ugh. Took me a bit to get to this and finish it. Flu last week and laying in carpet this week. There is a warning for a certain scene, heed it if you dare. Or not.

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Chapter 2

He heavily pants as he runs, the crisp air almost burning his lungs. His body limps as he move, due to the consistency of his torture and battery from the treatment of his host. Blood slips down his legs, almost making him slip up with every step. He can hear the distant voice of his captor.

"Really? Running away again? And you're getting blood all over the floor!? The elves are really gonna be pissed about that.. How do you even escape from the room...? This makes it a fourth time and a seventh attempt... All of these escapes of yours have made me miss a very important as well as delicate meeting at the moment..," says the distant owner of glaring amber eyes with an agitated voice.

The prisoner looks back just for a moment. He is immediately greeted by a fastly approaching pair of crazed glowing eyes. At this, he tries to run as best as well as fast as he can that his breaking body can put forth.

If only he had his two small toes of his right foot, as well as the toenails of his left foot, back again. If only this psychotic menace didn't pull them off with just his hands. If only he and his brother didn't accept his Great Lord's mission. If only he could have reconsidered of doing the assassination job, instead of trying to do reconnaissance on this well supplied and connected as well as armed family.

The full power of his Master's Cruciatus or even his Avada Kedavra are far more attractively merciful to him now than this growing insanity.

-Main Hall, Palace of The Mystics-

Currently, Harry Potter is on his knees as he tightly hugs his newly revealed godmother's waist while she just gently strokes his short ebon locks of hair. He lets his tears fall freely from his eyes, uncaring of the onlookers gazes, which are now either full of surprise or.. sympathy? Either way, he has finally found his godmother. His thoughts are now only filled with hope that he may be able to protect her from anything and anyone that dares to take her from him now, including a certain terrible Dark Lord. Yet, an ominous and dreaded feeling pesters his hopeful heart.

At this feeling, he tries to chant desperate promises to protect what little he has to himself in a mumbling and incoherent tone. The woman sits there silently as she has small yet beautiful smile etched onto her tired face. After a moment, a familiar grunt is heard as Alastor 'Mad-Eye' Moody clears his throat.

"As much as I.. hate to interrupt this reunion, ma'am... There are many things we've to discuss and explain.. Especially to Harry, Neville, Nymphadora, and-" starts the handicapped man, but is interrupted by a familiar aggravated outburst.

"It's Tonks, not Nymphadora! You old git!" announces the young Auror as her hair fades from hot pink to blazing crimson, embodying one of her few true nicknames. Some of the attendants chuckle or snickers in amusement at this as the young woman glares at the veteran Auror. The handicapped wizard just clears his throat in annoyance of being interrupted by the colorful young Auror.

"As I was sayin', some of the things today will be very.. Disturbing and overwhelming.. To most of the people here.. Including the younger ones," finishes the veteran Auror. This catches Harry's attention as he looks up a bit towards Silvia then to Alastor. He notices the aggrieved expressions on the faces of many of the guests, including both Alastor's and Dumbledore's. The scarred-teen slowly lets go of Silvia's waist and stands as he keeps his eyes on Alastor. The noblewoman let's her hands rest in her lap as her face takes a soft, yet saddened expression.

"What do you exactly mean by that, Professor?" asks Harry. The veteran looks to him then is about to answer. That is, until there is a loud clicking sound. To Harry, however, it sounds too very vaguely familiar. Everyone turns towards the left stairway that leads up to the next landing. The clicking gets closer. To everyone it sounds like high-heel shoes. Harry's eyes lightly narrow as it stops, sounding close to the top of the shadowed stairwell.

Slowly, the clacking footsteps make their way down. It is hard to tell because of the lack of light from just the clouded moons light and the dim torches, but everyone can make out a feminine figure descending down the staircase. The teen squints his eyes even more to get a better look, until the person starts to speak as they approach the landing.

"It's good to see your still breathing.. 'Baby' Potter..," says the woman as she steps out into the pale dim light.

Harry's eyes as well as many of the others, except for a few, slowly widen in various expressions as they look upon the new attendant of the meeting. There stands the most vulgar person that Harry AND Neville had ever truly hated as much Voldemort, if not more so: Bellatrix Lestrange. Her skin still has it's alabaster paleness as her face is still slightly thin and very gaunt in form. Her shining coiling mane of ebon hair flows down her back as it also frames her in the front from her face to slightly above her bust. The woman's sinfully alluring figure is still sultry, if a bit thin in the least. The clothing that Bellatrix wears is no different is to what Harry and Neville had seen her in before: a black cotton dress with see-through sleeves and is slightly tighter on her midsection though loose at her breasts, which reveals a slight bit of her cleavage; a pair of black-satin, polished, and pointed high-heel shoes; and lastly, a thin yet wide see-though black cotton scarf, that she drapes loosely over her shoulders as well as over each of her arms then dangling on both sides in between her elbows and midsection.

The dark witch's arms are crossed under her bust. Neville sneers in anger as Harry hauntingly glares at the very sight of the woman as his jaw clenches with a great hate. Though Harry notices something is off. It is the expression of her facial features. He had expected her to be smiling in some sort of morbid victory, but she wasn't. No, she was looking at them with a look of.. vague disinterest or sullenness, maybe? Though, the teen pushes this into the back of his mind for later as he, as well as some others, try to reach for wands that weren't there. Neville just glares at the dark witch as he hastily speaks.

"What is SHE doing HERE?! Or better yet, how did she even get in here or why isn't she dead or imprisoned already?!" demands the enraged Longbottom heir, in a loud harsh tone. Some of the other attending guests nod in agreement with the boy's demands as well as regretting not having their wands at the moment. Just as he is about to speak again, his grandmother interrupts him.

"Neville! Calm yourself, boy! Even if the enemy is at your doorstep of your own home, you should never show your emotions to them or give in to your emotions either. If done so, it could not only cost you your life, but of that of those who you protect as well. Bringing shame to your own name," states the elder witch. This causes the boy to slightly retract from his outburst, but keeps a steady glare on Bellatrix. Augusta nods in acceptance of this then turns her gazes to the dark witch. Her stare hardens into a fearsome visage of a threatening elder that shows promise to bring forth immense agony.

"Now.. Bellatrix Lestrange.. What 'honor' brings you here? Speak quickly, before I lose any and all sense of judgment and rationality," demands the old witch. Bellatrix, however, doesn't answer her question. Instead, Agris does it for her, which is much to her own annoyance and disgust.

"Miss Bellatrix Lestrange née Black is here because she is not only a direct servant of the Young Lord Silvermane, but is also the Silvermane's inside source of the forces of one Tomas Marvolo Riddle, also known as the notorious Voldemort the currently entitled Dark Lord. She has been in services of the Silvermane's for almost two and a half decades," announces the punctual elf. Almost everyone looks to the elf in shock of this announcement. Bellatrix just scowls at this while Augusta is the first to speak, though her words are now directed towards Silvia Silvermane, whose expression is still one of sadness.

"What is the meaning of this?! Do you mean to tell me that the Silvermane's have known about the one of my son's and daughter-in-law's torturer as well as has been sheltering her from her crimes?! How da-," starts the greatly aged Longbottom matriarch in a loud uproar. Agitation and confusion of the situation have pestered Harry just long enough.

"Enough!" shouts Harry in immense frustration. She stops her berating at this as everyone gives their attention towards the teen with surprise evident in their expressions. He slowly inhales deeply then exhales a shuddering breath. The teen then looks to his godmother, who still holds a mask of grievance and pain upon her face, as she watches Augusta Longbottom silently fume and grumble about Bellatrix's very presence within the same building with her family.

"Um.. Miss Silvia.. Could you explain to why you and your family have had... Miss Lestrange in your company since.. her escape? Most of us are... reasonably confused since she is.. notoriously known," asks the scarred teen in a polite yet irritated tone. The noblewoman looks up to him then nods weakly and looks to Agris.

"Agris.. The Pensieve with... the Holo-Lense.. and... Bella's wand.. Please... retrieve them.. for me..," orders the woman in a weak voice.

"As you wish, Milady," responds Agris in a tone of gentle respect. The elf respectfully bows then snaps his fingers. Suddenly, a large steel platter appears, with some sort of crystal lens and steel mechanical contraption connected to it, in the middle of the room as a walnut-crafted wand appears in the elf's hand. The elf walks over to the dark witch and offers it to her, which she greedily snatches from Agris's hand. Almost everyone within the corridor appropriately tenses at the presence of an armed dark witch. She starts to audibly grumble about stingy and dirty little creatures touching her stuff as she approaches the pensieve hologram while trying to wipe down her wand with her scarf, as if trying to clean away the elf's touch from it.

The crystal on top of the pensieve and it's contraption is hexagonal in shape and is about a foot and a half wide in diameter as it is set snuggly in it's frame setting above the contraption. Bellatrix points at apart of the contraption, that looks like a wheel-crank, with her wand and it slowly starts spinning. This causes the crystal and it's frame to slowly rise up on three short clockwork-based guide-rails. As it stops, Bellatrix casts a wordless spell and causes an orb of bright light to sink at the bottom of the pensieve, making the liquid to faintly shine and creating a pillar of translucent light through the crystal to the ceiling. The woman slowly looks cautiously to the Matriarch of the Silvermane's.

"What would you like for me to show them, Madam Silvia?" asks the dark witch in a soft and respectful tone, shocking most of the other attendants on the landing. The ill-looking woman glances to Augusta and her grandson, Neville, then softly as well as sadly sighs. She looks back to the witch as the Pensieve hovers in the air.

"Show them... The.. night of... What tr..truly... happen with... Neville's.. pa...parents.. first...," says the woman in some strain. Harry furrows his eyebrows in confusion of this then looks to Neville and his grandmother to see that they too have confused expressions upon their faces as well as Tonks and some others, except for Albus, Alastor, and Remus. The dark witch sighs in response to the command then places the tip of her wand gently to her temple and slowly pulls it away, pulling out the familiar wispy substance. As it disconnects from her, she then places it into the pensieve. Bellatrix then slowly turns what looks like a tuning nob and the pillar of light slowly widens until it is as wide as the skyline above. Then the memory starts to relive itself in front of everyone.

-Pensieve Memory-

It is dimly lit in a long narrow hallway. A young and dark haired woman is stealthily walking around as she wields her wand in her nervous right hand. She then quietly whispers out.

"Alice...? Frank..? Are either of you here..? It's me..!" calls out the woman, quietly. She then silently casts the Lumos spell. This grants her wand a small orb of white light to appear at it's tip. This light reveals that her face belongs to that a young healthy Bellatrix Lestrange. She cautiously scans the doorways of rooms for anyone present yet she finds no one.

The witch slowly makes her way towards the staircase at the end of the hall, but she stops as she hears violent bumping and tumbling sounds from overhead. She looks up to the ceiling, to try to unsuccessfully see through it to the next floor only to hear crying and whimpering as well. This causes Bellatrix's eyes to widen in fear. Bella races towards the staircase and climbs it rapidly. She then silently runs down the new corridor and slows to a halt as she approaches a room that is cracked open a bit with light shining through it.

The witch slowly approaches the doorway, careful to not make any noise in case an intruder is within the house, and looks into the slight opening of the door. Her eyes slowly widen as she-

-Present Time-

The images the pensieve produces suddenly stop as Bellatrix has her hand firmly pressed onto a button on the side of the frame of the pensieve hologram. Everyone looks to her and see's that she is nervously biting her bottom lip while she looks at Silvia with a pleading gaze.

"Please... Please don't make me show them... Please.. I don't want them... to see them.. like that.. They shouldn't be... remembered.. not like that..," begs the dark witch. Silvia sadly sighs at this then looks back at the woman.

"Bella... I know.. this is... hard.. for you... to do.. this,... but.. you... must... it's what.. they... would.. have wanted... For the.. truth... it.. must be... revealed..," states the matriarch. Bellatrix scrunches her eyes closed tightly for a moment then slowly open them as she looks to Augusta and Neville, who have curious and confused expressions plastered on their faces, with a visage of futile desperation and pain. The dark witch then sighs with a slight tone of resentment and releases the button of the Pensieve from the pressure of her hand.

"Don't say I didn't warn you lot...," states the witch quietly as the pensieve memory continues.

(WARNING: The following scene contains torture and indirect/direct suggestions of rape. Skip if it is at your displeasure)

-Pensieve Continue-

The witch slowly approaches the doorway and looks into the slight opening of the door. Her eyes slowly widen as she sees her newly wedded husband, Rodolphus Lestrange, use the Cruciatus curse upon Frank Longbottom while he laughs manically as well as watches the man violently and constantly twitch or jerk in immense pain. Blood streams from the man's eyes, nose, ears, and mouth at constant subjection of the curse, staining his blue cotton dress-shirt and the aquatic-violet carpeting bellow him. This, however, only adds to his torturer's amusement and pleasure as he laughs loudly.

A knife is found to be in Rodolphus's other hand. It's blade glowing at an orangish tone, indicating heat being generated through it as a thin cloud of steam billows from it. The dark wizard slowly drags the flat of the blade of the burning dagger across the downed man's shoulder blades and a bit down his spine. Franklin Longbottom seizes up and jolts as his body violently trembles in pain while a scream rips through his vocals.

"Come on, Longbottom! I want ya to at least give me some entertainment! Scream with such sweet 'n precious agony for me! Beg me to take away the pain! No?! Alright then! Crucio Maxima!" cackles Rodolphus as he fondly tortures the man even more into oblivion.

On the other side of the room, Alice is crying and whimpering as she is forcefully being laid facedown on the bed. Her pants are pulled down and her knickers have been torn away as well as lay on the floor. A man is sitting on top of her with his pants slightly pulled down and thrusting his hips towards her backside violently as another man is beside the bed, pointing his wand at Alice as well as inducting the same curse upon her that Rodolphus is doing to Frank. The man on top of her is none other than Barty Crouch Junior while the other man that is inducing the Cruciatus curse on her is Rodolphus's younger brother, Rabastan Lestrange.

"Hurry it up, Barty! I want another go with the bitch!" eagerly complains Rabastan. Barty just groans and grunts then nods in agreement as he decides to ravage the whimpering and crying woman beneath him at a faster and harder pace.

Bellatrix's eyes take upon a cold yet steady gaze as she slowly and quietly opens the door after she banishes the light from her wand. She aims her wand at Barty and Rabastan.

"Imperio!" whispers the woman and the wand releases a faint glow as Barty and Rabastan cease with their endeavors. Rodolphus sees that the two stop what they are doing, making him stop with his session of torture upon his victim.

"Oi?! Why'd the bloody hell ya stop?! Did ya already blow, Barty...? Rab..? Hey?! Are ya two gits listening to-" starts the man, but is unable to finish as he is knocked out by a sharp bunt force of lamp. After this, both of the cursed men faint and the two slump quietly into forced sleep. Bellatrix then quickly enters the room and steps to Frank's side. The man is constantly convulsing and twitching as well as mumbling in sentences and crying. She looks over to Alice and sees that she too was in such a state. The young witch scrunches her eyes shut, holding back tears as she starts to slightly shakes in remorse.

"I.. I-I was too l-l-late... I-I was t-too late, S-S-Sirius.. I'm s-sorry... I-I'm so s-s-sorry..," stutters the woman. She then lets out a shuddering cry of guilt as tears fall down and stain her alabaster cheeks with her dark mascara.

After a few moments of dreadful yet well-needed crying, she gathers her posture and starts to try her best to fix the damages the dark wizards had done to the couple. Bellatrix repairs the quivering and tortured couple's clothes then she mends or heals most of Alice's injuries while poorly easing the severity of Frank's burns and cuts. She then cleans the bed and places the couple side by side, though they are still slightly twitching. The young witch then points her wand at them and casts a sleeping spell upon, causing them to instantly drift into deep sleep. Tears start to gather in her eyes once as she keeps pointing her wand at them.

"For.. F-Forgive me... This i-is the.. only w-way I know... how t-to.. take away the p-pain... To.. keep y-you... sane.. Obliv... Obliviate Maxima..," finishes the woman as a dim white glow casts from the tip of her wand. The sleeping couple's twitching lessen even more as their faces soften from constant pained expressions to eased yet confused ones. The young woman lets out a shuddering sigh then looks back to the unconscious dark wizards. Her face contorts into a disgusted and vengeful glare.

"If I kill you.. The Dark Lord will probably, if not most likely, figure out that I am not his to control... and most likely discover about my allegiances to the Madam.. Then he won't stop hunting me until either I am dead or she is.. And if that happens... He would try to use little 'Bastian.. So... It looks like I'll torture you all for a bit... Then wipe your memories of this night.. And replace them.." states the glowering woman as she stalks towards the sleeping wizards. She looks to the unconscious Barty Junior. She smirks slightly as a dark deviousness swells in her mind while she points her wand at the man.

"Maybe it wouldn't hurt to torture you... Until you gain a few.. 'Irresistible'... twitching habits, hm? Alright.. Let's begin.. Crucio!" Bellatrix ponders as the rest of the night is filled with endless cries, screams, and yells of anguish as well as feminine laughter and giggles of disturbing pleasure. For such a night like this strains what is left of her fragile sanity, but not the devotion carried within her heart.

-Present-

(SAFE!... For Now..)

Everyone except for Dumbledore, Alastor, Bellatrix, Remus, Silvia, and Agris now wear various expressions of shock and surprise upon their faces. For Neville and Augusta, however, they are holding each other and crying without shame while Tonks is now chewing on her thumbnail as she is in deep thought. Harry is still staring at the pensieve, lost in his thoughts.

'Why did she talk about Sirius... I thought.. I thought they.. She... Oh Bloody Fucking Hell! None of this makes any sense!' thinks the scarred boy. He looks up towards the woman to see that a familiar sadness is etched upon her face. The teen furrows his brow in confusion.

'Could there have been really more to Sirius's death than what I know..? There might be, though.. I can't keep my hopes up... She still killed him.. There would have to be more than just simple words, such as real evidence, to even consider convincing me that it is otherwise..,' thinks Harry as his gaze lands onto the Longbottoms as they slowly collect themselves. They have wiped away the tears from their eyes and straighten themselves. Bellatrix sees this then steps forward, slightly shaking from her remembrance of such a harrowing event.

"I e-erased their memories.. Because.. I-I didn't wish for t-them to be in the c-constant pain thanks to 't-t-them'... Though I am s-sorry that.. they d-do not remember you... and I.. I do not ask you f-for your forgiveness... All that I ask of y-you.. is to o-only understand that... I d-d-did it to ease.. all of the p-pain they h-had... endured o-on that night..," states the former dark witch as she struggles to will her emotions for control of them. Her fingers slightly twitch on her left hand as she grips her wand tightly yet shakily in the other. Augusta keeps her reddened eyes on the woman for a long moment then sighs in defeat. She then shakily pats Neville's arms, who looks to her with a slightly trembling gaze.

"C-Come, Neville... We.. W-We have many t-things to do... Things to.. prepare...," states the matriarch. The teen nods and starts to turn to leave with his grandmother, but stops for a moment. He turns his gaze towards Bellatrix. His hands balls into shaky fist for a moment then slowly releases them. The Longbottom heir sighs then stands straightened as his eyes meet the dark witch's gaze.

"I.. I-I... don't know.. w-what... I.. s-s-should say,.. but.. I can.. s-see why... you did this.. Thank y-you..," says the boy as he quickly turns towards his grandmother and the two then leave as the matriarch holds the boy's forearm in a trembling grip. Bellatrix slightly leans her head back then lets out a shuddering sigh. She then wipes away the swelling tears that had started to threaten to fall. Bella then looks to Silvia with a lightly swollen-eyed glare, though not threateningly. At this, Silvia sighs sadly at being glared by the younger witch.

"I.. I know... Bella,.. but... it was.. n-necessary... for them.. to... find out.. You... should.. know... why as.. such... It will.. make... things.. easier... for Se-.. Sebastian... and his.. dilemmas..," states the pale matriarch. This causes the most interesting and unexpected response from the dark witch that Harry has ever seen: her face takes on a light dusting of a blush though her eyes narrow in sadness as she clears away unshed tears with her left sleeve. Most of the occupants on the raise an eyebrow of curious interest at this while Remus just let's out a soft yet muffled chuckle of amusement, Dumbledore thoughtfully strokes his beard as he smirks expectingly, and Silvia sighs softly though slightly giggles at the woman's reaction.

"It seems... you.. still... hold interest.. even... after I.. denied... it,.. but... since I.. am... approaching.. this end... I.. will... grant you.. permission... to.. pursue his... heart.. He will... depend.. on you... even more.. so... Especially,.. after... this.. accursed night...," says the woman. Bella's face lights up slightly in surprise though drops back into a saddened fatigue then bows her head. A cold and ominous feeling glides up Harry's back at the words 'accursed night'.

"T-Thank you, Silvia. I.. I don't know what t-to say.. I will not abuse his trust.. and yours," says the former dark witch. The ill-looking woman giggles sadly at the woman's appreciation.

"Don't.. thank me... just.. yet... Remember.. he,... like young.. Harry.. here, must... find.. one.. or two... You just.. happen... to be.. someone... I truly do.. trust.. to be... close to.. him... Your.. presence... may even.. aid in... easing my.. son's troubled... heart..," admits the matriarch. Harry's eyes narrow at this as he looks to Silvia as a look of surprise etches itself onto his face.

"Wait a minute.. I... I have a god-brother.. sibling..?" asks the perplexed teen. Albus steps forward places his hand on the teen's shoulder. Harry looks to the headmaster.

"Harry, it is rude to interrupt someone's conversation. To the question of Lady Silvia's son that he being in the probability of being your god-sibling or not... you will meet with him soon enough to determine as such though we still have one more thing to do before that is done so," starts the old warlock then looks to Silvia with a saddened gaze.

"I do believe that we must hurry the meeting.. For I do fear, Madam, that the time is hastily shortening as we speak," finishes Dumbledore. The pale woman nods her head weakly in agreement then looks back to Bellatrix, who is glancing at the old warlock with a look of disgust and distrust.

"He... is right,.. Bella... It is.. time... to show.. our... guests one.. last... memory.. Do you... not.. agree...?" points out the woman. The dark witch sadly nods in agreement with this. She steps over towards the pensieve then looks at Harry with a sadden gaze.

"This memory... is some of the last moments before Sirius had died.. Just a couple of minutes or so before you and your friends had found the prophecy... For what it's worth.. I'm glad you'll know the truth.. Though I take no pride within being the one to reveal this to you..," says Bellatrix. Harry's eyes narrow at this as she places the tip of her wand against her temple and slowly pulls out another familiar wisp-like string then releases it quickly into the pensieve. The witch steps back from the thing as it starts to project the images of the memory, making everyone in the room extremely anxious. The images darken and starts to play on the awaited mysteries for many, but also answer the awaiting questions of one particular scarred teen.

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Alright, hope you all enjoyed this. Next chapter, as well as most chapters of this story and most likely other stories I make, will take about another two weeks to publish. Reminder, I ONLY POST STORIES HERE, ON FAN FICTION! I would appreciate it if someone were to inform me if this story as well as any other fan fiction of mine is posted elsewhere.

Can't believe no one has taken guesses at the crossovers.

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