Title: Veritaserum
Author: Shadow Padawan
Timeframe: From pre-First War to end of Second War
Genre: Drama, Angst, Romance, Action, Humor (light), Fluff/Happy, h/c...basically a bit of everything
Characters: Antonin, Lucius, Bellatrix, Severus, Evan and Andre Rosier, Rodolphus, Rabastan, Igor, Theodore and Ashley Mulciber, Avery, Augustus, Narcissa, Riddle, Wilkes, Draco, Pansy, Regulus, Rowle, Carrows, Nott, Crabbe, Goyle, Barty, Yaxley, McNair, Nextgen kids, OCs
Pairings: Antonin/Bellatrix, Rodolphus/Bellatrix, Lucius/Narcissa, Alecto/Antonin, Severus/Lily, Draco/Pansy, OC pairings
Summary: A collection of drabbles - 100 in all, 5 per update - focusing on the Death Eaters, especially their youth - so called Golden Years. I didn't like how flat JKR made her antagonists so I decided to change that
Notes: Written for the 4th Ultimate Drabble Challenge at TFN.

Flash In The Pan

"We found it!" First-years Severus Snape and Evan Rosier scuttled into the common room. Seventh-year Lucius Malfoy looked up.

"Let me see." He took the book one of the boys was clutching and looked over the folded page. He sighed, stood and pointing his wand in the air at a forty-five angle to the vertical said clearly:

"Monasterignis!"

A large, fire cloud shaped like a monster-head formed in the air and charged at the stunned boys who tumbled over, trying to hide behind an armchair. The monster head snapped it's jaws twice, then dissipated.

"Now go find something that works."

Out On A Limb

"Go, Lucius."

"No.'

"Lucius, do I have to force you?"

"Shut up, Tony."

"Lucius and Ciccy sitting in a tree-"

"That's it!"

Lucius Malfoy was not a violent person but Antonin had somehow managed to get to him and he was about ready to jinx his friend for all the teasing. He wasn't sure why it was so hard to ask Narcissa Black if she wanted to go to The Ball with him but it was just not a risk he was up for. What if she says no?

"I'll ask Bella if you ask Narcissa. Deal?"

"Well...fine. Deal."

Out Of The Blue

The rain fell heavily on that particular February evening. Antonin was brooding. He would graduate that spring and there would be choices that he would have to make. Not just what he wanted to do in life but as to where he stood in the growing political unrest. If there was really a revolution coming as Lucius predicted then...

The disapperation POP made Antonin whirl and draw his wand. He just managed to lower it before Bellatrix launched herself into his arms.

"You frightened me! How did you find me?"

She smiled happily up at him.

"I'll find you anywhere."

Wet Behind The Ears

"Bones, Caroline."

"Gryffindor!"

"Too many Gryffindors this year, what is the world coming too?" Mulciber complained. Tony waved for him to be quite. He personally liked to watch he sorting.

"Bonfante, Anatole."

A blonde boy with beautiful grey eyes practically skipped out of the queue and plopped down on the stool. There was a pause.

"Slytherin!"

The blonde jumped from the stool and jogged toward the Slytherin table a large, happy smile that radiated an unusual amount of warmth blossoming on his face.

Tony remembered the thought - He doesn't belong in Slytherin. Not with that smile - going through his head.

Heat Of The Moment

Antonin could never say when the turning point had come, when he had lost all control. When had he made his decision? Was it back in school when he had fallen in love with Bella? Had it been in the moment when he had said his first "Avada Kedavra" to save his sister? Or maybe after that dreadful, undeserved year in Azkaban? Even later?

That was something he never figured out. All Antonin knew was that somewhere along the way, in the heat of youth's whirlwind he had made a choice after which all other choices were made for him.