A/N: Bellatrix/Harry, 100 words, for the "write a ship you despise" challenge.
Pretending
She knows more of her master than any other. He taught her.
Occlumency.
Legilimency.
Always, it was his mind in hers. But sometimes, sometimes, her mind would touch his, and she would glimpse a child, a young man.
Pale. Dark haired. Hurt.
He doesn't touch her anymore. Not with his mind.
Not with his hands.
She aches. She cannot live without his touch.
When she forces her mind into the brat's, she can see a pale, dark haired child, hiding under the stairs.
Hurt.
In these moments, these memories, he feels like her master. Bellatrix remembers.
And sometimes, Bellatrix pretends.
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