Disclaimer: I don't own Harry Potter.
Notes: This work will be mostly about sexual themes on the darker side, such as domination and manipulation. If you don't like such themes, you shouldn't read. And lemons, lots and lots of lemons. This story will contain dark themes like killing and rituals.
(Bella's POV)
Life is full of uncertainties and surprises, like her master, the greatest wizard, getting killed by a half-blood brat. The Longbottoms had more than thirty Aurors on call waiting for an ambush on her and fellow death-eaters. If that wasn't enough, goody two shoes, Sirius killing an innocent guard by ripping his throat apart.
Then seeing him take them all out by literally blasting through the prison made her hope maybe he was a secret agent of her Lord, but that all dashed when he chucked us all in the famous Black dungeon. As much as she hated Azkaban cells with Dementors, she would have preferred it over this place. Not only did it remind her of her now destroyed family, but the magical suppression wards here made her feel like a filthy muggle.
Sirius didn't come down in the first few weeks, but what I witnessed shocked me once he did come down.
This new Sirius was different. Sure, he was always handsome, but now elegant and classy would describe him better. His body was changed, making his presence akin to a warrior. His temperament now exuded both brutality and gentleman, further complexifying him. He now marched with conviction, and his eyes always had this calculating glint whenever he looked at us, like determining our value. Then he started using all kinds of magic on my fellow inmates, ranging from memory magics, dark mind control magic, and even some I had seen the first time, like illusions. Though he did not once try them on me, heck, he didn't even pay me special attention, apart from the curious glances when he first came in. At first, I thought it was some misguided family affection but the reason shattered when he provided me was measly bread and water.
As I was thinking more and more about the new enigma my cousin was, I heard the door opening.
"Click!"
In comes Sirius!
Now my colleagues were much subdued and not even heckling the guy due to the torment and experiments he put them through. Dark magic always has been evil, but in its categories, mind magic and Imperious top of the list, as it snatches the individuality of a person, imprisoning them within their confines, making their victim's mindscapes their playground. Though as he carelessly waves his wand, creating a ward, silence descends in the dungeon.
Though I can hear his steps, he strides toward my side. He had long legs, like his father. Except, he walked with all the aristocratic elegance of our grandfather. There was fluidity, the lithe agility of a jaguar on the hunt for prey in his every movement. By the looks of his cold grey eyes, I was the prey.
A cold shudder ran through my spine, and my heart started beating when I saw a twitch in his lips and a cold yet smooth voice come out.
"Hi, cousin"
(POV ends)
(Pov Sirius)
Staring into her dark eyes, I caught the fleeting look of panic and fear. A legilimency probe saw a few errant surface thoughts though she desperately pushed the investigation out. I didn't care about her affronted look at my shameless mind-reading, she was a prisoner, and I was the warden.
Waving my hand and transfiguring literal air into a comfy black chair, I sat on it, making myself comfortable; I saw her eyes widen momentarily at the wandless magic. She didn't know I had my wand tucked into my right arm. Had she not been so desperate and hungry for the past few years, she might have been suspicious. Because as awesome as wandless magic is, it is beyond useless in a fight as it's slow and will damage your hands if you don't have enough control.
"How the mighty have fallen 'The Slytherin Queen,' 'Best Duelist of her Generation,' 'Mistress of Dark Arts,' 'The mad Black,' 'Dark Lord right-hand women,' 'Lady Lestrange.'"
A flash of anger, madness, and resentment appears on her face. She quickly cools it down and speaks cordially from her confinement, "Finally deigning to visit me, Siri!"
Ah, she is trying to play it cool. I don't see the madness I saw in her form movies or books, but I want her to lose her bearing more. Bella's memories only paint a picture of a girl who was always eager to please the person she viewed as the one who held the most power. First, it was her father, then our grandfather. Due to our family's inherent dislike for Dumbledore, she didn't give him much attention. In Slytherin, she was so talented and brutal in magic that no one could match her. Then came Tom, who made the infamous Black family bend its knee. The people she held in high authority, her father and grandfather, were subservient to the new Dark Lord. Then she transferred her worship to the new one who had the jurisdiction.
This shows how she craves the approval of influential figures she has identified. Voldemort's death was a big blow to her already crippling psyche.
Dark magic permanently destroys the minds of its user if they don't have strong minds. Bella may be strong, but she never had a strong will, as she was always looking for a strong pillar all her life. So my task is to break her image of her previous pillar and become the new immovable anchor.
I smirk at the nickname but try to irritate her more. "Hardly after what your fallen master put me my side through, the hatred for you ran deep."
Her cool visage breaks, and she snarls from her confinement
"He is not dead; he is alive and will be back!"
Ignoring her murderous look, I keep my smirk and continue.
"Dear, how long has it been, seventeen long years, but still. No sign of showing up, not to come to help his most faithful servants who didn't betray him."
Anxiously she replies
"He is alive and will be back, and he is the greatest after all. "
I hunched forward, met her eyes through the cell bars, and broke her fired holes in her reasoning.
"So he is shriveled up like a coward and licking his wounds. Wasn't he the greatest? Now his followers mainly betray him or are in jail. What is he waiting for, eh Bella."
Desperation flows through her eyes as she rattles her head
"No, NO, no no," she echoes as she slides back.
As our eye contact, I use fleeting Legilimency and send emotions of despair and loneliness into her mind. She herself was too busy now imagining her former proud unbeatable Lord hiding tucked away like bitch.
Though I mostly said half-truths, like he wasn't hiding, he was waiting for a wizard to come so he could possess them. He wasn't afraid but mostly angry.
Leaning back on the chair, I continue, "We both know the brat didn't do anything, but the ritual Lily did banish him."
Standing up and walking close to the cell, so my face comes in between a bar, I mock her in a sarcastic tone.
" I understand him too, learning seventy years of magic only to be bested at the hand of 'mudblood' who barely graduated"
"I would be hiding away too. Imagine the shame."
Chuckling and leaving a quickly paling Bellatrix
Ottery St. Catchpole
Two lanky twenty years, who appeared to be twins, were in the woods and looking for a broom between them.
"Hey, reckon George wouldn't it be better to make ronniekins try it first."
"You are right, my lesser handsome twin, but mum would have our hide."
"Woah, an intelligent assumption from the dumber twin."
"Fred"
"George"
"We both know who is the more handsome."
"We both know who is the smarter one."
They chuckled at their byplay, and Fred lifted the broom and threw it up while Geroge backed up, and Fred followed him.
The broom left the ground, and the twins stomped their feet in the background.
A mechanism triggered as if hearing the stomping, and the broom grew a bulbous penis-shaped object made of wood.
"Hahaha"
"Let's try it on, Oliver."
"Check if he feels a wood."
A baritone voice rang between them.
"I think the width should be decreased. It would increase the speed at which it comes out."
"See Fred, I told you!"
"Geroge, but what if they don't feel it"
As they were about to start the discussion between width and length, a chill ran up their spine; when they released that, there was a third unknown voice.
Whirling around, their hand came to their side for a wand, but their faces paled when they realized Molly didn't allow them to have wands in summer.
The last they saw was a red bolt of spell hitting them.
Their last thought was an inhumanly fast the assailant was. To silently cast two same spells at that speed was unheard of.
(Peter POV)
Betraying my friends seemed like a good decision, as the dark side was winning; lo and behold, losing to James's daughter threw a wrench in my future goals of living a luxurious lifestyle.
I then ran away and hid like a rat in Dumbledore's most trusted allies. This way, I got a lot of vital information and stayed safe from both my former allies and new enemies. Not that I had anything to worry about since 'Peter Pettigrew was a martyr and awarded the Order of Merlin.' Though I did get pretty disgusting to live like a rat, Molly's cooking did help. Then came the shocking news about the Azkaban Breakout. I was shocked and scared. I asked questions like, 'Did the Lord break them out, or The death eater banded together and escaped? And biggest of all, what of Sirius? Will he be killed? Of course, I knew I was panicking for nothing since my colleagues would kill him, but I still was worried because out of us all marauders Sirius was always like the mad vindictive dog, bullying people left and right. James did keep him in check, but now, after his death and my betrayal, I feel he would crack and let out his darkness. The rescuers did take him, meaning he had some use. Hopefully, he was killed after the use and did not join the Dark Lords' side just to get revenge on me.
That's why I am not keen on running from here and meeting my associates. The significant part was that they never treated me with respect or dignity. Maybe that bitch Bella would kill me.
Like always, I nibble at the leftover under the kitchen table; I hear the door opening. Sniffing the odor of Fred coming, I involuntarily squeak as I remember the horrible pranks these two subjected me to. I was planning to hide under the table when I felt like being picked up, but then I saw him and knew I had to go through a dozen pranks and experiments. I mentally cry. Then I was put in a cage, looking around. I wondered what these two cooked up. When I was in the cage, I noticed that Fred was a little quiet today; neither did he tell me about the pranks he usually does or laugh at me; this did seem strange.
When he was walking towards the woods, I had involuntary shudders going through me like my magic was warning me. I was panicking, wondering if the twins and a cruel prank they wanted to try on a rat. I decided to transform and kill them if it were a cruel prank. I didn't know mind spells, so erasing their memory was out of the question. I will find my Lord, then.
As we neared the clearing, I smelled a familiar scent that I couldn't pinpoint but what I saw froze my blood
Sirius Black, in all his glory, standing there with George in prone form.
I was about to transform, but the stunner was faster!
(pov ENDS)
(Sirius POV)
Stunning the rat, I expand my magical senses and look to see if he was followed.
Turning to George, who lay flat on the ground, stunned, with scared eyes. However, I wonder if it's due to the particular situation or the absurdity that a man came to steal a rat from his house. I think he would find it funny a grown man came to steal mouse.
Pity
It won't matter either, as he and his brother will forget about it. Bending down and connecting my wand with his temple, I mutter.
"Obliviate" followed by a sleeping spell.
Those scared eyes go blank for a moment before closing and going to dreamland.
I redid the process of an obliviation followed by a sleep charm on Fred and lay him on the floor. Walking over to the broom, I redo some runes and add the final touches to make their knockout seem realistic.
I levitate Fred and George and make them stand in front of me. Then throwing the broom in the air and stomping a single foot down, instead of one, two p*nis-shaped wooded dildos came out and launched themselves on their forehead. Then I added some fake memories while vanishing my traces. I pick up the rat-cage apparite to my manor.
(POV ENDS)
Seeing the final piece of the puzzle was here, I took Peter out and untransformed him, then
"Accio Voldemorts Wand"
"Zipped"
On my other hand laid the infamous 131/2 yew wand with phoenix feather core and my last ingredient for the ritual.
Breaking the wand in half,
"screeching"
sound came out, followed by a puff of visage coming out of the wand. I had the darkened but red feather in my hand. It most likely darkened due to all the dark magic seeping into it. I wonder if there is a black phoenix out there. Liting up the broken wand on fire, then vanishing it. I felt amused as I broke down the so-called canon by now. The whole shtick of Harry battling out Voldemort was because of brother wands. I wonder if the prophecy cracked or not but whatever.
"Kreacher"
"POP"
The head-elf came
"Master"
"Prepare a room with all the ingredients I ordered for the second ritual. And take this feather there with you too.
"Yes master
"pop"
Looking at him and leaving with no snarky comments, I miss his insufferable side. Or maybe he is still waiting for me to get rid of the necklace.
Levitating the downed fatso, I make my way to the dungeon. Opening the door, I watch all the prisoners look at me with various emotions. Fear, hatred, weird envy, most probably at me being free and him being a prisoner. The last emotion that caught me off guard was the complex emotions coming from the other side. I look towards the other side and see dark eyes peering through the cell bars, with hatred mixed with desperation and longing.
But I ignore her for today, let her think about her Lord more.
I shout
"Gentleman, you have a new guest today,"
That got them curious as I continued,
"a former colleague of yours, I present you the Betrayer, the Spy, and The Ratking himself."
I walked ahead and presented the floating Peter.
They answered with some schadenfreude but mostly were scared thinking I was hunting deather eaters.
Throwing Peter in the empty cell, I walk backward the fire, three stunning spells at the unsuspecting Antonin Dolohov, Augustus Rookwood, and Mulciber. Then opening their door through the Wards, I levitate them out. This scene scared the hell out of everybody because I never took anyone out. Ignoring them, I walk out my three conductors.
Ritual Room
Lining up all the ingredients in the shape of a star, with a critical phoenix feather in the middle, I had already laid the three in a triangle fashion on the outside of the star. Lining the place with important runes. Taking my clothes off, I sat in the middle of the star shape and lit up the runes.
A buzz was heard, then, as if responding, the buzz magic around me whirled and sank into the unconscious death eaters. Through them, it flowed toward the ingredients, taking away some of its properties and finally flowing into me. As soon as it touched me, instead of the pain that I was expecting, instead, I felt energized. I could feel my 37.2 trillion cells dancing and singing with euphoria. Soon my eyelids became heavy; I fell asleep while feeling a loving mother's embrace.
(POV Ends)
As Sirius fell asleep while sitting, magic flowed through him, building and breaking his body, bones, organs, muscles, and skin. Sometimes, he looked like a mummified zombie, later mush skin, later a beast made of pure muscle. This cycle kept on repeating till the conductor allowed it. The three deathers eaters were decomposing after each cycle. All three of them were strong wizards, even if they were playing around by Sirius; it was always because their stay in Azkaban weakened them. Now, their bodies were conducting magic, as they were strong before. They could conduct a lot of magic, so the ritual lasted longer.
Because they were put in deep sleep due to an overpowered sleeping charm, the three remain unconscious. Soon the ingredients were finished, followed by just three conductors(deather eaters). When the last cycle finished, in the middle sat what could only be described as the pinnacle of humanity—long, lustrous hair, a chiseled face, and a silky beard. At the same time, the body itself looked like a piece of art after muscle looked perfect.