Disclaimer: The Harry Potter world and everything in it belongs to J K Rowling, not me.
Written for Emery Wright's Descriptive Challenge, in HPFC.
Prompts: glazed, marionette and to find
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Marionette
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Chapter One: Finding a way out.
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If, in years to come, someone were to say that Bellatrix Lestrange once cowered at the mere thought of someone, you would laugh. Bellatrix Lestrange may be unhinged, psychotic if you will, but she was no coward. No Ms Lestrange was the type of person that had other people cowering in her presence, not the other way around. However here she was paused at the door of her husband's study, cowering at the mere thought of the man within.
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She knew she must not keep him waiting, that would only make him angry, and it never ended well if he was angry.
She knocked on the door, and waited for his response.
He called out for her to enter.
She timidly pushed the door open, and did as he instructed.
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Many people believed that she was the dominate force in their marriage, after all it seemed that way later on, when people knew, and feared there mere names. But this was before, this was when she was still young, still naive.
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She stood before him awaiting his instructions, his order, waiting for what her fate was to be today. Because at the end of the day she was his wife, his little puppet, to control, to twist, to contort in any way he so wished.
She prayed silently that this time he would use the spell. She prayed that this time he would cast the Imperius Curse upon her. That curse that would make her eyes become glazed, her body and mind completely in his control.
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Many might see her need to have the curse used on her as a sign foretelling the sadistic creature she would later become. They would be wrong. The curse may give her husband complete control over her, yet that was nothing he did not have already. No the reason she craved it was that it also took from her, her memory. And her memory of what was to come is what she did not want to have.
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He held his wand in one hand tapping it against his other, eyeing her sinisterly.
She prayed again that soon her eyes would become glazed, her mind blank.
He beckoned her forward.
She obeyed.
He placed his wand down upon his desk.
She fought the urge the shudder.
He smirked at her as if knowing she was fighting that urge.
She willed herself to stay strong.
He hooked his finger under her chin, lifting her head, forcing her to look him in the eyes.
She did as he desired.
He laughed a short cruel laugh, and began to whisper in her ear all the things he wanted her to do.
The perverse things he said and allured to made her what to cringe.
But she knew she could not defy him.
He was stronger than she was.
She knew she could not fight him off.
He kept her wand lock away to make sure of that.
She knew she was completely in his control.
And he knew there was nothing she could do about it.
Yes they were both aware that curse or no curse she was his little marionette, his little puppet on a sting.
And she knew she desperately needed to find a way out.
To find a way out before it was too late.
Before she was too broken.
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Authors Note - I have always thought that Bellatrix was not always evil, bitter and twisted, that something must have pushed her to be the way she is in the books. So this is my version of it. I hope you like it. The next chapter will be coming soon. Please review!
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