The Mission of Bellatrix Black
Chapter: 2 of ?
Author: skarm
Rating: M
Timeline: Post OotP. I started this story prior to the release of HBP.

Series summary: Despite failing miserably in the Department of Mysteries, Bellatrix Lestrange is given another chance to redeem herself by Lord Voldemort. Her task: Kill Harry Potter. However, she soon finds that it isn't as easy as she originally thought.
Disclaimer: I do not own these characters. They are owned by JKR except for a few original characters I have created for the purpose of this story. Needless to say, I did not invent this world and am merely borrowing it for some fun.
Special thanks: There's a good chance Chris (Sir Chris on has been my Beta for this chapter in addition to doing all my Beta work for Quest of Light.

A/N: So uhh... 10 months later I post chapter 2. Ironically someone just reviewed this last night. I said it would be slow updating as this was just a pet project to try a more descriptive writing style rather than a dialogue based one.

The Mission of Bellatrix Black

Chapter 2: The Rise…

Bellatrix Lestrange, in the guise of Ginny Weasley, hurried off towards the Weasley's household. She had only one hour to complete her task, but highly doubt that she would need additional time. It would be quite simply. While she was sure she could easily walk in and simply take everyone present out with some quick spells, but she then there was the chance that Potter would get wind of a disturbance and leave quickly. No, she reminded herself, this will allow me to get close enough to him so that nothing will stand in my way. I will regain the Dark Lord's favor.

She reached the back door of the Weasley's house, if you could call it that. Bellatrix thought it looked like a run down shack with some extra parts added. It disgusted her that any pureblood family would live like this. Purebloods were supposed to live in manors and castles like the Blacks, Lestranges and Malfoys. The door creaked open and Bellatrix hurried into the kitchen.

"Well," said came a sharp voice from behind Bellatrix. "Where are they?"

Bellatrix whipped around quickly, causing her long red hair to fly over her shoulder and end up in front of her face. She brushed it out of her eyes angrily and stared up at the face of Molly Weasley.

Molly Weasley didn't look too pleased. Her hands were placed firmly on her hips and she was giving Bellatrix a glare harsh enough to scare any younger child. Her clothes, however, were repulsive in Bellatrix's mind. How one lived earning so little and having to wear such… filth was beyond her stretch of imagination.

When she received no answer, Mrs. Weasley advanced a few steps. "Ginerva-"

Bellatrix cut her by swiftly drawing her wand and firing off a stunning spell. With a second quick motion, Mrs. Weasley's body was levitated into the air before it could make contact with the floor, making a sound that might alert anyone else who was present. Foolish woman, Bellatrix laughed in her mind.

After binding the older woman with some conjured ropes and leaving her much like she had Ginny, Bellatrix stealthily scouted out the remainder of the ground floor. Having found no one, she proceeded to creep slowly up the spiral staircase.

She began clearing rooms slowly, making sure that no one was in them before she finally heard some sign of life. A grin spread over Bellatrix's face when she heard footsteps coming from the second floor of the house… err, shack, that the Weasleys lived in. There were only enough footsteps for one person to be in the place and moving around and it had to be Potter. Bellatrix crept up the stairs as quietly as she could and listened intently for any sounds of a second person.

When she reached the second floor landing she plainly heard the sounds of dresser drawers opening and closing. There were two near simultaneous clunks on the ground and the ruffle of fabric. "Getting ready for dinner, Potter?" Bellatrix whispered to herself triumphantly while he grin spread evilly. She quickly untied her shoes and tiptoed towards the room in her socks. Producing less noise was always a good thing and Bellatrix knew that if she could catch Potter in the state of dressing himself, combined with utter surprise, he would be a pushover. She was sure that his luck had run out this time.

With her forearm she leaned against the door and slipped into the room as silently, save for a small creak from the un-oiled hinges. With a smug grin, she pointed her wand at Potter, who was just pulling up a pair of clean jeans that weren't covered in soil or grass stains from the afternoon.

Bellatrix continued to watch as Potter, still not even noticing that his soon-to-be murderer was standing a mere few feet behind him, reached for a clean shirt that he had set out on his bed. Perhaps a few nice blemishes for his back, Bellatrix mused to herself as she watched the muscles flex perhaps a little too closely.

"Ginny! What are you doing in here?"

The comment jarred Bellatrix back to reality to see Potter hastily pull on a black shirt over his chest. When his messy hair, green eyes and flushed, embarrassed cheeks, had appeared he fumbled around his nightstand for his glasses with his right hand without taking his slightly squinting eyes from the witch before him.

"I uh… uhh…," Bellatrix stammered and was somewhat glad that in her daze her wand arm had lowered to her side. She slipped the wand under her dress and tucked it into the waistband of her panties, all the while silently cursing the Weasley girl's choice to wear a dress and not something simpler, as Potter put on his glasses and frowned, though his cheeks were still flushed in embarrassment. Trust Potter to be embarrassed about his girlfriend sneaking into his room while he's undressing, she mentally rolled her eyes. "I came to tell you that dinner won't be ready anytime soon." Bellatrix hoped that this would buy her some time. The sun from the window was casting Potter as a slight silhouette, though his emerald eyes still seemed to stand out as if they were lit by some form of magical light. This was quite a distracting effect, Bellatrix found, but that still didn't explain why she hesitated a few seconds earlier when she couldn't even see his eyes. What in Merlin's name is wrong with me?

"Oh… well…" Potter flushed again. "Next time knock?"

Bellatrix felt herself blush slightly and instantly shook her head rapidly to clear it, having just realized that she was blushing like a pathetic little school girl. Potter seemed to glare at her after she reacted to his request. He sighed and sat down on the edge of his bed causing two of the members of the Chudley Cannons zooming to the other side of the sheet.

"Is it too much to ask that I just get some privacy?" Potter asked, frowning.

"Oh, uh, I meant yeah, ok, I was just feeling odd for a moment," Bellatrix replied before biting her lip. Her whole plan was falling to pieces. Potter wasn't exactly relaxing in her presence and she had already lost the element of surprise, though perhaps Potter wouldn't expect his girlfriend to simply attack him out of the blue. Still, Bellatrix knew that her target was resourceful and had an uncanny ability to get lucky. She decided to save that plan as a last resort and knew that she'd have to get Potter to relax around her again if she wanted this to be quick and easy. The witch took a few steps further into the room and admired the sleeping snowy owl that rested in a cage on top of Potter's dresser.

"Are you sure you're ok? Did you get too much sun?"

Bellatrix resisted the urge to frown at the boy's genuine concern. She headed over to the bed and sat down beside him which caused a few more Quidditch players to vacate quickly. She winced slightly as her wand poked into her ribs which caused her to regret wearing the summer dress. "I'm ok, I was just thinking about earlier-"

"Oh yeah, me too," Potter replied with a grin, though he immediately blushed again and looked down at his hands. He flipped them over to admire his palms. "I mean… yeah it was fun."

Fun? Just what did these two-, Bellatrix's thoughts were abruptly ended when Potter's head rose up and stared into her eyes directly. The mesmerizing emerald gaze didn't allow her to look away or think of anything else. Seconds later she was thankful that the boy didn't know Legilimency since her defenses were entirely down.

Potter hesitated slightly and ran a hand through his hair to calm himself, which did not go unnoticed by Bellatrix. "Ginny… can I… ask you a question?"

She knew she must have waited too long to answer out of surprise since Potter's eyes drifted downwards, breaking the effect they had on Bellatrix. "Are you sure you're ok?" he asked softly.

"Yes, I'm quite ok," Bellatrix replied, somewhat irritated now, though slightly flattered as no one else had ever shown her any concern like this. "What did you want to ask me?" She was intrigued now since any private information she learned in this chat could be used against Potter's friends later.

Potter looked away again, embarrassed once more. "You… you do love me right? It wasn't just you saying that?" His eyes seemed to be pleading again, but unbeknownst to Potter they were boring straight into Bellatrix.

What the hell happened? Did this Weasley girl tell him she loved him to get his pants down? I never pictured her as this big of a slut. "Of course," she answered immediately despite feeling a smirk coming on at her private thought. This would definitely get Potter to relax and trust her. Soon she'd have his guard entirely down and would be able to finish him off with no chance of failure.

Much to Bellatrix's surprise, Potter didn't flush, but merely gave a slightly cheeky grin. "I guess you won't mind if I do this, then," he whispered happily, his breath warm against her cheeks. Without any warning, he leaned in further a planted a kiss right on her lips. Wide-eyed in shock, Bellatrix went rigid as her lips and spine tingled under the contact. She felt the playful tip of his tongue pressing in between her upper and lower lip, trying to work its way into her mouth. She resisted until he opened his eyes and fixed them, only an inch apart, directly into hers. She couldn't blink and only vaguely realized that she had slowly opened her mouth until she felt Potter's tongue entwined with her own. Feeling as if she was melting, Bellatrix closed her eyes and continued with a slight light headed feeling.

When Potter finally pulled away after what felt like an eternity, Bellatrix realized there was a sharp pain in her side. She gritted her teeth, reached under her dress, and pulled out the wand that was nearly puncturing her lung from when she leaned forward. Wait a second, she thought as she placed the wand within reach on the nightstand, when did I lean forward. It then hit her that she had just open mouth kissed Harry Potter. What in Merlin's name is wrong with me? Did he put some sort of spell…? Imperius? A love potion? She continued to wrack her brain for the answer.

"Are you sure you're ok? Answer me honestly?" The green eyes were back piercing into her again and his eyebrows were knit in concern or perhaps frustration.

Mentally cursing herself yet again, Bellatrix realized that all the trust she was building up had slipped away yet again. "No, it was just… perfect, you know?" she said, hoping that would sound like something a lovesick little fan girl would say. She was, of course, kidding herself when she told herself that she was only saying this to play her role.

"Oh… well I'm glad you liked it. It was my first time like that," Potter said while looking away again as his cheeks reddened.

That was his first time- wait, why do I care? Bellatrix shifted over again so that her hip was touching against Potter's. She had come to the conclusion that Potter had a very major weakness: He got very flustered and embarrassed when dealing with intimate or person situations and Bellatrix knew she had to use this to her advantage. She rested a hand on Potter's thigh and gave him her best seductive grin. It was very lucky that she was in the form of Ginny Weasley otherwise it would have come off as a very eerie smile. "It was very good."

If Potter could have gone anymore crimson, Bellatrix would have been amazed. Taking his moment of weakness, she pushed him backwards and down onto his back as she swung a leg over his body. She straddled his stomach while on her knees and letting her feet dangle over the edge of the bed. Shooting a glance back at the night stand and her wand, Bellatrix marveled in her plan. Make sure Potter's mind was entirely on something else and he wouldn't even notice her grab the wand from the nightstand. A quick Avada Kedavra later and it would all be over. She grinned as she leaned down to kiss him again. Potter mistook what the grin was for.

They kissed for a few moments longer before Bellatrix slowly rubbed her right hand over Potter's chest. She knew she needed to keep her left hand free to make a grab for her wand. Potter's eyes slowly closed as he moaned softly, causing Bellatrix to smirk. From the way she was straddling him and wearing the Weasley girl's dress it had to be driving him insane. It was rather nice to know that she still could seduce people the way she did when she was in Hogwarts. As her hand stroked his chest rhythmically, she reached back with her left hand and fumbled around the night stand.

"Ginny…" The groan barely escaped Potter's lips. Bellatrix was shocked when Potter reached up and pulled her down to kiss her. Her finger tips, that her just been touching her wand, were pulled quickly away from the nightstand and caused the wand to roll onto the floor.

After the kiss broke, Bellatrix had to find a way to get her wand back. Obviously getting off Potter wasn't the way, which meant she needed to do a summoning charm and that meant he had to be really distracted. Luckily, all women came adequately equipped to distract men when needed. Swiftly Bellatrix grabbed Potter's wrists and pulled his arms, placing them on her sides. Slowly she guided his hands up her chest, giving them little jerks whenever his fingers gripped and caused the material of her dress to bunch. Bellatrix smirked when she heard Potter gasp. She had forced his hands on her breasts. Though the Weasley girl's breasts were much smaller than her own, they seemed to be a lot more sensitive. Perhaps Azkaban, she thought, but then again how would she know seeing as Rodolphus, or anyone for that matter, had touched her like this in over fifteen years. Bloody Rodolphus and his fifteen and sixteen year old muggles… some pureblood, Bellatrix thought bitterly.

It was odd, really. Bellatrix was quite unsure why or how Rodolphus maintained his hatred of muggles and muggleborns while going out nearly every night and Imperius some helpless fifteen year old girl. Before she realized what was happening, Bellatrix let out a moan of her own. She had entirely forgotten about retrieving her wand having been first lost in her thoughts and then lost in the emotion. Well, perhaps she could have some fun with Potter before killing him. It had been along time, after all. Her stomach, however, gave a painful lurch, seemingly unwilling to cooperate.


For all intents and purposes, Harry had died and gone to heaven. Though he was a unique fifteen year old boy in many ways, he had limits to maturity. Naturally, right now, he wasn't about to do anything to stop what was transpiring between himself and Ginny. With his eyes closed and his hands firmly placed where Ginny had wanted them, he sighed contentedly. This was the first time since the fiasco at the Department of Mysteries and the death of his Godfather, Sirius Black, which Harry had felt at ease. Well, perhaps at ease wasn't the best way to describe his current state given how he was being straddled and the normal effects that would bring any teenage male.

Harry felt Ginny spasm and gasp, but just assumed she was enjoying this as much as he was. She had made similar noises a bit earlier and Harry really didn't want to stop anyways. It was only when Ginny's breasts seemed to begin magically growing in size in his very hands that Harry realized something wasn't quite right. Now, he was no expert on female anatomy, other than the time Dudley had set him up by giving him an adult magazine to read only so that he could call Aunt Petunia and have her catch Harry in the act, but Harry knew that this was not normal. Of course, maybe certain parts of a female's anatomy grew when aroused like the organ he had between his own legs. Harry sincerely doubted that he had been in another situation that would even make it possible for a girl to be aroused around him given that all his experiences, which were less than pleasant, were with Cho Chang and everyone knew how poorly that worked out.

The Gryffindor boy cracked open his eyes and gazed up at Ginny's form as the girl lurched again as if sick to her stomach. "Ginny-" he stopped mid-sentence and opened his fully. Ginny's fiery hair was turning black, and quickly at that. Her cute jaw and cheeks were becoming boney and hollow right before his very eyes. Within seconds Harry knew that this wasn't Ginny Weasley, but Bellatrix Lestrange, the murderer of Sirius Black. He felt the urge to throw up, but knew there'd be plenty of time for that later.

Harry quickly shoved forward with his hands which caused Bellatrix to flail her arms wildly, scream and fall off the bed entirely. There was a loud thud as the Slytherin witch dropped out of Harry's site and made contact with the floor. The Gryffindor wasn't the least bit sad about her painful landing, but more upset that he wasn't grasping breasts anymore. He quickly sat up and fumbled around for his wand. Cursing once he couldn't find it in either of his pockets, Harry looked frantically around his room and cursed once more as he spied it resting atop his dresser just beside Hedwig's cage.

There were larger problems for Harry at the moment as Bellatrix, now wearing an extremely short and very tight dress, struggled to her knees and seized her wand which was on the side on the floor. The only way Harry saw out of this was if he could get to his wand, but that of course required him to get halfway across the room. He quickly kicked upwards with his right leg and brought his foot firmly into Bellatrix's jaw. Without even waiting for Bellatrix to sprawl backwards and smack her head on the floor, Harry scrambled off of the bed towards his dresser.

Harry quickly felt his feet leave the floor a mere two seconds after he had planted them there. There was a blunt smack on one of his ankles which sent one foot colliding with the other and finally caused him to slip towards the floor. He gritted his teeth in pain as Bellatrix's foot gave him another kick, but this time in his side. The air rushed out of his lungs as his enemy's foot connected solidly with his chest. He rolled over onto his chest and looked up helplessly at the dresser. The handle of his wand was barely visible hanging over the edge. He stuck out his hand and tried to utter the words for the summoning spell, but it came out as a cough.

The sound of footsteps alerted Harry to the fact that Bellatrix was already on her feet again, which meant that he knew the worst was coming.

"You're done now, Potter!" shrieked Bellatrix, her voice dripping with venom. "I'll make you wish you were never born!" There was a trickle of blood on her dress now that traced back up to her jaw. Harry's kick had caused her to bite her lips or tongue and in the process made her bleed quite badly.

Harry rolled over onto his back just in time to see the witch raise her wand above her head and the door to his room burst open. There was a flash of red and then all Harry saw was darkness.

To Be Continued