte to Diagon Alley, when he realized when he was searching the house he found his wand he ordered, it was setting nicely in a glass case and went to examine it.

Runespoor Fang, Holly, 12 3/4 inches, he opened the case and took out the wand and held it in his hand, it felt good to him, he specified it for the Dark Arts, which was just perfect.

[mcGivney]

Rabastan decided to explore so much of what has been deprived of him for so long due to the Ministry. No one has a right to be locked up in Azkaban unless they were muggles and Potter and friends related to him. He fastened his cloak after fixing himself up a bit more, he still had all the bruises and the incisions were made into scars that would be everlasting, he pulled his hood over his head, and stepped into the dark cool night air, and turned on the spot.

[mcGivney]

He returned after his talk with a good friend and was happy after he received a letter from his son, that he would be coming over as soon as he could. He sat down at the table in the kitchen and sighed happily. It was good to be free.

[mcGivney]

Rabastan decided to go out again, to the Leaky Cauldron, he knew the risks, but took them as another ordinary day.

[mcGivney]

Rabastan came back home and started a fire in the grate and sat down staring into to it blankly.

[roman]

*apparates inside the manor*

Dad!! DAD!! You here?

[mcGivney]

Rabastan lept out his chair and ran to the front door, "Roman!" He shouted, with a grin on his face, his arms outstretched.

[roman]

DAD!!

*runs to him and embraces him*

Thank goodness you're ok!

[mcGivney]

Rabastan embraced his son, "I am okay..... Everything is going to be fine."

[roman]

*holds back the tears*

How....? When....?

*looks nervous*

Is it safe here?

[mcGivney]

He grinned, "How and when doesnt matter....it is safe here for the time being, but it may not be for that long, have you looked at the Daily Prophet?" Rabastan asked picking up a copy and handing it to Roman.

[roman]

*reads the headlines*

You can't stay here, they will be on to us like a shot....