A/N: I don't own Harry Potter. This idea was floating around in my head, and so I got it out.

Belladonna - Harry X Bella

Harry's eyes snapped open. He sat up and observed his surroundings. He didn't feel hurt, didn't look hurt, and was not in the same place he remembered. Oh, Harry was still outside, but he had been attempting to contain a spontaneous magic eruption in Northern Ireland. Harry was most definitely on the shore of the Thames. Big Ben was a big hint.

It was daylight, when it had been night. Winter, when it had been spring. More and more things didn't add up. Why was he here? Did he travel in just space, or time as well. The last time that had happened, Harry found out that Ginny was sleeping around, with the rest of his Quidditch team.

Needless to say, he didn't play for them any more, nor was he still with Ginny.

Harry remembered this spot very well. This was where he had ended the life of the last remnants of the Death Eaters. However, none of the magical scars were here. Black magic had been used here. Which meant he had probably traveled through time. At least four years. With no known method of travel, he had no way to get back.

"Bugger."

X x X x X

Harry Potter realized he was Magic's plaything. The question he always had was 'what was the goal for this round?' The first round had been the death of Tom Riddle. The second had been the destroying of his followers, and the first time he had 'rewound,' as he called it. He had re-written history as a result and had to wait out his time traveling hop. There had been a few other rounds of killing minor Dark Lords and smacking around ethereal beings.

Harry sighed as he made his way through London under a 'notice-me-not' charm. He absently picked up a discarded newpaper and observed the date.

December 20th, 1968.

"Bugger."

Harry sighed again. This was the farthest back anyone had ever traveled to his knowledge. Which was rather extensive, he did work in the Department of Mysteries for a few months before the lack of action got to him.

He had begun work as a Hitwizard/Curse Breaker for hire. Someone who wiped out pockets of malicious Dark Magicians and contained random magical phenomenon. Apparently there was more of that than most people knew.

Harry pulled out a worn notebook and began to leaf through the pages.

"Establish myself in the past, establish myself in the past, establish myself in the past, ah, here it is."

The notebook in his hands was not just any notebook. It was his contingency plan notebook. It listed things he believed he should do in many (in)conceivable situations.

Time travel to from before he was born was the name of this game.

"Right, first step, Knockturn Alley for housing and papers. Good thing I got a lot of gold money on me."

Most people wouldn't carry large amounts of gold. Harry wasn't most people. Harry had found that gold can be used in many ways. Like bribery. Low ranking government officals or minions loved bribes. Or hurling them at unsuspecting enemies. Or bribery. Or purchasing just about anything. Or bribery. A huge portion of Harry's chosen occupation involved bribery. He was paid well so it was no skin off his back.

Ghosting through the Leaky Cauldron, Harry Potter made his way to where he knew a younger version of his man with the papers would be.

X x X x X

Knockturn was very different than Diagon. Where Diagon Alley was more like an open air market, Knockturn Alley was a multi-layered labyrinth that the dark dregs of Wizarding England rarely left. They had their own society and a loose government.

The Low Man's Council ruled this place. Even the high born Dark Wizards like the Malfoys and Black didn't fuck with anyone here. They couldn't. They didn't know the ways. The only way they got what they wanted was through bribery.

But save enough of these low born, and they'll teach you the ways. At least, that's how Harry learned. They taught him not only the gestures and phrases, but Little Magics. Which Harry delighted in. There were some nifty little tricks that had saved him more than once.

So when Harry walked into the Falschmanns shop, and greeted the man, who was in fact the same man with the papers in Harry's original time, he got his muggle papers in a few hours, instead of the days it would 'take' for someone else. However, not even knowing the ways could speed up the Ministry of Magic's paperwork, or significantly lower the amount he paid.

Several thousand galleons lighter, Hadrian 'Harry' White made his way to the Hag's Rag, an inn on the third level.

He sat down next to a cloaked witch at the inn's bar. Not just any cloaked witch, but one with the easily most expensive cloak in the place. A few sickles slid across the bar and a decent German beer was placed in front of him.

"Anyt'ing else I can get ya?" the bald and scarred barman asked him.

Harry inclined his head to the witch and slid a few more sickles to the man.

"The lady's next drink."

The barkeep nodded and placed a smoking concoction in front of the witch, who took it silently, turning slighty, just enough to look at him. Her hand was slim and covered in expensive looking velvet. Harry had found a good mark. Now if she was anything like he thought she would be...

"Just because you bought me a drink does not mean I will give you anything," came her soft, and surprisingly melodious voice. Harry smiled inwardly. High born pureblood she was. Full of pride and arrogance. Easy to manipulate.

"Not even information?" he asked just as softly.

Her head inclined slightly to him, only the creasing of her hood gave it away.

"And what information could I provide that the barkeep could not?"

He gave his best knee weakening smile.

"Your name, perhaps? I do like to get to know my sources on a more personal level. And being a lady of standing allows you a different circle to travel in. The kind of circle that may hap has the kind of information I'm looking for."

She stayed silent long enough for Harry to think he had wasted a few sickles.

"Belladonna."

"Well, Bella, if I may refer to you as such, I am Hadrian White, though I prefer Harry."

Bella turned more fully to him and offed a hand.

"A pleasure, Mr. White."

He took her hand and brushed his lips across the back of her glove before releasing her.

"The pleasure is all mine, you may call me Harry. No reason to be so distant. If I may be so bold as to ask why a lady such as yourself is in a place like this?"

Another moment of silence.

"My parents' hold chafes from time to time, and I find a need to be rebellious."

He arched an eyebrow but before he could formulate a response, Bella continued.

"How did you know?"

"Your cloak is finer than mine, and I am no pauper."

"In retrospect, that is a very good point if I want to blend in. I shall remember it."

Harry held back a snort.

"Only an outsider, such as yourself, would think so. There is more to blending in here than a shabby cloak."

Bella did snort. Such a unladylike action.

"And you blend in? With your cloak? And your hood down?"

A chuckle escaped the man. He was wearing one of his 'nicer' work/travel cloaks, over his work robes. Lots of black, because blood stains were very hard to get out. It was nowhere near as fine as hers but much better than most of the people in the Labyrinth. And his longer hair, which had decided to grow out after he offed the Dark Tosser, hid many of his facial features.

"Ah, but I was taught how to be here, when I was younger. To them," he gestured to the rest of the bar, "I belong, whereas you don't."

More silence. She weighed her words carefully it seemed, at least when she wasn't trying to prove her superiority. Or his apparent hypocrisy.

"Quid pro quo, then. I will give you information, in exchange you will teach me how to blend in."

"Should your information prove useful, I will teach you. But not tonight. I will be staying in room four here for the next twenty-one nights."

"Very well. I will see you as soon as I can escape my parents."

And with that the currently enigmatic Belladonna glided out of the bar. Harry allowed himself the snort this time. She had much to learn, in order to blend in here.

A galleon slid across the bar.

"Who is she really?"

"The oldest of Cyngus Black. Bellatrix Black," answered the barkeep.

"And how soon will she be done with school?"

The barkeep coughed. Another galleon moved.

"She's finishing her seventh year. Back for t'e hols."

Harry downed his previously untouched beer. A few more galleons were left behind.

"I hope this is a start of a beautiful relationship between us," Harry mused, meaning both betwixt himself and Bellatrix and himself and the barkeep.

"'Tis, good sir."

X x X x X

Once Harry got to his room he set up all of his personal security wards before beginning to vent.

"Fuck! Bloody Hell!"

Of all the people to make contact with it had to be her. The person he hated more than anyone, even Voldemort. Why did the Magic guide him to Bellatrix Black?

"Bloody Fucking Hell!"

A few more minutes of swearing and making violent motions and Harry calmed down. He opened his notebook once again.

"I can't believe that this is happening. Of all the crazed things in here, this had to happen."

At the top of the page he stopped at, the words 'Going Back in Time and Befriending a (Possible) Death Eater (Female)' were visible.

X x X x X

The real reason Voldemort had so many purebloods follow him was because he, inadvertently, offered them the same freedoms that the Low Men had in Knockturn Alley, not because he spouted Pureblood Supremacy.

X x X x X

He was very surprised to be woken up midday of the Twenty-first.

"Just a moment," he called out.

Harry quickly donned most of his clothes and boots. Holding his wand at the ready at hip level, he opened the door.

Lo, and behold. Bella(trix)donna was standing there in similar fare as last night. Her cloak was noticeably shabbier, but she was still wearing her nice boots and velvet gloves.

"Good day, Mr. White. I believe I have something that may interest you."

Harry stepped back from the door allowing her smaller feminine form to pass into the room.

"Good day to you as well, Bella. I believe I told you to call me Harry."

She gracefully sat on the only chair in the room. Her legs together and slanted to the side. Again, showing off her proper raising.

"Very well, Harry it is."

Harry closed the door and slid his (primary) wand, surreptitiously, into his arm holster. He sat on the bed facing her, gesturing for her to speak.

"In three days, my family will be hosting the Wizengamot Christmas party. The who's who of Wizarding Britain will be there. Light and Dark side, all."

Harry mulled over the information.

"And how can this be useful to me? I've no way of being invited, and many people do not take kindly to party crashers."

Bella slowly took down her hood exposing her face. Bella(trix)donna lived up to her name. High cheek bones, bright violet eyes, obsidian black hair, pale skin, and very red lips.

"I find myself without an escort. If you are so inclined, you may have the honour of accompanying me to the party."

Harry arched an eyebrow, something, he hated to admit it, he picked up from Snape. In retrospect, Severus Snape was bad ass. A tremendous dick, but he had the power and ability to back it up. It was a mixture of Sirius and Snape that became Harry's personality. What had won Harry over was the memory that Snape slipped into all the ones about his love for Lily. The one that taught Harry to make his cloak billow in awesomeness.

"Maybe you should be more truthful about who you are before I agree, though your pseudonym does you justice."

She had the decency to blush and look uncomfortable. Bella had figured that he would agree as soon as he saw how beautiful she was. She wanted the knowledge that Harry had. So much so that Harry controlled the relationship, because she was reckless and he had better information.

"I am Bellatrix Black, Cyngus Black's eldest daughter."

"I knew that already," Harry said with a small smile.

Bellatrix gaped at him for a moment. Gaining her composure, though the blush remained, she spoke.

"How did you know already?"

"Very little gets by bartenders, that's one of the reasons you always tip well," he replied.

Harry was silent as Bella digested the tidbit he passed on.

"Lady Bellatrix, would you allow me the honour of escorting you to this years Ministry Christmas party?" he said with a slight tease in his voice.

She huffed and crossed her arms under her chest. Now that she was sitting and the hood thrown back it was very easy to notice her chest.

"I will, but only so long as you wear something befitting of the escort of a Black."

"Do not worry yourself. I'll be properly attired. Now as to my payment..." Harry trailed off, thoughtful.

Bella leaned forward slightly in her chair. This is why she came. This knowledge that would allow her freedom. The freedom to practice and find the magic she wanted to know. The shop keepers would not sell her anything that wasn't already learned from her family's library. If she could blend in down here, it would be hers for the taking.

"I am oathbound to not teach you everything. But I can teach you enough so that you could pass as an outsider in the know."

She huffed again.

"Then how will I blend in? How will I get the shopkeeps to sell me what I want? How will I be able to avoid my family's reach?" she asked vehemently.

Harry chuckled.

"An outsider in the know would be able to blend in; the shopkeepers would sell you what you wanted, just at a much higher price than an insider, but much lower than what a true outsider would be charged; and they would hide you from even your family's eyes."

"I suppose that will have to do. Now what will you be teaching me?"

"First," Harry said, "you have no idea who I am, why did you trust me so much? You shouldn't have."

Bellatrix opened and closed her mouth like a fish.

"I... I..."

"Second," he railroaded over her, "Changing your cloak but forgetting your gloves and boots is an elementary mistake."

"I... I..."

"Thirdly, money talks down here. You want information, you'd better have coin. Or have information or a service, that only you can provide in trade."

"I... I..."

"You are the beautiful, pureblood daughter of a noble house. You act like it. I'm surprised you weren't jumped last night. You are lucky they didn't rape you, steal your purse, and kill you. And not necessarily in that order. There are some twisted bastards down here."

Bellatrix's mouth shut with an audible snap.

"You are very lucky that I am the closest thing to an honest man in the Labyrinth. Smarten up. That's the lesson for this information."

Bellatrix, proud, seventeen years old, scion of the Most Ancient and Noble House of Black hung her head like a scolded child.

Harry kept his awe in check. He had just dressed down Bellatrix Black and she wasn't flipping out. Where was her temper?

"Fine," she spat, her head snapping up, "Tomorrow, I will come again, and we will go shopping for your dress robes on the first level. You will tell me how I perform."

Harry sighed in resignation. There was a bit of the Bellatrix he knew shining through.

"All right, then."

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A/N: Despite that this was a rabid plot bunny that I wrote down for yucks and chuckles I would Like to know how I did. Please Review