Hey hey,
First off disclaimers : I own nothing.
Second this is not a Bellamoine. Sorry to disappoint. This story is rated M because I like to swear and death eaters do such violent, bloody things all the time.
I may do a Bellamoine in the future, I just have to get this story out of my head first. It's a bit cliché but there you go.
Thanks for reading.
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She could remember the pure adrenaline rush. Running through the department of mysteries desperate to escape from the Death Eaters pounding on their heels. Opening every door they came across trying to find any way to live. Spells shooting through the air, narrow misses with every step taken. A woman cackling in delight as she, Neville and Harry ran. A death eater stopped them; they knew they had to fight.
Then she felt it. Warmth spread across her chest, a searing pain.
"Oh." She managed in a small voice and collapsed to the floor.
"Hermione!"
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A woman watched Hermione get hit. The purple light spread across her chest and onto her torso. She fell to the floor, unconscious. The Longbottom boy finding courage as he yelled and tried to defend her. Potter, defiant to the end. So that was her. Interesting. Bellatrix lived to serve her dark lord and no one else, but tonight he offered her an opportunity. One Belllatrix couldn't pass up. She had been waiting for months, for one single chance and this was it. She felt no drive to go help the girl, she had made a mistake not being aware and paid the price for it. Better to pay that price than death. Though if left long enough, the girl would die anyways.
She followed as the boy fought Dolohov and wasn't surprised when they dispatched him. He was always a useless dead weight. She waited as they argued and ran some more. She stalked them silently, like a leopard waiting for the perfect moment to strike. As the friends met their other group, Bellatrix got tired of waiting. Better to make a moment happen.
"There they are!" She shrieked motioning to other Death Eaters. Finally, maybe she could get what she wanted. She threw spells randomly knowing she should make more of an effort but really wanted to scare them off. She could see the prophecy twinkling in the boy's hand and knew it should be her first priority. But the dark lord said she could do this and really that was all she wanted tonight. Lucius would be taking the glory or the blame any ways.
Finally, the students ran leaving the girl alone. Longbottom had taken her wand, she noticed and decided to deal with it later. She crept towards her and knelt beside her. The spell that had hit the girl Bellatrix knew she could fix in time. There was no time now, she had to get to the boy before Lucius fucked everything up. She drew out a bracelet out of her pocket and picked up a limp arm, tying it on to secure it.
She placed the arm gently back down and picked up her wand again. She glanced at the girl's face and paused. The cheekbones, the nose, the shape of her face. Bellatrix shook her head, it didn't matter.
She pointed her wand at the bracelet and muttered, giving in and saying the spell verbally. She picked herself up. No time for this. She took off, hearing Lucius yell in the distance.
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Bellatrix had rejoined the group in time to torment the Longbottom boy. She had also managed to steal the wand he had been holding without anybody noticing when the Order showed up.
Sirius, her cousin, oh her hated cousin. She was half surprised when that stupefy hit him dead on. He had always been brash. What she didn't expect was him falling through the veil. She had been using stupefy after all. Potter chased after her, incensed with rage.
The dark lord came. Bellatrix could feel the Ministry's wards break and her magic take a toll as the spell she had cast began to take shape.
Dumbledore showed up and they were forced to retreat. The dark lord was now 'out,' so to speak. And was more then furious about it. Malfoy was tortured and humiliated until he lost consciousness . Bellatrix endured a few Crucios and was smacked against a wall once or twice. She didn't really remember and that didn't matter. She had failed in serving her dark lord. She used the pain to focus on regaining her feet.
At Malfoy manor in the big hall, the dark lord sat at the head of the table, spent out from torturing his useless followers. The only light in the room was the half moon light spilling in from the tall windows. Bellatrix had picked herself up from the floor, ignoring her hip and the blood dripping from her mouth.
Voldemort turned to look at her, his eyes cool and level. She knew he was bored now. While punishment was something he delighted in, he preferred their enemies that screamed in fear and pain rather than his Death Eaters that continually begged for mercy.
"Tell me, Bellatrix. Did you at least accomplish something?" She straightened up, knowing better than to reveal any pain.
"Yes my lord." His eyes lit up and he nodded once.
"Good. Potter won't like that. Yaxley!" He called out. Yaxley had gotten off easy, as per usual in Bellatrix's opinion but to be fair they were all more than willing to let Lucius take the blame.
"You will inform the right people." Yaxley nodded and turned to leave. Voldemort looked back to Bellatrix.
"She is yours to do with what you like." He paused and flicked his wand absently. "Maybe an education is in order?" Bellatrix nodded fervently.
"I am sure my lord, I can teach her to serve you." He nodded again.
"Dismissed." He said casually as if it didn't matter. He was looking at his wand again, inspecting it.
"Thank you, my lord." She knew better than to glance at Lucius, she never liked him but Narcissa would be unhappy if she didn't try. She paused fighting her strong urge to leave as quickly as possible.
"My lord. Perhaps I could remove the scum from the room?" She dared, trying to keep herself from biting her lip.
He looked up and amusement spread across his face.
"I'm surprised at you, Bellatrix. Worried about your brother in law?" She said nothing, keeping her head down respectfully. Voldemort glanced to Lucius.
"I suppose he is more useful alive. Take him and get out." Bellatrix nodded and quickly levitated Lucius. She hurried from the room, his body floating behind her. She opened the tall doors making sure he got through and closed the softly.
Narcissa was at the top of the stairs, crouching. Bellatrix rolled her eyes and took the stairs two at a time ignoring her leg threatening to give out on her.
"Bella!" Narcissa stood up in shock. Bellatrix's eyes widened and she shook her head.
"Shhh!" She hissed and motioned down the hall. Narcissa nodded, her eyes fearful and hurried down to a room. Bellatrix followed.
"Here, put him on the bed." Bellatrix complied and quickly shut the door. Narcissa leapt to her husband's side, grabbing his hand and cupping his cheek with the other.
"Lucius." She said softly. Bellatrix stood there, arms crossed. She looked about the room. It seemed almost medieval in its style. The Malfoys had weird tastes.
"Bella?" Bellatrix turned her head slowly. She could still feel the blood dripping. Huh, she must have a cut on her forehead too. She reached up dreamily to feel for it. Yes, she did. She stared at the blood on her hand.
"Bella!" Narcissa snapped and Bellatrix came back to reality. Her hip hurt and she didn't want to be here. "Sit down before you fall over."
"I'm older than you." She mumbled as she sat down in the chair next to the bed. She lolled her head back. Narcissa sat herself on the bed next to Lucius and glared at Bellatrix.
"What.." Bellatrix held up a hand lazily to stop her.
"Plan worked at first. The boy showed with a crowd of his friends. Used them as shields. They ran, we chased. The Order showed. Fought some more and then the dark lord came. Dumbledore came to fight and we ran. He was not pleased." Narcissa almost rolled her eyes at the next to useless explanation. A thought occurred to her.
"Did she show up?" Bellatrix snapped her head back and locked eyes with her sister. Her pretty baby sister that loved a slimy bastard, what a waste. At least her son seemed to be turning out better though his idolization of his father was disgusting. Bellatrix nodded.
"Yes. Speaking of which, she may be dying right now." Bellatrix swung herself up. "Later Cissy." Narcissa scowled, knowing Bellatrix was lying but decided against pursuing information right now.
"Bella?" Bellatrix paused at the door she was opening. "Thank you." Narcissa smiled.
Bellatrix scoffed and walked out, closing the door behind her. She headed down the large wide marble steps and pushed her way out through the massive carved wooden doors.
Outside, she breathed in the fresh air ignoring the urge to go back in and curl up in a bed. This night wasn't over yet. She strode out down the cleverly stoned path and towards the black iron gates.
"Look who it is. The wanna be alpha bitch." Greyback slunk from the shadows, fangs gleaming.
"I am the alpha bitch, Greyback. Fuck off." Bellatrix responded and kept walking.
"Not after that escapade." He scoffed and raised himself up to tower over her.
"Mangy cur. " Bellatrix sniffed and opened the gates with a flick of her wand.
"Where are you going? Fuck some poor man since your husband won't touch you?" Greyback sneered and Bellatrix began to laugh.
"Rodolphus can fuck who he likes." She said in a matter of fact tone.
"Did you not get your happily ever after?" Greyback called after her in a simpering voice as she walked through the gates.
"Not yet." Bellatrix admitted and spun around, wand out. She gave no verbal warning, just smiled as Greyback was hit with her spell and he fell to the ground, writhing in pain.
"I suppose this will have to do." She let him stay in pain for a bit and then released him.
"You bitch!" He jumped up and leapt towards her. She laughed, cackling at him as she disapparated seconds before he could grab a hold of her.
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Bellatrix landed in a yard and promptly fell over as her hip singed in pain. Fantastic. She stayed there for a second, letting herself rest on the ground. She dragged herself onto her elbows and looked around.
There she was. In the grass, next to the crumbling concrete stairs and across the sad excuse for a walkway, lay Hermione. Bellatrix half crawled/slid her way over, ignoring her dress tearing and the slowly appearing grass stains. She reached her and pulled herself up to a sitting position, careful to put more weight on her left side.
The girl was breathing shallowly and Bellatrix felt a twinge of gratitude that the girl had remained unconscious. She knew the curse Dolohov had used, putting a binding pressure on the ribcage slowly crushing inwards. Often it was used to torture and the victim was kept conscious until their lungs popped. The girl would already have broken ribs. She lifted her wand and began to mutter the counter curse. She grinned as a yellow light began to spill from her wand in a snake-like shape slithering down onto the girl, settling where the purple had sunk in. She waited and nodded as the breathing became even though it remained shallow.
She swung herself up and glared at the house. It was old and beaten, chipped brick and broken concrete, even a broken window. It was reminiscent of Grimmauld Place, the Blacks had dozens of these properties all over Britain. Endless stairs full of terrible furniture and art that all had to do with something Pureblood related.
Bellatrix couldn't remember the last time she had been to this particular property. She used to stay here for long periods of time; there were only three people left who knew of its existence. It was a decent place to keep the girl for now. She hardly cared whether Narcissa came here or not, as long as her rooms were left alone. The other person worried her slightly, but if the door still held its charm and Bellatrix was sure it did, then there would be no trouble.
The door was a heavy black wood adorned with the Black crest in silver. A friendly reminder to anyone entering. She levitated Hermione and pushed open the door.
It was clean, though it smelled musty and stale. Rooms were on either side of her and in front was the hall graced by stairs leading upward, continuing down the hall would lead to the dining room and kitchen. The stairs with a black wooden railing beckoned to her and she reached for it, careful to keep the girl from bumping in to the wall. She made her way up the stairs and paused. Better to keep her on this floor. She turned right and pushed into a room. She set the girl on the bed and sighed.
Broken ribs would need to be dealt with. She really wanted to go further upstairs and collapse. She didn't want to deal with this... Girl. This brat that worshipped the ground the Potter boy walked on. Disgusting. She left the room and strode into the bathroom. She tapped her wand on the large rectangular mirror framed in black and the glass disappeared, revealing shelves filled with bottles and tubs. She browsed through, picking up bottles and clinking against others as she searched. Finally she found the one she wanted and shook it experimentally. It sloshed, nearly empty but it would be enough. She stood back leaning on her left hip, debating. She debated using something to keep the girl out. Not a brilliant idea, there was a possibility she would overdose her. Pain would keep her out for a while.
She limped back into the room, sighing. Using a store bought potion seemed pathetic, though the energy and time it took to make a potion was something she didn't have right now.
She walked over to the bed and began to pull at the cork on the bottle. It was stuck tight. She grumbled in annoyance and brought it up to her mouth, biting with her blackened teeth. She pulled and suddenly the pressure released and she winced as it splashed onto her face and dripped into her mouth. She placed the cork down on the bedside table along with the bottle. She winced and grabbed at her mouth, the potion affecting her teeth.
"Damn." She swore quietly and shook her head slightly. Back to the task at hand. This was better to be done quickly. She opened the girl's mouth and poured a small amount in her mouth. She placed the bottle down quickly, closing the mouth by holding her jaw and used her other hand to rub her throat. The girl swallowed and Bellatrix nodded and let go. She felt a slight gratitude; healing magic had never been her strong suit and dark magic tended to destroy any capacity to heal.
What do to now? She had planned on being successful but she didn't know what to do with her. Hers by right, she knew that, but this girl was a child. She would fight with every step. Bellatrix almost laughed at the thought, at least it would be entertaining. She picked up the bottle and cork, returning to the bathroom. Her teeth hurt less now and she grimaced knowing the result.
In the mirror, she bared her teeth. Gleaming white shone where the potion had splashed her ruined teeth. Fantastic. She was apathetic about it but leaving it like that would mean questions would be asked. She downed the rest of the bottle, swishing it around in her mouth and swallowing it.
She clutched at the sink, knuckles turning white fighting through the pain. She tapped the mirror and replaced the now empty bottle; she could deal with that later. She headed back into the hall and nearly tripped as a tabby cat wove its way around her ankles.
"Bloody minx! What do you think you are doing?" She snapped at the cat, who meowed in response. Bellatrix glared. There was no way the cat found a way inside on its own. House elves. The cat continued to rub against her, mewing for attention.
"I don't have time to deal with this." Bellatrix grumbled, debating killing the thing and leaving it for the house elf to find. She pulled out her wand and the cat looked up with inquisitive green eyes. Bellatrix held her wand out, staring at the cat that purred loudly.
"Fine." Bellatrix sulked and put her wand away continuing her journey down the hall. She walked up the stairs, the cat following at her heels.
"Away with you!" She kicked at it and the cat let out a small mew. She sighed. "Fine" She grabbed it by its scruff and held it with one arm as she continued up the stairs.