Here marks the beginning of my Bellatrix Lestrange fixation. I have three babies. The Limitations of Love, Rapture: The Bellatrix and Rodolphus Story and Tainted. If you are reading this, then don't blame me for what is about to befall. All I know is that this will be as dark, as seedy and as powerful as Bellatrix Lestrange herself.
Disclaimer: Harry Potter characters and their world are not mine, though I WILL go as far as to boast that this idea is of my own creation (with a little inspiration). As always, please read and review.
Language and Mature/Disturbing scenes
"All the ancient classic fairy tales have always been scary and dark."
Helen Bonham Carter
The silence within the Malfoy Manor was impenetrable, the great void of noiselessness mocking all those who resided there, pressing heavily, an expectantly hum that taunted to be filled, knowing that it would not. The halls were empty, the lack of life so great that it seemed like a ghost hung over the estate, it looming presence at tangible substance thick and cloying, chocking. It was only the softest of ticks from the archaic grandfather clock, persistently working against the silence, unwilling to allow its fear to stop time itself. But finally it did, for even time itself could not withstand the clout of taciturnity. It was then that screams ripped through the Manor, echoed by manic laughter.