This story is based on characters and situations created and owned by JK Rowling, various publishers including but not limited to Bloomsbury Books, Scholastic Books and Raincoast Books, and Warner Bros., Inc. No money is being made and no copyright or trademark infringement is intended.
Word Count: 2084
Title: The Imposter
Note: Succubus AU! Bellatrix became a succubus by making a deal with the devil to escape Azkaban. This is a stand-alone chapter to my series. Also she sees hallucinations of herself at various ages.
Warnings: blasphemy, violence, allusions to rape, murder, non con in form of shapeshifting, violence.
Beta: lun 27
International Wizarding School Competition:
[School]:
[Prompts]: Main: [Song] 'Funhouse' - P!nk
Additional:
[Genre] Mystery
[First line/last line] "No one looks back on their life and remembers the nights they had plenty of sleep."
[Theme]: - Assassination. The whole point of the Gunpowder Plot was to remove a leader from power. Your theme is: Assassination
Hogwarts
Assignment 8: Extinct Languages: Not Quite Ancient History: Task #1. Latin - Task: Write about something or someone being well known.
Yearly:
Prompt 953 [Creature] Succubus
Word 68 [Word] Urge
"Bellatrix Lestrange has managed to escape from Azkaban again, all that was found in her cell was some burn marks," Rita's voice announced over the radio in the small wood cabin. "It seems like the woman burst into flames, like a Phoenix. We do hope that she doesn't arise from the ashes…"
Bellatrix laughed to herself; she had decided to take a bit of a holiday for herself and lay low, although she knew she would never get caught again.
She thought over her memories of when she made a deal with the devil to become one of his children, a succubus. She thought of how she had lost so much of herself before the devil offered her the deal to get out. She had started seeing herself as hallucinations at three different ages of her life before that. Even now, they still plagued her.
She always believed Voldemort was the most powerful being there was. She knew better now, true strength was something no mortal had, and now she was no mortal anymore.
"It is a mystery what happened," Minister Hermione said, and Bellatrix shuddered as she heard that Mudblood had become Minister for Magic. "Although we removed the Dementors to make Azkaban more humane, the guards are still top notch and I am sure they were all doing their best," Hermione's voice continued.
Bellatrix decided to make herself a cup of hot chocolate while sitting in the corner of the room. She also lit the fire in the hearth, even demons felt the cold. Suddenly, she heard a noise outside and went to open the door to have a look. It didn't sound like animals, then she found a woman in a torn dress that looked like she had been attacked.
"Come in, I won't hurt you," Bellatrix said, surprising herself. The woman looked at her with a puzzled expression, then seemed to accept her words because she walked into the small cabin. The radio had turned to music, and she switched it off, suspecting the woman was a Muggle.
"Thank God I found you," the woman exclaimed. "I thought I would die out there."
"If you believe that God makes miracles, you have to wonder if Satan has a few up his sleeve," Bellatrix replied, and the women looked at her curiously.
"What are you? Are you a ghost?" the woman asked, suddenly scared. Bellatrix decided to use some of her new skills to change her appearance to something more menacing.
"First up, not a ghost. Ghosts are losers that got murdered. I'm a demon," she replied, advancing on the woman like she was her prey, she had never had a problem with killing before, and it just became easier each time.
"Secondly, it's all inside your head," Bellatrix added with a vicious grin. Then she attacked suddenly. Before the woman could let out a scream, she was lying dead on the floor, neck snapped like a twig.
"What a mess," Bellatrix said as she watched the blood staining the carpet.
"Yeah, you should have killed her outside," her manifestation said, suddenly appearing in front of her.
"Oh really? You would have done better?" she asked her delusion.
"Totally," she said. "But now that you killed her, let's burn her out back," the eldest said. The manifestation kicked at the body in disgust. "So messy."
"Ewwww," the youngest said, as if popping up on cue.
"Bella, we need to get rid of the body," the real demon replied to the youngest, at this stage the hallucinations had become so real to her, she couldn't tell if they were there or not.
She dragged the body outside, and with a flick of her hand she lit up a large fire. Then she tossed the dead woman onto the fire like she was an extra log and watched her burning.
Killing had always given Bellatrix pleasure, and as this feeling was intensified after becoming a demon, she was practically insatiable. In between seducing men for their souls and murdering innocent women, she had her work cut out for her. The urge to kill was fueled by her new nature.
Bellatrix arrived back in town, and nobody recognised her new form. She kept seeing posters with her face everywhere. Knowing she could walk freely among there made her feel even more powerful. All the people's faces went through her mind with each new assassination, and she felt herself walking even taller.
She walked into The Three Broomsticks and sat down at the bar. Scanning the room, she ordered a drink.
"Firewhiskey, neat," she said to the barman without looking at him.
"Of course, ma'am," he said politely. He wasn't bad looking or anything, but as soon as she noticed Neville Longbottom sitting at a table with a slender woman she had a brilliant idea.
"Do you know the woman with the Longbottom boy?" she asked, turning her chair to the bar.
"Longbottom boy? He seems to be about your age," the barman replied.
"Aren't you kind," she grinned. "But the woman?"
"Oh yes, that's his girlfriend, Hannah Abott," he said. "Lovely couple."
"Indeed," Bellatrix replied, tapping her long black manicured nails on the countertop. "Lovely."
She watched Hannah walking into the bathroom, following close behind. As soon as she was inside the bathroom, Bellatrix overpowered her from behind, conjuring ropes out of thin air. Hannah was kicking and biting and trying to scream but Bellatrix's grip held firm.
Bellatrix heard the voice of one of her alter egos saying that if she killed the girl, she couldn't use her form anymore, she would be found. Bellatrix changed tactics, knocking out Hannah but leaving her unconscious in the bathroom.
She wanted Neville — she wanted his soul more than anything, it called to her. His soul was one of the purest she had seen thus far. Probably due to the prissy girlfriend refusing to put out. 'Not for long,' she thought to herself as she dumped the girl in a bathroom and locked her in.
She knew with a soul as pure as his, merely a kiss would take off years from him. Lezabel had taught her all about pure souls. Lezabel had become her mentor she got when she became a demon. She was one to teach her and help her during her missions. Lezabel called herself Lesley when she was in human form.
She watched her form change in the mirror until she was the exact copy of Hannah Abott. She chuckled to herself in the oddly girlish voice and walked out of the bathroom to the table Neville was sitting at.
She saw Neville smiling back at her, and she could feel the pureness of his soul drawing her in like a magnet. She wouldn't be able to keep this up for long, she needed to get him alone. She was getting the full set of Longbottoms after all. She grinned back at Neville.
"So, Neville, shall we get out of here?" Bellatrix asked him. She was in awe that she didn't even need to know Hannah's voice to mimic it. Her powers were so much better than Polyjuice.
"Sure, love," Neville said, standing up and handing her a bag. She assumed it must belong to Hannah so she took it. The two of them got into the alley behind The Three Broomsticks before she managed to mesmerize him.
Neville suddenly had the woman he believed was his girlfriend pinned against the wall, and he leaned in to kiss her. Bella could feel the lust pouring off him and felt his body react to her presence. They didn't even kiss for five minutes before Neville pulled away panting.
"I'm- I'm sorry, Hannah," he stuttered. Bellatrix was too busy enjoying the feeling of her feeding to care about what they considered inappropriate.
"Don't apologize, that was great," she said with a grin. She went home with Neville, making sure he was passed out before she went back to The Three Broomsticks, it was locked and Hannah was shouting. Nobody had found her all day.
Bellatrix laughed, walking into the ladies room. She opened the door to Hannah attempting to hex her. "Petrificus…" she started. Bellatrix just raised her hand, and the wand went flying.
Hannah glared at her in disgust, and it wasn't because she recognized her as Bellatrix Lestrange, only the woman who locked her in the bathroom all day.
Bellatrix managed to make her pass out again, and before she could wake up, they were at Neville's place. For fun, she decided to undress both of them, and put them together under the covers, laughing softly at the chaos it would cause the little virgin's brains. She sure adored a good sense of chaos.
When Hannah awoke, her head hurt, although she never drank. When she spotted herself in bed with Neville, she knew something was wrong. Neither of them had even talked about taking that step, and he knew she wanted to wait.
"Neville, what happened?" she asked, sitting up but making sure she had a blanket pulled up above her bare chest.
"Oh Merlin, no, we didn't, did we?" Neville said blushing furiously.
"No, but something strange is going on, I had the strangest dream that someone kidnapped me…" Hannah admitted, almost forgetting the blanket was the only thing keeping her modesty.
It wasn't long before Hannah started noticing something strange was going on. She kept having arguments with Neville about not remembering them going out, or even the night they kissed in the alley.
She decided to do a simple memory charm, to see if something was preventing her from remembering them. She sighed as she put the silver memory into the pensive, all she could remember was up until she walked into the bathroom.
"Neville, come here, please," she called. He had been in the kitchen. When he didn't respond, she went to check and upon finding the kitchen empty, she started walking upstairs.
Bellatrix had gotten sloppy. She had wanted feedings more and more often, and she couldn't stay away until she sucked Neville dry. This would be the last feeding before she killed him. She couldn't wait to kill him, she was so eager.
He was on top of her, kissing her like his life depended on it when Bella heard the stair creak. She had to hurry, to make sure she murdered the boy and finished off the entire Longbottom line.
"Oh no, wait," she said, pulling away suddenly and knocking him off the bed in her haste to get away from Neville.
The door swung open, and Bellatrix saw Hannah there looking at her with a horrified expression. She supposed it was odd looking at your exact double that was making out with your boyfriend.
"Who are you?" they both said at the same time.
"I'm Hannah," both replied at the same time.
Now Neville looked at them both, and Bellatrix could feel her spell over him wearing off. He no longer believed she was Hannah. One more feeding would have drained his body and soul, and now she would never get him.
"Imposter!" Hannah cried, trying to hex her but she disappeared before another syllable left her mouth.
Bellatrix was back in her cabin, pacing back and forth. All three of her body hallucinations were looking at her.
"Oh come on, it's just a boy," the middle one said. It had been before she had the pleasure of torturing Neville's parents.
"I wanted the whole set," she complained.
"They aren't nesting dolls, Bellatrix," the youngest one said in a whiny voice.
"You know what? That's it. I'm gonna seduce the wife of the King of Sweden," Bellatrix muttered in annoyance.
"Why?" the three of them asked as one echo.
"Then I can have untold riches," she said, throwing up her hands dramatically.
The oldest laughed. "You would never be able to settle down with one mortal, not even a rich one, not like we need the money."
"Very true," she said while turning on the radio to her a very long list of strange occurrences that nobody had any explanation for. They laughed to themselves as they listened to an incident after incident that Bellatrix had managed to orchestrate.
"Not too bad for a month's work," she heard and turned to see Lezabel in her small cabin. "Not bad at all, Bella."
Bellatrix grinned and replied: "No one looks back on their life and remembers the nights they had plenty of sleep."
