Disclaimer: I don't own Harry Potter or Glee. The only thing in here that's mine is the plotline.
Warnings: F/F, femslash, no beta, cursing, violence, implied rape, possible character death, angst etc.
Prologue
It was dark, it was so dark. I was standing in front of Scrimgeour's office. I kept starring at the lock, trying to picture myself doing it, and not caring. I heard once that if you look at a memory, and detach yourself from it that you lose your fear that way. I heard that if you look at the act that has you terrified like it's a third party's doing and not yours that it's okay, easier somehow. I guess that only works for something that has already happened.
"You can do this," Bellatrix touches my shoulder. I don't know if I can. I know I have to, but I don't know if I can. "Don't doubt yourself, don't think. It's the only way."
I nod in agreement. This really is the only way. It's been a couple of months since I left Hogwards, since I received my summons that I must join the fight, since I earned the respect of my colleagues. And now standing here I must complete my final test. I must kill a man, Minister Scrimgeour to be exact, in order to receive my Dark Mark.
And the only reason I'm doing this is her. That noisy brunette know-it-all from Gryffindor I accidently fell in love with all those years ago. She's the reason I willingly joined, and she's the reason I'm about to murder the Minister.
I sigh and unlock the door. He didn't see us coming. He was too busy trying to cover up that the Lord doesn't exist he didn't even see this as a possibility. My mission is to kill, but my objective is to collect information. I need to gain grounds in the pureblood community. I need to be well respected so I can protect her.
He surges from his chair as soon as he sees us, his arm extended, shaking with a poor wand aimed at us. He knows he lost. There's no question about it. I see it in his eyes. He's already pleading for a quick and painless death. I really wish I could give it to him. I really wish I could afford him this small mercy. And as I extend my own wand in preparation I start doubting it. How is killing an innocent man right? She'd never want to be with me if she knew. She'd never want to be with a monster. I waver for a second.
The rest of the night is a blur. When I come to, Bellatrix is beside me, kissing me, and telling me it's over. Telling me it's done. I blink away the tears as I see his slumped body on the floor, my only memory of the information I've gathered.
She takes me that night. She takes me to her room, and fucks me into oblivion. And then when it's all said and done, she promises to train me, she promises to make me stronger, she promises to protect me, and I just sit there across from her, and smile sadly at her proclamation.
A/N: This story is already finished on my computer, and I'll try to post chapters at least on a weekly basis if real life doesn't get in the way.