A Tortured Prison
Disclaimer: Unfortunately I do not own any of the characters portrayed here or anything else. All hail J.K. Rowling.
Warning: This story contains AU, Bellatrix/Harry, and probably some mild adult content. You have been warned.
Chapter 1: The Mind is the Worst Prison
A woman sat in the corner of the room, her dark hair pooling about her and effectively concealing her face from view. Slow warm tears dripped down her pain ravaged face and a blade was slowly making droplets of blood across her calf to match each one of those tears. A grunt makes her look up; the room she is in is her prison. Although plush to the point of absurdity, in her mind it resembled Azkaban. Her honey eyes quickly found the source of the sound on the bed. Her husband of 17 years, the man who was supposed to love and if not that at least protect her was raping a muggle girl of about 16, Even Bellatrix Lestrange felt pity for the poor thing, screaming and fighting only to find out in the end, that is what he wanted.
Bellatrix turned back to her corner and kept drawing lines of pain across her skin. It had been years since she had been able to fight even the tiniest command of her husband and the only time she could even think her own thoughts was when he was occupied by some fresh piece of meat that wouldn't lay down and just take it, he wanted the fight and since that got his mind centered, he couldn't control her mind too. In the beginning she had longed for someone to find a way to set her free, for anyone to realize that all she wanted was a family, someone to come home too and maybe even a child that she could carry around and send to Hogwarts. She had long lost the one thing that most prisoners go mad trying to find, hope. She had no hope left; the only thing she could even look forward to these days was watching her so called husband and these girls.
With a loud scream the girl that Rodolphus was forcing himself upon finally fainted with pain and he stopped. She could tell by the look on his face that if the girl didn't wake up soon he wasn't going to be up to performance until he had beaten her as worse as before and then some. It took a lot to please this man, and she knew that as a matter of rote. The scars on her chest and stomach stood testimony to the fact she had at least, tried.
Sirius sat at his desk in Headquarters poring over his father's documents. Even though he wasn't sure why he was doing it, he did at least feel as if he was doing something. His father, for an old pureblood, was well organized and all of his documents were in order by date. The one in front of Sirius now was what he had been searching 2 days for; Bellatrix's wedding contract. Since Bellatrix, Andromeda, and Narcissa's parents had died his father had set up the marriages for all three Blacks. Narcissa of course being the beautiful blonde had gotten her wish and married the Malfoy as his father could find nothing wrong with the family lineage. Andromeda had been erased from the family for following her heart and Bella; she had suffered a far worse fate by his standards.
Bellatrix Black is hereby promised to Rodolphus Lestrange with the guidelines imposed that she must bear one heir for her husband by the end of their 2nd year of marriage or become his mind slave with whatever means he finds necessary. I, her guardian, do see this contract as a viable promise from Bellatrix Black as the present Lord Black and do so bind her
Sirius was disgusted by his father's promise. He knew that Bellatrix had been married by their 5th year of Hogwarts because that was when she had stopped speaking to him. His favorite cousin had disappeared and 6 years later was on trial for the capture and torture of the Longbottoms. A tear fell down his grizzled face. His time was coming to a close; the curtain that he had fallen through had sucked almost all his life energy out of him and aged him far prematurely. Instead of enjoying his middle age and then decline into "The Dumbledore Years" He was already past the last stage, merely awaiting the failure of something important.
Harry sat alone outside Number 4 Privet Drive in the hedges that he had come to use as a hiding place from the neighbors and his torturers. He could feel a slight breeze coming down the lawn and the smell of fresh cut grass was strong in late summer. He no longer looked 16, he didn't even resemble a young man by most standards. In appearance Harry James Potter looked around 27. When Sirius had fallen through the curtain he had jumped in after and pulled him back from the one thing that no wizard has been able to fully control, time. Of course people wondered why a man had moved into the Dursley's and he was sure they had explained him away as a private boxing tutor for their little champ, but Harry was sure that people wondered about the resemblance to the boy from St. Brutus'.
Harry was struggling; he didn't know how to act anymore. His body was his own, yet it seemed a strangers. Where he had been scrawny he was now muscular and he had to shave nearly every day to keep Uncle Vernon happy. The depression that had started sinking over him after coming to the muggles was only getting worse. Hermione didn't know how to talk to an older man and Ron was too busy trying to make sure that Hermione didn't do anything with Harry that it was as if he didn't exist except as a rival. Women around the muggle neighborhood had stopped the handsome man and asked if they could offer him tea, lemonade or water but to their despair he turned all offers down. He hated his body, hated the boyhood that had been taken from him, and hated the fact that despite that Sirius would die soon anyway.
His godfather had become more of a parental figure than Dumbledore had ever been. He sent him a letter every day just to keep him entertained, described all the things that Harry could now get away with since his body had shirked the trace along with its boyhood skin. He on the other hand, spent loads of time describing his new feelings and bodily 'reactions' to Sirius, trying to get as much help as he could before….. But Harry couldn't even think of that. He had to believe that Sirius would find a way out of this. Dumbledore had died trying to go after Sirius so even at Hogwarts he would have no one to go too. He'd be all alone.
A/N Ok so not that long at first but I have to set the scene. I hope you enjoyed my twisted curtain retake, I thought since most of the Department was devoted to time, why not the veil too. R/R PLEASE, I just started writing.