Suffering for Desire.

Chapter Eleven. A Filler If You Will.

"Hi Auntie Bella.. Um, can I have some of that sweet pie too?" Draco said rosy cheeked.

"Of course you can sweetums" said the beaming Bellatrix who pointed her wand at Draco's forehead- CRUCIO a flash of red light and Draco woken up with a gasp from his strange dream.

"agh!" Draco exclaimed, panting. It was the next morning at the old Lestrange house, and Draco had stayed there for a night already. Bellatrix was supposed to be teaching him occlumency, though she hadn't given him a proper lesson yet he thought his unusual dreams were not a coincedence somehow.

Ruffling his hair tiredly he got out of bed and peered out the dusty window. From there he could see the sun shining in his sullen face, a tall hedge silhouetted in front of the light overshadowed the grey, moss-covered tiles at the side of the house.

He felt something had changed in his life, like he wasn't the aristocratic little mother's boy he was used to being. His life was changing, the wizarding world was changing. The Dark Lord was becoming more powerful, and Draco was becoming a part of that. The sun disappeared behind some clouds and the shadow crept over the window, over Draco.

"Get up sleepy"

"Mmmmh"

"Get up!" Bellatrix prodded Dora's head sharply which made her awake suddenly.

"Okay!" she exclaimed, rubbing her head where Bellatrix had jabbed her. She looked up to an amused Bellatrix, smirking, sitting in her underwear on the bed.

"Do whatever the hell you want" she said with a hint of sarcasm as she walked out the room.

In the kitchen, Bellatrix walked unsteadily to the table and slumped her head down, not noticing the feeble house-elf creep in from the alcove near the door.

"damn damn damn" she banged her head repeatedly on the table "how did I manage to get all this way?" she mumbled to herself. The house elf gave a small, croaky cough which made his mistress jump.

"What do you want?" she said, a surprised, wide-eyed look on her face.

"I was about to ask you the same mistress, would you like breakf-"

"Yes. Coffee please" she said calmly. "And where are my cigarettes?" The house elf clicked his fingers and the packet of Olfactoro's Magical Cigarettes in front of her. She lit one up as the house elf went to make the coffee.

"Make it Irish!" she ordered.

"Yess mistress" it bowed and continued making coffee.

She picked up the new Daily Prophet from the table and frowned at the picture. The same woman, dishevelled, chained in her dirty Azkaban cell screaming back at herself.

LESTRANGE STILL WANTED

Bellatrix Lestrange, the convicted mass murderer and Death Eater escaped from Azkaban 8 months ago. The Ministry of Magic's special Auror squad are searching for the dangerous woman, who is an asset in You-Know-Who's evil plans.

"She is terribly sadistic, and will stop at nothing to make sure the Dark Lords orders are carried out." says Artemus Boggs, a member of the board who was present at Lestranges' trial.

Any information on Lestrange's whereabouts, please contact us by sending an owl to the Department of Heinous Individuals, Ministry of Magic, London.

BELLATRIX LESTRANGE IS ARMED AND DANGEROUS, DO NOT APPROACH!

She scowled at the article.

"how dare they!" she exclaimed.

"I don't know mistress, here is your coffee, Irish and all" the house-elf croaked. Bellatrix growled, he took the hint and skulked back into the doorway alcove. Even the house-elf knew Bellatrix was not one to annoy.

She took a drag of her cigarette and flipped the newspaper around to read the back page, Skeeter's Corner.

"Lets see what the lovely Miss Rita is saying today" she chuckled. Rita Skeeter was once very close to Bellatrix in her sixth year at Hogwarts. Very close.

POTTER OR POOFTER?

In our modern wizarding society, wizards and witches of all kinds are generally accepted (with the exception of mudbloods, of course!). Today, I take a look at a different kind of wizard, an assumed 'chosen one'. After weeks of snooping, I have finally aquired some information about the boy who lied, sorry, lived.

At his humble Wiltshire home, a boy who knows Potter quite well has deliciously spilled the beans on the famous twerp. Sipping a rich brandy, the 16 year old sneeringly told us. "Potter thinks he is so important, because of all the fame, went straight to his odd head. Personally I don't see the wonder about him. Also, he's so privileged because…" he pauses, taking a sip of expensive brandy, his expression slightly pained, as if he remembers something rather unpleasant. "…because he spends so much time with Dumbledore lately, people have been saying that Potter is well… Dumbledore's 'pet' if you will."

I ask him what he means by this. "He spent evenings with Professor Snape a lot last year too, you know, it makes me suspicious, considering what I caught Potter and the Weasley boy doing last term".

This information is just too deliciously shocking to be kept behind closed doors. I obviously knew where my interviewee was getting at, so I send him a warm smirk, my quick-quotes-quill tucking itself away in my purse. "I think we're done here" I say, giving him a wink. I thank him. "No, thank you Miss Skeeter, I just want to tell the truth" he replies courteously.

I just love it when an interview goes well, don't you my lovely readers?

-RS

TOMORROW IN SKEETER'S CORNER; IS DUMBLEDORE 'PACKING' FUDGE?

CORNELIUS FUDGE THAT IS! READ TOMORROW!

Bellatrix let out a chuckle before sipping her coffee.

"Good morning lovely" said Dora as she casually walked right into the kitchen, making Bellatrix jump slightly.

"what are you doing?" she exclaimed, trying her best to hide the evident grin on her face.

"I'm greeting you in an orderly manner, as you usually are used to with your house guests…" Dora jokingly said, returning the grin right back to Bellatrix.

Bellatrix stood up and kissed her firmly on the lips.

"I love it when you joke about the house elves, idiots that they are" she giggled to herself "16 years ago one of them accidentally killed themselves with an iron, can you believe the stupidity?" she cackled, the same high pitch that set shivers down Dora's spine. Dora was beginning to love it, she looked Bellatrix in the eyes and said;

"you know… I just want to say, although you seem like well… horrible at first, I've really grown to like you as you've warmed up to me, and not to mention… you've charmed the bloody pants off of me"

Bellatrix chuckled and smiled warmly.

"well yeah love, how could I not? I can't be a complete hollow shell of a person, besides, what does a witch like me need other than money and respect?"

"Love."

"I was going to say a bitch to love my dear" she winked at her and walked out the room. Dora sat down at the table, a smile still lingering on her face.

"I like being the bitch for once" she thought.

"Helenass Melonus" Bellatrix tapped the wall once again and the spiral stairs to the attic wardrobe instantly grew. Once up there she picked out her old black V necked dress and quickly threw it on. Returning to the hall she knocked on the door of Draco's room, sighing slightly, before she heard a nervous "come in" from Draco.

He was sitting on the bed awaiting her presence anxiously, but instead of entering she went back into the kitchen.

"I think you'd better get back in the bedroom…" she said briefly to Dora, who wasn't sure what she was expecting to happen. She quickly slid into the bedroom and Bellatrix shut the door quietly before opening the other bedroom door to face Draco.

"Good morning starshine" she smirked and tilted her head as to say 'come with me'. He followed her into the kitchen, Bellatrix sat on one of the chairs very nonchalant, sitting sideways facing the house elf standing next to the oven.

"Jobby, make some hearty breakfast for Draco here he must be starving" she turned her head to Draco and smirked at him, refusing to lose eye contact.

"you like eggs Draco?"

"I guess.."

"Good. You like bacon?"

"er… yeah"

"Good, Jobby make sure there is bacon and eggs with that. Chop chop."

Draco gave a slightly awkward smile and took his chances at making conversation, he hadn't knew his aunt for long, since she'd spent her time during most of his life in Azkaban.

"Umn, aunt Bella… when do we start my lessons?"

"Today of course!"

"okay, do you think I'm ready?"

"do you think you're ready boy? It's a strain… mentally of course. But I don't think that matters, you have to learn or you will be of no use to the Dark Lord!" jubilantly, she grinned and stared into space, even with her current situation, she hadn't completely forgotten about the Dark Lord.

"Stay in the kitchen boy, I have to see to something…"

She strode out the kitchen and back into the bedroom, to an eager Dora sitting on the bed.

"I've been waiting…" she said quietly.

Sorry its taken so long to update my lovelies, but I assure you that there's definitely more to come in the next week! Sex scenes galore I promise! muahaha

Love, Miss Spark xoxo