Hello,sweeties! Welcome to my first Bellamione story!
So,I decided to take this space here to let some things clear ( heavens knows I won't have more time to do that again). So...Let's get started in here!
The story and the idea:
This idea came to my head after a few fanfics I've been reading – which I plan on sharing with you some other time – anyway, how can I explain it? I've always thought that Bellatrix and Hermione had something,I don't know, their characters were so different but, at the same time, they were like a mirror.
This story came actually from a dream(some would classify this as a nightmare but okaay.) I had. I dreamed I met the young Bellatrix, in the Black Manor, and some nasty shit happened (no, I'm not telling what mwahahaha!)
I decided to change the story a "little too much" and adapt to a proper fanfiction, rather than a simple dream. This leads me to...
The changes and posts:
There will be some changes,so,IF you already had read "Time's Trap",you ought to read it again,or you won't understand in the future. Just saying. I'll try to be more descritive,both because of the places and the characters,I was feeling unfair with the readers,and I believe I write (even if a little) better nowdays.
About the posts. I know I've been away for such a long,long time,I know...And I am sorry. I really am. My life's crazy (I had a relapse in both depression and ed,had a hard time with self-harm.) but I'm trying to get better. I'll post at least once in a month, pinky promise!
Rating:
M rated. Why? Because there will be sex scenes (Obviously.) but most likely light ones. There will have Bella/Hermione for sure, but some other ships might tag along. I will warn you right now that this fanfic deals with erhm, taboo themes, such as violence, incest – sort of – and psychological and physical torture. There will also appear some OCs but only to be a tool to carry on with the plot. Its hard to write this kind of story because Hermione is a strong character,such as Bellatrix and, on their own ways, they are fascinating! What I am trying to say is that it's hard to write them and keep them 100% loyal to JK's work. That's why I'll write slower tan usual. And I will try to be 95% truth to Queen Rowling's amazing work. That brings me to the…
Informations and warnings:
As I believe you're following me,I must say: What DOESN'T belong to me,wasn't created by me,does NOT belong to me,belongs to their own owners. What DOES belong to me,was created by me (such as the plot/idea),belongs to ME and only me.
The following informations in the fanfic's chapters come from JK Rowling's Harry Potter books and the movie franchise, and,of course,Wikipedia/wikia(because I kind of need some help with psychoanalysis and character's analysis). So you see, here you'll find both canon informations of the books and the movies(such as the skirmish). I'm trying to stick with the canon verse as much as I can.
The warnings: This is a FANON ship based fanfic,so it will – obviously – have more likely fanon characters (such as,for example, Rita and Bellatrix classmates) but still,I'll try to keep them real and truth to the Harry Potter series. There will be nasty situations (such as rough sex,fights,rape and so on),so if you can't/won't cope with that,warn me so I can try make it less. By the by,before I say "Adieu",I must inform you: English is NOT my first language. (Gosh,seems like I'm hearing you guys yelling "Oh no!") Do not worry,I'm ALWAYS trying to write better. Maybe you guys could help me? So,now we say...
…Goodbye to the Author,Hello to the (new) Fanfic:
So,I think that's all. As an Author,I'd adore if you write a comment/critic,it's VERY important to me to know what do you guys think about my work. Again,what belongs to JK,belongs to her,what belongs to me,belongs to me. In any way I'll make money with this(actually I'm spending money but okaay),this is for pure and only joy/fun. I really hope you enjoy.
"Full of broken thoughts I cannot repair, beneath the stains of time, the feelings disappear. You are someone else. I'm still right here."
Hurt, Johnny Cash.
I
24, December, 1996
It's true that the Diagon Alley was a popular location for all kinds of witches and wizards, alongside with many other magical beings, such as elfs, dwarfs and even veelas, but during the Christmas holidays it was disturnbingly stressful and almost impossible to cross a street without hearing a witch or two arguing with a poor seller, crossed arms and barking mad eyes in restrained fury as if it was the seller's fault that the shop – to not say the entire alley – was overcrowded with people who had forgotten to purchase what they needed and were now having to make their last minute Holiday shopping.
Apparently, even the recent events hadn't stopped the population of the wizarding world from doing their normal day activities.
Idiots.
The whole country was alert and yet there was a huge concentration of people who refused to believe that He-Who-Must-Not-Be-Named had returned. Were they plain dumb or just in denial, that didn't matter, the information still seemed that couldn't get through their thick sckulls.
So they carried on.
Carrying lists everywhere, many young men complained with their wives whilst carrying endless numbers of bags and heavy books; some of them grunted but aside from that, most remained silent till the end of their trip to the countless shops that the alley possessed: Gambol & Japes – the joke shop – was one of the loudest, closely followed by Quality Quidditch Supplies's and by the famous pub, the Leaky Cauldron, which the woman was currently in.
Sat by a window, alone in the corner, a dark figure could be seen, carrying a vicious look on her icy blue eyes. Not that it mattered, anyway, as many – if not all – of the occupants of the room hadn't been paying attention to her since they had walked out of the fireplace.
Red hair, tatty second hand clothes and the blatant expression of plain bluntness on their faces were enough for one to tell who they were. Weasleys. The whole lot.
Blimey! How could anyone stand having so many kids around? She thought before desperatly trying to force her mind to not think about it. No, never in seven hells she'd be in a situation like that. It wasn't as if she hated children – even though her sister claimed the contrary - as for one or two was alright to her, but seven? Nope, definately not her cup of tea.
As the youngest boy tripped out of the fireplace, soon followed by a ginger girl, the blonde haired woman sneered soundly. Little baby Potter followed the girl close behing before she spotted her, the mudblood.
Gripping her bottle with na iron grip, the older woman tried to control herself before hearing someone sitting beside her. Apparently, she had been so focused on her – on them – that she barely had been able to notice who had dared to come closer to destroy her brief moments of Peace, already aiming her dagger towards the persons stomach.
"Quit pissing around, we must leave at once." Narcissa Malfoy spoke quietly as she barely wasted her time to look at the ginger familly and the two other that followed them towards the busy street. Her beautiful face held a stoic expression. Of disgust, as if she hated to be in such place. Maybe she did.
After minutes without any form of reply, she tried again, this time taking the dagger out of her sisters skilled hands. " Bella... Are you even listening to me...?" Narcissa hissed low before taking notice of how many bottles her eldest sister had in front of her, most of them already empty. " Unbelievable! It's already dangerous enough to you go around the wizarding worl and you-"
A low growl escaped the other blonde and for a moment the blue eyes that had belonged to a local polyjuice prostitute seemed to show exactly who they were hiding. " Cissy...shut up." Bellatrix Lestrange, the infamous death eater, hissed back, aware that they wouldn't be bothered by nosey people. "As far as I'm concerned, I am just a costumer, like anyone else." She said with fake innocence.
Narcissa raised na eyebrow before carefully placing the dagger on the table, still showing no visible emotion, but her rant was enough to tell she was mad. "Do you really think that this potion will last that much? We've been here for almost na hour, don't be such a reckless nut, if anyone realizes that the blonde that came through the fireplace gave place to...to you, we're as good as dead. All that what for? Drinks? "
Snorting, Bellatrix took a last sip of her drink as she watched Draco walking inside the pub and quickly glancing around, looking for them. A carbono copy of Narcissa's expression on his face, except that he did not possess the dark orbs that were so characteristic of the Black family and, instead, had icy blue eyes, just like Lucius.
"Honestly, if I wanted to get shitfaced, I'd at least do it with class, at the manor. I'm sure our dear Lucius wouldn't mind me tasting the varieties of drinks of the house, which I well know you have plenty." She mocked under her breath before grabbing her dagger and pocketing it before standing up, making herself visible for her nephew and, without even sparing a look at Narcissa, she threw a couple or so on the conter, heading to the fireplace.
"Keep the change." She hissed low, her voice already going back to it's natural husky sound and the once blue eyes were slowly getting darker and barman was shocked, it was far more Money than he had gained in a whole week!
II
What to many would be a terrible situation, to the Weasley matriarch had been a party. She was happly bouncing around the shops, her ginger hair being the only thing that Hermione, Harry and Ron could see as they were the last ones on the line that the Weasleys had formed as they walked towards the streets. Carrying a long list, Molly started to delegate the tasks to each of her children and even her husband.
It made her heart ache but she had to do this in order to leave as quickly as possible. Besides, an attack, in such crowded place surrounded by Auroro n holidays and members of the Order didn't seem to be happening. Perhaps, if they were Lucky enough, they'd have a pleasant Christmas supper, with the whole family together.
With her feelings under control as her calm started to return, Mrs Weasley turned to the Golden trio.
"Ron, you, Hermione and Harry can go to Eeylops to get what we need for our owls whilst I and Arthur go to the Apothecary. The twins and Ginny are checking the Quidditch supplies before they meet with Charlie and Bill in the bookstore."
"What of Percy?" asked Ron with a sigh " He needs to help too!"
"Percy will meet us in the bookstore before we leave" Arthur gently smiled at his son "He's got an importante business in the cauldron shop...something about his last works in the past years..."
"Humph." Ron crossed his arms over his chest, not quite happy at the answer he was given.
"C'mon, Ron, we need to get the supplies before they close the shop." Harry spoke before his friend started to rant about his brother, again.
"Harry's right, I also need to get more rats for Crookshanks." Hermione commented before picking the list Mrs Weasley was giving her and the money. Heading to do their tasks, they took almost na hour to finally be able to go to the bookstore. Hermione's feet were already aching and Harry could tell he was about to get a huge headache as Ron couldn't stop complaining about his brother. Or was it about Quidditch? The green eyed boy barely could understand his friend properly before he started to speak again.
Against his will, Ron carried the bags – something Hermione made sure of him to do as her own ears were starting to ache already and she briefly wondered if she could cast a Muffiato...Well, of course not, young wizards couldn't perform magic outside the school's limits, but the simple thought already entretained her enough. – and that seemed to make him speak less as he was struggling to keep his balance and follow his friends.
As they passed by Ollivander's Shop, Harry's scar burnt a little, as if there was still something about it that the current Aurors that were now guarding what was left of the building and that made him shiver slightly at the thought. Hermione, who seemed to have noticed, placed a gentle hand on his shoulder as they headed to the Second-Hand Bookshop.
Hermione was well aware of what was happening – perhaps even more than the rest of the group – as she had seen what had happened, and what was still happening, in both the Muggle and Wizarding worlds. The two sides of a coin, so different, yet here she was, one of the living proofs that they could be United, if they wanted. Even thought she was a muggleborn and had no drop of magical blood in her family, she was born different, special as one would say.
To say that her life was easy would be a white lie and, if she was honest, the last six years had been the most difficult thing she had passed through. Predjuice, exclusion, hate and countless near death experiences made her tougher through the years and – as much as she denied – she knew she wasn't the same. At least not since Sirius death anyway.
She had seen it, the madness of the woman's eyes – his own cousin! – as she shouted the evil curse that hit him straight in the chest before he fell on the Veil and dissapeared. Ever since then, mosto of the nights, she's wake up around past midnight, panting as the dark, souless orbes glared madly before her, haunting her as if they planned on making her the next target. This whole thing, Christmas, holidays and even the oncoming marriage of Bill and Fleur, seemed pointless now. Everything looked so distant that Hermione briefly wondered if she was facing the begin of some sort of depression or perhaps a post traumatic symptom.
It was almost as if she was someone else, or in the processo of becoming someone she had no clue on who it was and that was driving her mad.
Sighing, the young witch opened the door of the bookstore with ease. It was getting darker, which meant that most people would hurry home, afraid of what the darkness of the night could bring. Cowards, Ron had said.
But...if Hermione was honest with herself, she too wanted to runaway.
The reason why of all this fuss was because they were having more people than the usual for the Christmas supper. Remus and Tonks agreed on going to The Burrow and, even though Hermione herself wouldn't be spending the holidays with them – she'd pay them a visit by the floo. She was glad that her parents had let her install a connection to the floo network, or else she wouldn't be able to get there in time – after all, she still didn't know how to apparate yet – and was thankful that they'd let her spend the resto of the night with her friends. Rumours said that even Fleur would be suspected that they'd tell the whole family, and friends, about the oncoming happening.
III
Ever since the Vow was made, Bellatrix had been restless to say the least. She no longer spent time with Draco or Narcissa. Heck, she didn't even argue with Lucius anymore and – as incredible as that might sound – he was almost starting to miss their casual rows.
Rodolphus was still in the Lestrange Manor, alongside with his brother and, as far as she was concerned, they could die for all she cared. She never had hated someone so much in her life more than her useless excuse of husband. Well... except someone...
The mudblood.
Of the many things that pissed Bellatrix off, to see a – according to her – worthless mudblood that had stole a wand to keep her head high and proud was far too much to handle.
"How dare she?!" she mumbled huskly, now back with her appearance intact. "She's not even a witch." And then, Bellatrix carried on with the verbal abuse, even thought the only ones hearing her were the portraits of her parentes, who proudly looked at her in approval.
That's it. That's the good old Bella. She's still here, no changes at all...
To say that she had a problem with alchool would be one thing. But, to consider Bellatrix to actually be an alchoolic was going too far. She usually never drank, well,except a glass or two of wine every now and then, but when she noticed that she couldn't sleep anymore, the only way she had to refrain from getting addicted to a Sleeping Draught would be drinking herself to slumber and then sleeping soundly on whereven she was at the moment. Most of the time, it was on the love seat, on the library, where she has – for hours and hours – been looking for answers that she couldn't find. Answers that not even her Lord could give her.
Severus – no, Snape. He'd still be Snape. Snivellus. – had tried to help her with her nightmares, offering to give her potions on Dreamless Sleep, but they stopped having effect on her, no matter how much she took. Still, he offered to help on her research on the meaning of her constant nightmares. At first, she thought he was up to something – not that she had changed her mind, though – and had her wand aimed at his throat countless time. He claimed to be helping her for old time's sake, as he put it. Wrong move. All that happened in the past must stay in the past, hidden forever from both hers and her Lord's mind.
IV
It was almost always the same. The woman, slight blonde and long haired, would say nothing but to point at a river. When she bent to look though, she didn't see her own reflection but of someone very much alike her, yet so different.
She knew that face somehow.
Then, the woman would speak, but she barely could hear as the ivory sking on the blonde lady started to crack as a teapot that fell on the floor and then she'd start screaming at the top of her lungs, so desesperate and in so much pain that made her stomatch twirl as a storm started to form.
The blonde had warned her, somehow, she knew things were going to reapeat themselves again.
A baby cried in the middle of the noise and it looked so afraid that the blonde woman had no choice but to throw it on a river, causing the other to scream.
A battle began, not light against dark and no one but the two woman, yet their blood lust for each other seemed to supress the anger and the cruelity of thousands armies.
V
Her house was slightly small when compared to a normal house, but she didn't feel any less comfortable there. In fact, a house of such size was more than enough for the three of them to , Hermione looked at her clock. 01:00 am. Great. Another night restless. This time, she could have sworn that she felt something...as if...this was some sort of memory. Not desiring to dwell on such thoughts for much longer, she turned to try and sleep once more, practically praying to whatever bigger powerfull being of above to help her.
After an hour or so, she decided to get herself a glass of water, only to find that she couldn't move. Well, not exactly. Her body was still in perfect condition, and as far as she knew, she was at her healthiest, but somehow she felt too weak and perhaps even drained to raise from her bed. Heck, even sitting up took a lot of effort for her.
Sensing a panic attack coming, she closed her eyes and took a deep breath, trying to calm herself down before she fainted due lack of air in her lungs.
Back at the Malfoy Manor, things were way much the contents of her stomach were cleaned by a small flick of her wand, Bellatrix returned to her bed, breathing heavly as the dream was still vivid on her mind and it played on a repeat in a non-stop motion that deeply disturbed her. She was sure that Cissy had heard her from her room and that even Draco might have been already getting his wand to check on his aunt, but the protective spells that she had put on her room were almost strong enough to stop elfic magic,which was far more raw magic of wizarding magic to begin with. Thing was, one could only penetrate in her room if she allowed.
Something that wasn't happening anytime soon.
Even though she felt tired, haunted by thoughts that seemed to not belong her and sleep was not claiming her anytime soon. So, instead of wasting the little energy she still had, she accioed a book to entretain herself.
Narcissa paced on the library, sighing quietly. Such unlady like action was revolting – to her – but she couldn't stop herself. Bella was getting worse and she wondered if her sister could handle what it was going to happen if she lost it. The many layers of protective walls that both she and Snape had puto on Bellatrix's mind were cracking and threatening to fall. This could not happen under no circunstance, it would change everything, even the course of the war.
Going to Diagon Alley had been a mistake that Narcissa could forgive herself. Bella's mind was still weak after Azkaban and, even though this year she had been almost normal, she knew something was starting to happen to her sister, the stains of time were harder to wash off than she had thought.
Voilá! Thats it! I hope you liked. Please, review 3 It would mean a lot. By the way, apparently is eating some words so, if anything sounds weird and not making sense, please tell me and I shall correct it as soon as possible. By the way, if anyone knows how to stop that from happening, I would love you if you told me.
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