Warining: Bellatrix gets dirty in this one (an affair). It isn't much, but
there is a hinted sex scene in here.
~for the honest
~Edgar Bones~
Maybe it was just him, but Edgar knew when someone was lying. It was what made him such a valuable asset to the Order Of The Phoenix. Edgar knew when a suspect was lying almost instantly. Edgar liked his sixth sense, but there was a side effect. Edgar always felt as if everyone could tell whether he was lying or not, so he stayed honest till the end, never lying.
....
A sharp rap on the back of Edgar's head had him out in two seconds.
Knott grinned with crooked teeth. Sometimes, the muggle side of him had the most sense.
He conjured up some ropes and they wound themselves like tawny serpents around the unconscious man.
With some effort, Knott recalled his instructions from Bellatrix: "Use no magic and bring him here as quickly as possible so we can interrogate him. Or else."
Knott knew the consequences. He would rather die (which was saying a lot since he wanted to become immortal, which is the main function of the Death Eaters) than face the impassible anger of The Black Rose {Bellatrix}.
Grunting, Knott lifted the somewhat obese Edgar up and Disapparated out of the dim, dank, and dark alley way.
"Greetings," said Dolohov nastily, as Knott stumbled into their underground meeting place. It was, in fact, the very same place where Benjy Fenwick had been ripped apart by the greedy souls of death-the Death Eaters. Recently, not many changes had taken place in Ude, as the Death Eaters called it. Only a few potions stacked in the corner and musty recliners (courtesy of Hogsmeade Dump) added any sense of inhabitance.
"Shut up," grunted Goyle from the couch. His fat face showed great dislike for Dolohov. He stuffed a cracker greedily in his mouth and chewed loudly between noisy breathing.
Dolohov shook his head in disgust and turned to Knott. "Bella will be pleased," he said tonelessly. He slumped back down onto one of the red couches, faded of its prior glory. A poof of dust went up.
"Just throw him in the corner; Bella should be here any minute," Dolohov said.
Knott followed orders, dropping Edgar rudely upon the cement floor. The Death Eater sat down with a sigh on the couch next to Goyle.
"We need more bloody light down here," complained Goyle.
"Then do an effing Lumos," snapped Crabbe irritably, from on the floor.
Goyle promptly kicked his accomplice in the back.
"Ow, get your bloody feet off me!"
Goyle grunted satisfactorily, still spread on the couch.
Dolohov irritably snapped out of his day dream. "Will you idiots shut up? Don't want to go waking him and spoiling the fun for Bella," he said, with a jerk of his head to the prostrate Edgar.
"No, I suppose you wouldn't," sneered Bellatrix, as she Apparated into the cellar, her black robes perfectly straight and her long hair curling around her hips and waist.
Instantly, all the Death Eaters jumped up and offered Bellatrix their services.
"Why don't you sit down?"
"Shall I take your cloak?"
"Let's go to the back room and have some fun."
This last comment came from Goyle, who was answered with a sharp slap.
"Watch who you talk to!" warned Bellatrix, eye flashing.
While everyone went over to Edgar, Goyle was left grouchily rubbing his cheek, wondering why life was so unfair.
"So this is Edgar.." trailed of Bellatrix. She eyed him contemptuously and gave him a kick.
Edgar Bones was a bit overweight and had buzz-cut brown hair. He had the famous Bones' eyes- one eye green and one eye blue, giving him a mistrustful look. But his friends knew otherwise.
When Edgar came back to earth, he was pressed with his cheek roughly against the cement. Ropes bound him unmercilessly and Edgar had no doubt on where he was- a hideout for Death Eaters, what else?
"Get up, you fool," snarled Bellatrix her wand out. The rest of the member of her demonic group backed up. A pock-marked man grinned at Edgar. HE was Antonin Dolohov; the person whom Edgar remembered was partially responsible for organizing the death of his friends, the Longbottom's. Edgar seethed with anger at the thought of being helpless. Even worse was the realization that his friends had been tortured by the very same dark-skinned hands of Bellatrix Lestrange
Edgar stayed down.
"I said 'Get Up!'" SHE commanded, waving her wand menacingly.
"Well, how do you suppose I can get up if I'm tied up?" questioned Edgar coolly. Let her have a taste of her own stupidity. Cool and confident was the way Order members were taught to respond.
Goyle gave an exasperated sigh. "Is he going to give us lip throughout-"
"Shut up," muttered Dolohov, poking the burly man.
Bellatrix ignored her posse and levitated Edgar to her level.
One look into those mad eyes told Edgar he was going to die. A deep felling of doom settled over him. But then a voice inside his head told him to be honest-no matter what. "I will do just that," Edgar told himself.
"So," leered Bellatrix, "I think we'll have a question game today."
"Uh-Uh," said Edgar in reply.
The look on the Death Eaters' faces was priceless-but got Edgar a Crucio.
"I hope that taught you some manners!" exclaimed Bellatrix when Edgar finished twitching on the ground.
Edgar stared up at her through the sweaty fringe of hair that was plastered across his eyes. He thought of what his friend, Kimberly Shacklebolt (sister of Kingsley) would say. The very American so-called ghetto woman would have replied jauntily, "You look a fool."
"You look a fool," said Edgar daringly.
Goyle sniggered helplessly. He was elbowed in the stomach by Crabbe, who sent him tumbling over the back of the sofa and onto the hard floor with a crash.
Bellatrix glared at them; they cowered. Goyle angrily picked himself of the floor, swearing under his breath.
"Mr. Bones," mocked Dolohov, "Where is the present location of the Order Of The Phoenix?"
Struggling against his bonds, Edgar said hoarsely, "I don't know what you are talking about."
Bellatrix laughed shrilly, sending shivers down everyone's back.
"Oh yes you do!" she sneered, her eyes dancing madly. "And if you don't answer"- she made a menacing motion to her grinning buddies-"you'll get hurt. Tell me, Edgar Bones, who is in the Order?"
Edgar fell silent.
"Crucio!"
Edgar twitched in agony, his very eyeballs painful. Bellatrix cackled and released the spell.
"Who is in the Order?" she asked impatiently again.
Edgar was honest, but he had the right to remain silent.
"I'm not telling," he replied bluntly, his eyes smarting.
Another cackle issued forth from Bellatrix's throat as Edgar was tortured, this time longer.
"I think this shall take a very long time," she said gleefully. "I think we need a break. Goyle, secure him again. We'll finish later."
Bellatrix stopped for a reason. This was the last easily-caught member of the Order. She was worried. No Veritaserum was in the underground lair, so she would have to make do. Besides, Edgar might be able to resist it.
Bellatrix tore at her hair, quite literally. She needed Rudolphus.
She Disapparated and appeared in Borgin & Burkes, a pawn shop. She could buy Veritaserum there.
When Mr. Borgin sighted the infamous Death Eaters, he passed out. Bellatrix smiled. Just her presence scared people. Just in case, she Stunned Borgin and made sure he could not wake up for a long time.
The dingy shop echoed Borgin's oily presence. Gloomy severed heads and shriveled hands decorated the eerie shop. Intrested, Bellatrix moved toward the back room to see what else lay there. This would be a good raid spot...
"Bella. What a pleasant surprise."
Bellatrix's heart jumped and she whirled around.
"Rabastan!" she cried, her face flushing.
Her husband's handsome older brother (the same age as Bellatrix) grinned at her. (A/N: Don't get me wrong; Rab is as cruel as the rest. He and Bella were having an affair, lol, because Rudolphus is so lame. You could call Bell 'n Rab nymphomaniacs :D )
"What brings you here?" asked Rab, eyeing her cleveage. (A/n: DIRRTY DEATH EATER!)
"I needed Veritaserum," purred Bellatrix, entwining her hands around Rab's neck. He picked up and kissed her strongly on the neck.
Bellatrix smiled to herself. 'While those idiots are in hiding, I'm here having the time of my life.'
Bellatrix groaned and fell to the floor, Rab still feverishly reaching inside her dress.
"What time to you have to be back?" he asked, starting to slide on top of her.
"Anytime," Bellatrix groaned, as he pushed her breasts hard. She saw a blur before her eyes and he opened her robes and revealed the short mini dress inside.
"Lets keep us busy," he breathed, ripping the dress down the middle with a loud sound.
Bellatrix grinned and moved her hot body closer to his, feeling his excitement as he began to massage her large chest. He groaned and went further...
"Cheer me up."
Back at the underground, while Bellatrix was having sex with her brother-in- law, Dolohov was impatient.
"Where is she?" he groaned. There was nothing worse than sitting down in a lair all da doing nothing.
"Probably out to get some Veritaserum," remarked Crabbe.
When Bellatrix returned two long hours later, she was beyond shocked to see the entire room smoking. In front of her, lay Edgar Bones' dead body.
Bella was angry. Did those worthless Death Eaters even question him?
Kicking his corpse, Bellatrix made her way to the back of the room. The Death Eaters were piled in a heap there, all unconscious.
Bellatrix looked around for a robe. Only her ripped mini dress was on, and even if it was mended, those fools would only gawk at her fantasy body.
"Enervate," she commanded.
The Death Eaters woke to a large headache, and Bellatrix screaming in their ears.
"WHAT HAPPENED? WHERE IS HE?" she screeched, hair flopping over he fac accidentally.
"Well," said Goyle stupidly, "He was very honest, Lady. Bones said you were a stupid git."
~for the honest
~Edgar Bones~
Maybe it was just him, but Edgar knew when someone was lying. It was what made him such a valuable asset to the Order Of The Phoenix. Edgar knew when a suspect was lying almost instantly. Edgar liked his sixth sense, but there was a side effect. Edgar always felt as if everyone could tell whether he was lying or not, so he stayed honest till the end, never lying.
....
A sharp rap on the back of Edgar's head had him out in two seconds.
Knott grinned with crooked teeth. Sometimes, the muggle side of him had the most sense.
He conjured up some ropes and they wound themselves like tawny serpents around the unconscious man.
With some effort, Knott recalled his instructions from Bellatrix: "Use no magic and bring him here as quickly as possible so we can interrogate him. Or else."
Knott knew the consequences. He would rather die (which was saying a lot since he wanted to become immortal, which is the main function of the Death Eaters) than face the impassible anger of The Black Rose {Bellatrix}.
Grunting, Knott lifted the somewhat obese Edgar up and Disapparated out of the dim, dank, and dark alley way.
"Greetings," said Dolohov nastily, as Knott stumbled into their underground meeting place. It was, in fact, the very same place where Benjy Fenwick had been ripped apart by the greedy souls of death-the Death Eaters. Recently, not many changes had taken place in Ude, as the Death Eaters called it. Only a few potions stacked in the corner and musty recliners (courtesy of Hogsmeade Dump) added any sense of inhabitance.
"Shut up," grunted Goyle from the couch. His fat face showed great dislike for Dolohov. He stuffed a cracker greedily in his mouth and chewed loudly between noisy breathing.
Dolohov shook his head in disgust and turned to Knott. "Bella will be pleased," he said tonelessly. He slumped back down onto one of the red couches, faded of its prior glory. A poof of dust went up.
"Just throw him in the corner; Bella should be here any minute," Dolohov said.
Knott followed orders, dropping Edgar rudely upon the cement floor. The Death Eater sat down with a sigh on the couch next to Goyle.
"We need more bloody light down here," complained Goyle.
"Then do an effing Lumos," snapped Crabbe irritably, from on the floor.
Goyle promptly kicked his accomplice in the back.
"Ow, get your bloody feet off me!"
Goyle grunted satisfactorily, still spread on the couch.
Dolohov irritably snapped out of his day dream. "Will you idiots shut up? Don't want to go waking him and spoiling the fun for Bella," he said, with a jerk of his head to the prostrate Edgar.
"No, I suppose you wouldn't," sneered Bellatrix, as she Apparated into the cellar, her black robes perfectly straight and her long hair curling around her hips and waist.
Instantly, all the Death Eaters jumped up and offered Bellatrix their services.
"Why don't you sit down?"
"Shall I take your cloak?"
"Let's go to the back room and have some fun."
This last comment came from Goyle, who was answered with a sharp slap.
"Watch who you talk to!" warned Bellatrix, eye flashing.
While everyone went over to Edgar, Goyle was left grouchily rubbing his cheek, wondering why life was so unfair.
"So this is Edgar.." trailed of Bellatrix. She eyed him contemptuously and gave him a kick.
Edgar Bones was a bit overweight and had buzz-cut brown hair. He had the famous Bones' eyes- one eye green and one eye blue, giving him a mistrustful look. But his friends knew otherwise.
When Edgar came back to earth, he was pressed with his cheek roughly against the cement. Ropes bound him unmercilessly and Edgar had no doubt on where he was- a hideout for Death Eaters, what else?
"Get up, you fool," snarled Bellatrix her wand out. The rest of the member of her demonic group backed up. A pock-marked man grinned at Edgar. HE was Antonin Dolohov; the person whom Edgar remembered was partially responsible for organizing the death of his friends, the Longbottom's. Edgar seethed with anger at the thought of being helpless. Even worse was the realization that his friends had been tortured by the very same dark-skinned hands of Bellatrix Lestrange
Edgar stayed down.
"I said 'Get Up!'" SHE commanded, waving her wand menacingly.
"Well, how do you suppose I can get up if I'm tied up?" questioned Edgar coolly. Let her have a taste of her own stupidity. Cool and confident was the way Order members were taught to respond.
Goyle gave an exasperated sigh. "Is he going to give us lip throughout-"
"Shut up," muttered Dolohov, poking the burly man.
Bellatrix ignored her posse and levitated Edgar to her level.
One look into those mad eyes told Edgar he was going to die. A deep felling of doom settled over him. But then a voice inside his head told him to be honest-no matter what. "I will do just that," Edgar told himself.
"So," leered Bellatrix, "I think we'll have a question game today."
"Uh-Uh," said Edgar in reply.
The look on the Death Eaters' faces was priceless-but got Edgar a Crucio.
"I hope that taught you some manners!" exclaimed Bellatrix when Edgar finished twitching on the ground.
Edgar stared up at her through the sweaty fringe of hair that was plastered across his eyes. He thought of what his friend, Kimberly Shacklebolt (sister of Kingsley) would say. The very American so-called ghetto woman would have replied jauntily, "You look a fool."
"You look a fool," said Edgar daringly.
Goyle sniggered helplessly. He was elbowed in the stomach by Crabbe, who sent him tumbling over the back of the sofa and onto the hard floor with a crash.
Bellatrix glared at them; they cowered. Goyle angrily picked himself of the floor, swearing under his breath.
"Mr. Bones," mocked Dolohov, "Where is the present location of the Order Of The Phoenix?"
Struggling against his bonds, Edgar said hoarsely, "I don't know what you are talking about."
Bellatrix laughed shrilly, sending shivers down everyone's back.
"Oh yes you do!" she sneered, her eyes dancing madly. "And if you don't answer"- she made a menacing motion to her grinning buddies-"you'll get hurt. Tell me, Edgar Bones, who is in the Order?"
Edgar fell silent.
"Crucio!"
Edgar twitched in agony, his very eyeballs painful. Bellatrix cackled and released the spell.
"Who is in the Order?" she asked impatiently again.
Edgar was honest, but he had the right to remain silent.
"I'm not telling," he replied bluntly, his eyes smarting.
Another cackle issued forth from Bellatrix's throat as Edgar was tortured, this time longer.
"I think this shall take a very long time," she said gleefully. "I think we need a break. Goyle, secure him again. We'll finish later."
Bellatrix stopped for a reason. This was the last easily-caught member of the Order. She was worried. No Veritaserum was in the underground lair, so she would have to make do. Besides, Edgar might be able to resist it.
Bellatrix tore at her hair, quite literally. She needed Rudolphus.
She Disapparated and appeared in Borgin & Burkes, a pawn shop. She could buy Veritaserum there.
When Mr. Borgin sighted the infamous Death Eaters, he passed out. Bellatrix smiled. Just her presence scared people. Just in case, she Stunned Borgin and made sure he could not wake up for a long time.
The dingy shop echoed Borgin's oily presence. Gloomy severed heads and shriveled hands decorated the eerie shop. Intrested, Bellatrix moved toward the back room to see what else lay there. This would be a good raid spot...
"Bella. What a pleasant surprise."
Bellatrix's heart jumped and she whirled around.
"Rabastan!" she cried, her face flushing.
Her husband's handsome older brother (the same age as Bellatrix) grinned at her. (A/N: Don't get me wrong; Rab is as cruel as the rest. He and Bella were having an affair, lol, because Rudolphus is so lame. You could call Bell 'n Rab nymphomaniacs :D )
"What brings you here?" asked Rab, eyeing her cleveage. (A/n: DIRRTY DEATH EATER!)
"I needed Veritaserum," purred Bellatrix, entwining her hands around Rab's neck. He picked up and kissed her strongly on the neck.
Bellatrix smiled to herself. 'While those idiots are in hiding, I'm here having the time of my life.'
Bellatrix groaned and fell to the floor, Rab still feverishly reaching inside her dress.
"What time to you have to be back?" he asked, starting to slide on top of her.
"Anytime," Bellatrix groaned, as he pushed her breasts hard. She saw a blur before her eyes and he opened her robes and revealed the short mini dress inside.
"Lets keep us busy," he breathed, ripping the dress down the middle with a loud sound.
Bellatrix grinned and moved her hot body closer to his, feeling his excitement as he began to massage her large chest. He groaned and went further...
"Cheer me up."
Back at the underground, while Bellatrix was having sex with her brother-in- law, Dolohov was impatient.
"Where is she?" he groaned. There was nothing worse than sitting down in a lair all da doing nothing.
"Probably out to get some Veritaserum," remarked Crabbe.
When Bellatrix returned two long hours later, she was beyond shocked to see the entire room smoking. In front of her, lay Edgar Bones' dead body.
Bella was angry. Did those worthless Death Eaters even question him?
Kicking his corpse, Bellatrix made her way to the back of the room. The Death Eaters were piled in a heap there, all unconscious.
Bellatrix looked around for a robe. Only her ripped mini dress was on, and even if it was mended, those fools would only gawk at her fantasy body.
"Enervate," she commanded.
The Death Eaters woke to a large headache, and Bellatrix screaming in their ears.
"WHAT HAPPENED? WHERE IS HE?" she screeched, hair flopping over he fac accidentally.
"Well," said Goyle stupidly, "He was very honest, Lady. Bones said you were a stupid git."
