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Of Longing and Myth
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A Harry Potter fanfiction, with a pinch of Greek Mythology.
Written for TuesdayNovember, known affectionately as Medusa.
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Summary: Bellatrix LeStrange has a secret. Minor F/F.
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Bellatrix Black knew from a young age that she would never be anyone's concept of an angel. She liked to break things and scare her sisters.
What she didn't know was that her own guardian angel was far further from anyone's concept of good, just, and heavenly. Bellatrix Black had attracted the sight of an evil that would lead her to her death, but one she couldn't help but desire.
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She knew she was gorgeous. She took a hold of that knowledge and bent everyone she could to her will. By the time she was sixteen, she was betrothed to the very wealthy Rodolphus LeStrange and had many of the younger Slytherin students doing her every whim for a chance at seeing all of her.
She supposed she was intoxicating to the others, with her voice, beauty, and her power.
As attractive as she was, she never had the inclination to shag anyone. Rodolphus was allowed to look but she never allowed him to touch. She wouldn't minded terribly much if he would had tried, knowing he had eyes only for Rabastian.
Marriage had always been a part of her plan. She would marry into a family devoted to the Dark Lord and spend her nights catering to those who could peak her interest.
The dark arts had always been her desire. Something about them had called to her.
What she hadn't expected was her.
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She was the first person she was truly attracted to. Something about the way her robes clung to every curve and flowed behind her. The way the hood of her cloak hung over her face and yet showed a sliver of the pale skin on her neck drove Bellatrix crazy.
Her voice was even worse-husky and sultry. It was no wonder Bellatrix wanted her for herself.
She was what Bellatrix aspired to be.
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Bellatrix caught the mysterious woman in her room one night. It was late summer in 1968, just before her last year at Hogwarts. Her last summer as a Black.
"Who are you?" Bellatrix asked her. The faint glow of a bright white teeth forming a smile shone from under the hood.
"Why, Miss Black. I have been watching you for a very long time. Perhaps, you could say, you remind me of myself."
That voice. That eerie grin.
Bellatrix walked over to the woman, not bothering to pull her nightdress back down.
"Watching me?" Bellatrix smirked, reaching for the woman's hood.
"No!"
The quick slap on her hand had her hissing.
And then came more hissing. The hood fell back as the woman's hair came alive, snakes hissing and lunging at Bellatrix.
Medusa.
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"She's right through here, my Lord." Rodolphus LeStrange led the cloaked man into his fiancee's bedroom, where she was frozen as a statue. Literally.
"Are you sure she is your choice, Rodolphus?" the Dark Lord's voice was biting.
Rodolphus noticed his Lord's careful glances up and down his fiancee's bared skin.
"Always, my Lord."
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Rodolphus watched as the Dark Lord carefully cast the charms and spells on his betrothed.
Within an hour, she was returned from her state as stone.
"My Lord. You have saved me."
Rodolphus knew she was lost to him then. Bellatrix was only attracted to power. Medusa had attracted her. Now had the Dark Lord. He could never compete.
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Bellatrix LeStrange smirked up from her post at the Dark Lord's right hand. The cloaked woman nodded as she left.
Medusa had her uses.
Bella and the Dark Lord enjoyed every delicious moment.
End.
So this was weird. Cracky.
May require a sequel.
For Lizz, my own Medusa. Only, not as sexual as this one. o.O