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This chapter is going toward the dark side. I couldn't help myself. Thanks be to my Conjure One Pandora channel.

Narcissa/Bellatrix/Voldemort/You

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My head swam while the cut on my cheek felt as if it were on fire. A small trickle of blood dripped slowly down my jaw where her blade had gone too deep. I held my face and looked up at her as I came to finally accept that this wasn't a dream. Somehow, someway, I had ended up in a world I thought I could never touch. A world I believed didn't actually exist. Silly me.

The questions in my head started to multiply at a very alarming rate. How did I get here? Could I ever get back? When exactly in the "story" was I? Where was Harry potter? Was Dumbledore dead yet? Why did I end up with the bad guys?

I tried to slow my thoughts so I could reason clearly and logically. Funny word logical. At least it was then. I pulled myself up, leaned back on the desk, and looked at Bellatrix.

"Why am I here?" Was my first question.

"You are here, to help win a war." She said simply.

"As much as I think that is a fabulous answer," I said, "It doesn't really give me any insight into what you really want from me."

Quick as a blink, Bellatrix' hand came up and smacked me square in the mouth.

"Dammit!" I shrieked in pain and clutched my face yet again.

"Manners. We mustn't forget out manners" She said with a mad smile. Bellatrix moved to sit up on the desk beside where I was leaning and knocked a pile of parchment onto the floor.

All I could do is hold my mouth and glare over at her. This was not the first time my smart mouth had gotten me in trouble, and I daresay it wouldn't be the last. I was powerless here however, and I was looking into the eyes of the craziest character in the whole series. Oh yeah, how did I forget?

"Alright," I acquiesced, "Please...Can you just tell me how I got here?"

"That's much better, pet." She smiled as she fiddled idly with her knife. "The answer to that is a fascinating story."

Bellatrix hopped down off the desk scattering more parchment and quills and turned to face me.

"Two months ago, my Lord took over the Ministry. Do you know what the Ministry is, pet?" She asked as she began pacing slowly.

I didn't know what I should answer, but I decided to be truthful.

"Yes." I answered.

"Interesting," she mused. "There is a place in the Ministry called the Department of Mysteries. It is a place that holds some very...enigmatic...items in the wizarding world. In this place of mystery, there resides a veil. For many years, educated witches and wizards thought this veil was the doorway between life and death. My Lord knew it to be something altogether different, and after our people took the Ministry, he has spent the last two months studying it." she explained. Bellatrix looked back at me as if waiting for me to respond.

"So what did he learn?" I asked.

She suddenly sauntered over to me. Lost in thought she slowly brought her hand up to my bleeding cheek.

"You've cut yourself, love. Let me help." She said with a mad tenderness.

"Bella. Stay focused." Narcissa said from the doorway. I had almost forgotten she was there.

Bellatrix stopped short of touching my face and dropped her hand, eyes coming back into focus. Without losing a beat, she continued.

"My Lord discovered that it is a doorway to many different worlds." She answered. "All of them, as a matter of fact."

I was slowly starting to piece together the how's, but I still desperately needed to know the why's. I realized though, my complete understanding would have to wait on the whims of this beautiful, mad woman.

"This is how the Dark Lord found your world." She turned to face me. "A world with no magic." She stepped closer. "A world with no magic, but stories of our world." Closer still. "He began searching for someone." With the last step she took, Bellatrix stood so close to me, we touched. She whispered in my ear. "Someone that had read these stories and knew of our world." She moved her hand to caress my face. "Someone who..."

"Bella. That's enough." Narcissa said as she cut her off.

"Please let me play with her, Cissy." Bella turned to her sister and pleaded with a strained voice.

I looked from Bellatrix to her sister and back again as my heart began to rocket out of my chest. God knows what 'play with' entailed.

"You know the Dark Lord wants her untouched, Bella. You also know, you'll pay for that little...scratch." Narcissa reprimanded.

"I know." Bellatrix giggled wildly and spun in a circle. "I. Love. Him. So."

I exhaled a breath I didn't know I was holding. As much as I had ever fantasized about this dark lady, to be honest, in 'real life' she scared the shit out of me.

Lovingly, she pulled up the sleeve on her left arm. With her wand in the right she caressed her tattoo. I watched as it became dark and textured before my eyes.

"He comes!" She whispered quickly to me, eyes wide. Laughing wickedly, she spun and disappeared in a trail of black smoke

I looked up toward Narcissa still standing in the doorway with fear and confusion written plainly on my face. She was still casually leaning in the doorway with arms folded. Without saying a word she smiled and walked out shutting the door behind her.

I realized then, that this was not going in any way how I had planned. If I even had a plan. Which I didn't. Not even close.

I'm not sure how long I had been here. Not long I'd wager, and I already had Voldemort wanting something from me. I had Bellatrix Lestrange wanting to do to me whatever it is that Bellatrix Lestrange does to people. Which I knew, beyond a shadow of a doubt, could be absolutely anything. I was in the best, worst situation I had ever been in.

At least I had learned from her what time frame the 'story' was in. I knew that the golden trio was on the run. The ministry had fallen. Which meant that Voldemort was searching for the elder wand. I couldn't help though, the feeling that something bad...nay... horrible, was about to happen.

The minutes ticked by, and I occupied myself with the Daily Prophet that had been abandoned on the floor when I first discovered my situation.

It was clear to me that the prophet was controlled by the ministry which as I knew now, was controlled by Voldemort. It was like reading Fox news.

I set the paper back down on the desk and walked to the door again. I heard no voices this time. Looking down at the door handle, I wondered if I should try my luck again. I paused and put my ear back to the door. Nothing. I moved my hand to try the doorknob and rested it on the cool surface, while I waited for the sound of discovery.

Nothing happened. Breathing deeply I carefully turned the handle. There was no resistance as it clicked open. I slowly opened the door and it squeaked. I cringed. Still nothing. I pushed the door a bit quicker to try to nullify the noise and it swung wide. I was out in the open looking into a rather large anteroom which was thankfully empty.

It was only then that I realized I had no clue what the hell I was doing. It's not like I could escape. Even if I could, where would I go? I was in Britain, in a world that I knew but didn't. It was certainly not my world. For the first time, everything that had happened sunk in. I was lost, perhaps forever, in a parallel universe. My family and friends chose, at that moment, to flit through my thoughts, and a horrible lump in my throat formed. I could feel a warm tear slip down my cheek and sting the cut that Bellatrix had given me.

I wallowed in my own self pity for a while before anger began its slow saunter into my heart. Fuck this, I thought. Whatever is happening or whatever is going to happen, I want it over and done with. I let go of the handle and walked out of the room.

There were a few doors of the anteroom, including mine. All were closed. I went up to the first and put my ear to the door. Nothing. The second I came to was the same. These rooms were all empty, I thought as I walked to the other end of the large anteroom. There I found a marble staircase leading down into darkness.

"Down down down into the belly of hell." I whispered to myself aloud as I began to descend the steps.

At about fifty steps in, I came to a landing where a torch was burning softly on the wall. I turned, and there was yet another set of steps. The stairs and the pictures on the wall reminded me of what I imagined Hogwarts to be like, only on a much smaller scale. I turned and began the trek down the second set of stairs. Halfway down I started hearing familiar voices rise up to me. I continued to take the steps down as they came, but at a much slower pace.

As I came to the last landing, I turned and saw one more set of stairs. I could see to the bottom this time, and the voices I heard had grown considerably louder. Yet again, I continued slowly. As I neared the end of the staircase I saw an open entryway bathed in flickering light. Halfway down I stopped and took a seat on the step.

"I think she is going to be everything you wanted, my Lord." Narcissa said.

"You can thank your sister for procuring her for me." Voldemort stated. "Bella, my dear, come here and join the conversation.

"Yes, my Lord?" I heard Bellatrix click closer to the other two voices.

"Have you hurt her at all?" He inquired.

"Maybe a little," she murmured mischievously. "But not so much as you'd notice, m'Lord."

"Bella..." he corrected softly, "What have I told you. You must learn to control yourself when times demand."

Without hesitation, I heard him softly whisper.

"Crucio."

I heard a Bellatrix cry for her tormentor. It stared as a moan that quickly reached a fevered sobbing pitch. I wondered then if it had ever felt like pain to her. The sounds that came were not of pain. Well, that's not entirely true. I heard her pain, felt it even, but I don't believe it was ever truly agony for her. A few seconds later her screams ended. He had lifted her suffering.

"I will trust that you listen to me in the future." He quietly said.

"Yes, my Lord," her choked voice promised.

"Narcissa, we seem to have a voyeur." He said. "Will you please collect her?"

"As you wish, my Lord." She replied.

I heard movement toward my hiding place and realized I had been found out.

"Come down little one and meet our guest." She said as she looked up into the darkness and saw my silhouette.

My stomach dropped and I thought for a moment to run screaming, but curiosity got the best of me. I slowly stood and made my way down the last few set of stairs. Narcissa held out her hand and against my better judgment, I took it. She smiled at me and I followed her into madness.

The room I walked into was yet another huge Victorian room. It contained an enormous fireplace, marble flooring and lots of unused space. I looked to my left and I saw, for the first time, the Dark Lord.

It is so very hard to recount him properly. He was more wonderful and more terrible than I had ever imagined. He was every shadowy thought I had ever had. He was the answer to all the dark questions that had ever weighed my soul and he took me apart piece by piece in the split second that his eyes locked onto mine. It was if I had stared into hell, and hell stared back.

"Do you see?" Bellatrix asked as she moved, snakelike, toward me.

"I... I..." I stuttered, lost in a labyrinth of emotion.

Bellatrix slowly came up to my side. With her hand she took my face and turned my eyes away from the Dark Lord. It was then I felt tears sliding down my cheeks.

"Do you see?" She asked me again more fervently.

"I do." I choked as I looked into her eyes.

His mere presence had sundered my soul.

The Dark Lord held out his hand. I took it with the blessing of every shadowy thing that had ever screamed within my soul. My thoughts jumbled about my brain in an attempt to sort themselves out. I know I should have been terrified, but it was as if that instinct had been removed completely.

The Dark Lord pulled me closer to him, until I was standing no more than half a foot away. He was tall, and I found myself looking at the robes that hung loosely from his chest. I felt repulsed at his nearness, but at the same time I had no desire to ever move away.

Vaguely I heard Bellatrix stroll to her sister's side, and I glanced over to see the two of them standing together, watching me. I looked up as he pulled me into his black eyes.

"What is it you want from me?" I dared to ask in a shaky voice.

He took my face in his hand, and I could feel him gently trace the cut that Bellatrix had given me earlier. As he blinked, I felt warmth flood into the wound and the hurt of it ceased completely.

"You have knowledge I require," he said simply.

With those words, a dawning realization sucked the very breath from my lungs. Locked away in my head were all the secrets to this world. I knew it all, and I knew he knew how to get it.

At that moment, the world came crashing down around me. I backed up a few paces as I looked over to Narcissa and Bellatrix. Narcissa was stroking her sister's hair and smiling. Bellatrix looked as if she wanted to swallow me whole. I turned and started to run. Two steps into my sprint, I heard Bellatrix utter a word. What felt like ropes encircled my legs and I flew forward, tripped by my own momentum. The impact knocked the breath out of me. As I struggled to inhale, another word came and my hands were tied securely behind my back. All I could see, in my prone position was the fireplace while my face rested on the cold marble.

I felt someone come up and kneel in front of me, blocking out the light of the fire. A soft finger gently made its way from my forehead, to the bridge of my nose.

"You have no where to go. Do you understand that now?" Narcissa murmured in my ear. "The Dark Lord will take what he wants from you whether you choose to give it willingly or not." She leaned further down to me and in a much quieter voice she said, "Then I will baby-sit my beautiful sister to make sure she doesn't harm you beyond repair. She has trouble with self control, as I am sure you know."

Without hope, and very much alone, I began to quietly sob. Narcissa stood back up and sauntered away leaving me to look at the teary fire.

I heard another set of steps come toward me. Soft and quiet, they padded closer as the Dark Lord circled me slowly. Suddenly, an unseen force took hold of me and I was raised off the ground to hover upright. He held his wand delicately in his hand as he turned me to face him. Still bound by Bellatrix' ropes; I could do nothing but watch this nightmare play out.

He slowly and gracefully moved his wand toward my head. Without a word, I felt him invade my mind. It was much different than the liquid intrusion that I had experienced from Bellatrix. His was a carnal, cutting blade that sliced through my thoughts, dissecting things of consequence and moving aside those that didn't matter. I screamed. He thrust the cutting edge deeper and I felt my thoughts bleed out through my eyes.

I don't know how long it went on. Time was of no matter. Perhaps minutes, Perhaps hours. All that existed was this twisted rape taking place in my mind. Then, without warning, the Dark Lord pulled himself out and left me empty and humiliated. He released me and I dropped solidly to the floor unable to move.

"Severus, you betrayer." I heard the Dark Lord murmur in surprise while he looked down on me.

He whirled around to the sisters and stated with quiet rage, "I have marked the memories that belong to me. The rest...you can have. If you kill her, Bellatrix, you will die. Do not disobey." With that, the Dark Lord took his leave.

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