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Word Count: 1767
Title: Bella's Weakness
Note: Succubus!Bellatrix, this is a standalone chapter to Deal With The Devil, basically Lucifer offers to save her to become a succubus, and during her time in Azkaban she began seeing visions of herself at different ages. Information added from Wiki (for the book part)
Warnings: violence
Beta: DaughteroftheOneTrueKing, MissHourigan
Quidditch League:
[Team]: Pride Of Portree
[Position] Captain
[Theme]: The Hero- Goal: change the world OR Fear: weakness
[Prompts]: Weakness
[Procrastination Thread]: [setting] Azkaban
Hogwarts
Assignment 7: Ghost Hunting: Facts About Ghosts: Task #3 - A ghost is a ghost and DEMONS are rare: Write a demon!AU
Bellatrix was surprised when her new boss, Lucifer, decided for her to spread some chaos the old fashioned way, by breaking some convicts out of Azkaban. But who was she to argue with her boss? He did save her from being stuck in a cell for the rest of her life.
She thought back to when it all changed as she walked towards the prison that used to hold her within its walls. The Dementors had been removed since the reign of Minister Granger, as she believed wizards to be more humane than beings. The thought made Bellatrix want to laugh, but she contained herself.
Of course they would all know it was her, nobody else had the power to do what she was about to do. She easily overpowered the first guard, knocking him out and pulling him into a dark corner of the corridor. She saw her empty cell, and a sudden feeling of hopelessness rushed over her. She could see the marks where she had dug with a spoon, marking the days of her imprisonment. She had a fleeting reminder of the one day she decided to attack a guard, and how her food had been rationed even more. She found the leader of the guard, and before he could say a word, her mouth was on his, sucking the essence from him, leaving him faint. She picked him up easily, and for extra measure, she decided to lock him into her own cell, chuckling gleefully.
"Who is there?" one of the prisoners asked.
"Bellatrix Lestrange," she said. "Remember this name, boys." With her last words she swung her arms in flourish, and all the cells opened at the same time. Nobody paused to thank her, but they all scattered, Apparating away as soon as they could, leaving her alone in the abandoned prison of Azkaban.
"Now, off to go hide, like Lucifer wanted," she muttered in frustration. She saw no real need to hide, since nobody would ever catch her. What weakness does a demon have? None, of course.
When Hermione Granger caught wind of the break in at Azkaban, she decided to call in Harry and Ron immediately. Even if they hadn't been her best friends, they had experienced the Dark Arts, and surely this was another case of that.
"Harry, Ron," she greeted. "Thank you for coming."
"It sounded urgent," Harry said, sitting down on a chair in front of Hermione's large desk as she nodded seriously.
"There was a break-in at Azkaban," she blurted, wanting to get the information out there quickly..
"That can't be," Harry muttered, nervousness tinging his tone. "We…"
Hermione's face looked grave. "I know," she said. "I thought we had prevented any way of escape."
"Do we have any clues?" Ron interjected.
"Well, the leader of the guard was found in Bellatrix's old cell," she said with a shiver. She couldn't hide the fear of the woman from her best friends, although she did her best to remain composed. Harry noticed her eyes flicker to her arm where the word "Mudblood" was still engraved in her flesh. It was a daily reminder of the torture she suffered at Bellatrix's hand. This was probably worse now that Bellatrix had escaped. Harry didn't know how Hermione managed to keep it together as much as she did.
"Let's find some of those prisoners then, shall we?" Harry asked. His question was directed at Ron, but his eyes still watched Hermione. He was worried about her, enough to not care that once again, the potential fate of the world was on their shoulders.
Hermione nodded quietly, and the Aurors took that as a dismissal.
With Bellatrix being stuck in hell for a while, she was rather bored. Her hallucinations of her various ages had returned with a force. The youngest one kept sticking out her tongue at Bellatrix when she was in company, and made rude remarks about Lezabel's fashion sense. Lezabel was a good mentor in terms of teaching Bellatrix the ropes of being a succubus, but Bellatrix had a feeling she wouldn't enjoy the remarks of a six year old calling her a tart, even if it was just an hallucination. On occasion, it would seem like Lucifer was able to see them. He never commented directly on it, or anything they said, even if he sometimes seemed to glance right at them.
"Bellatrix," Lucifer said a couple of days after she had begun wondering if she could convince the boss to let her out for a while.
"Yes, sir?" she asked.
"It seems you don't think this is for your own good," he said critically.
"I just don't see what any of them could possibly do to me," she said confidently. "After all, we are basically immortal."
"Bellatrix, everyone has a weakness," Lucifer said. This surprised her. A weakness? No, she was a demon, demons were supposed to be stronger than anything in the known mortal world.
"Forgive me, Master," she spoke slowly.
He laughed cruelly. "I should let you go out there and figure it out for yourself," he said. "But, since Lezabel told me you are doing so well, and I have seen some of your work first hand, I will tell you. I really don't feel like finding a replacement so soon."
She bowed low, not saying a word, before raising and waiting to hear what could be used against her.
"So, Bellatrix, my dear, your weakness is also your power— lust." At Lucifer's words she must have made a puzzled expression, because Lucifer started to explain. "You know of those beings called Veela, who use lust to get wizards attention?" She nodded.
"Now, of course your power is much more concentrated, but if anyone became aware of what you are, they could use a trap created by either a Potion of Veela essence, or some kind of potion like Amortentia."
Her face went pale. "Thank you for your wisdom," she replied, and with another small bow she exited his room.
It had taken Ron and Harry ages to track down one of the escaped prisoners, some of them were notorious murderers, after all. They found a man hiding away in Knockturn Alley, but it could hardly be considered hiding. He didn't try to cover his tracks, he simply checked into a hotel, under his own name, and wasn't too bothered when the wizards insisted they wanted to talk to him.
"Archibald Crane?" Harry asked, holding up his Auror badge. It wasn't really needed often, but Harry liked to pretend that his fame was fading over the years.
"Auror Potter, what a surprise," Archibald Crane spoke with a grin that showed his yellow teeth. Ron looked at Harry as if to ask if this man was being serious, as he made no move to hide himself. He had simply waited for the Aurors to find him.
Harry cleared his throat with a cough, and the man let them in so Harry could ask him some questions.
"So, Mr Crane? Would you please tell us who broke you out?" Harry asked.
"It was Bellatrix Lestrange," he said pausing for a second before adding. "Well, that's what she said, but she had a different glow about her, something not quite human."
"How do you mean?" Ron interjected.
"It was like the air around us was charged with emotion, and not anger. It was filled with lust," Mr Crane explained.
"A love spell?" Harry asked, and Mr Crane shook his head.
"No, it was something different, like she was a demon or something," Mr Crane shuddered.
"A demon of lust?" Harry repeated, with a mild blank expression on his face.
"You don't have to believe me," the man shrugged.
After they spoke to the man for a while, knowing he was fully convinced he had been face-to-face with a demon, they went to Hermione with the information.
As Harry repeated what Mr Crane had said, Hermione's face sank, and she turned to the bookshelf behind her, pulling down a book on demons, and slamming it down rather hard on the table.
"Bellatrix Lestrange, a succubus?" she asked, shaken.
"That's a real thing?" Ron asked her in reply.
"For goodness sakes, Ron! Of course, they are real."
"Well, that complicates things slightly, doesn't it?" Harry added with a hollow laugh, "What are we going to do about it?"
She opened the large book at the index, running her finger down the page until she found the entry she was looking for, flipping to the right page, she started to read without emotion.
A succubus is a demon in female form, or supernatural entity in folklore, that appears in dreams and takes the form of a woman to seduce men, usually through sexual activity. The male counterpart to the succubus is the incubus. The weakness of succubi lies in the fact they act on emotion. ... The higher level succubi are also known to possess the power to instantly drain the souls of nearby persons. Except for the range and the lack of direct contact, the feeding method is the same. They also have the power to sense any other demons near them.
"I thought Mr Crane had lost his gobstones," Ron said after Hermione finished reading.
"No, Ron, they are very real and very dangerous," she shuddered again, and Harry took her hand to comfort her.
"Does it say how she became one?" Harry asked, although from the look on Hermione's face he wished he didn't have to.
"I don't see anything here, but from what I have read before, it seems that an arrangement is made with another demon or even Lucifer, and they sign a contract that causes them to be slaves," she added.
"So, like the Dark Mark?" Ron asked. Hermione just looked at him, her expression spoke volumes.
"So, her weakness lies in that they act on emotion," Harry repeated blankly. "Any idea of how we use that?"
Hermione shook her head. "We will need to think about that, but first, we need to worry about how to find her."
"What about a love potion?" Ron said, and his friends looked at one another in absolute astonishment. "You know like the time Romilda used one on me."
"Well, mate, that seems like a good idea," Harry said. Hermione had to restrain a small giggle, but managed to compose herself before Ron's eyes went to her.
"Yes, that seems like a good idea, Ron, good thinking," she said, and she shared another look with Harry that clearly said. "He actually came up with that by himself?"
