August

Two months earlier…

Bellatrix Lestrange had woken up at some pretty strange places in her time, but never this strange. Why the hell did everything look like it was upside-down?

Oh, she realized a few seconds later with trepidation. I'm upside-down.

Indeed, things made slightly more sense now. Her feet were dangling upside-down from the ceiling in chains, and the dark, candle-lit room that looked strangely familiar was, in fact, the basement of Grimmauld Place.

Bella was intimately familiar with every nook and cranny of the room. She had spent many lonely hours in the dark, musty cellar, back when she was but a mischievous little girl. Her father had isolated her deep down there whenever she was being particularly naughty. Of course, for Cygnus Black, particularly naughty didn't mean flinging hexes at muggles from the rooftop, or poisoning a cousin, but making her little sister Cissy give her pleasure in ways that were frowned upon even in incestuous pureblood circles.

There was something very creepy about the Black townhouse basement, even for a strong-minded child such as Bella. Like every other part of the house, it featured seemingly innocent decorations that secretly held the potential to take the life or sanity of whoever was hapless enough to let his fingers wonder over them, but unlike the rest of the house, there was virtually no chance of escape once the sole door was locked, unless you were the lord of the house, and every possible surface was enchanted to sprout heavy steel chains, which at times gave the visage of a great metallic octopus.

Bella shivered, wondering for the thousandth time what purpose her ancestors had for investing so much into a dark, inescapable room. She knew for a fact that someone had died here, because certain residue of ectoplasm still covered the stone walls, the result of a past violent exorcism. It had been there since she could remember herself. The room inspired a sense of deep claustrophobia within her that even Azkaban didn't evoke, and she could never stay in there for more than half an hour before she started shrieking for her parents to let her out, and trying to beat the door open. Of course, the stairs would always turn into a slide when she'd do that.

Still, her father never used the dangling chains to hang her upside-down from the ceiling. That just wasn't proper. So why was it happening now?

Then it returned to her in a flash of annoyance and embarrassment. Potter. She lost a duel to the sixteen-year-old boy, when she and her Lord stormed Bones Manor. Initially, it was a welcome surprise to find Potter and the Bones girl in such a compromising position. Her Lord would surely be elated with her, to kill both Amelia Bones and the Boy-Who-Lived in a single summer day. However, it turned out that she bit more than she could chew. Even naked and mid-coitus, Potter and ickle Bones put up a fight. She eventually got Bones with a fling of her poisoned knife, but the deadly strike had only sent Potter over the edge, and the last thing she could remember was being overwhelmed by a blazing red flash…

The door creaked open, and a ray of light from the entrance hit Bella's face. She shook out of her musing and her hands tried to reach upwards towards her waist, where she held her wand and knife, but then she realized something; not only were her weapons missing, but she was stripped naked as well.

Suddenly, the heavy bronze door was slammed shut, and the room descended into near darkness again. She heard slow footsteps making their way down the stairs, and made out the thin frame of Harry Potter approaching her. When he reached the floor, her head was on level with his chest. The shaking light, coming from a single candelabra on the wall, made dark shadows form under his brow, though his green eyes shone through them.

"How's it hanging, Bella?"

She spat back at his question, and wanted to hit herself when spittle drifted down into her own eyes. Potter chuckled softly.

"You always had more spite than sense… more sadism than smarts," he said, picking up a heavy metallic tool that looked like thick pincers from the table. "But I'm somewhat guilty of that as well... and now it's my turn."

"Owww, is ickle Pottew angwy that Bella took his widdle giwlfwend?" Bella pouted in imitation of a baby.

"She wasn't my girlfriend," Potter said with clenched teeth.

"No, I suppose not… if she was, the Dark Lord would have targeted her specifically… I suppose she was just your little slut then?"

She could see Potter's expression darkening, but he was sadly not as hurt as she wanted to see him. Even in the position she was subjected to, Bella got a kick out of hurting people.

"She was a wonderful friend that gave me the comfort I needed. What cunts like you and your pathetic Lord prevented me from having."

Bella let out a shrill laugh at the boy's wounded tone. "What's the matter, ickle Potter, you blame us for not having a girlfriend?"

"You bastards killed my friends!" Potter shouted, his face twisting in rage. "You specifically targeted anyone who was close to me! The Weasleys, Hermione, Cho, Katie, Neville, Luna—'

"Uncle Siri?" Bella said sweetly.

SMACK!

Bella was hit forcefully by Potter's backhand. Blood rushed to her cheeks, and her ears rang, but it was nothing to her. She had suffered way worse. Even in that very room. She cackled madly.

"Baby Potter thinks that stripping and slapping is the worst he can do to Aunt Bella? I've had much worse! Even your Cruciatus barely tickled!"

"Dumb bitch," he spat back. "You think so highly of the Cruciatus just because it's a dark curse. You'll regret your words by the end of the day."

Suddenly Potter raised his hand, grabbed a tuft of her pussy hair that grew right beside her clit, and yanked it.

Despite herself, Bella let out a little yelp of pain, and saw Potter crack a smile. It was nothing, she told herself. Once she got used to the pain, she could shrug it off. But it annoyed her that Potter would touch her pussy lips with his filthy half-blood claws.

"Now, Bella, since I know physical pain won't bother you much, we'll try a different approach," Potter said in a gleeful voice. "And, seeing that you scared away any girl from having... public relations with me, and murdered my friend with benefits, I think it's only fair that I use your body as an avenue for my sexual needs."

Bella's eyes widened involuntarily. Rape was a special kind of evil. No way that golden boy Potter would do it. He was surely bluffing. And yet…

"I must say, I'm pleasantly surprised to see you looking so good. It's definitely going to make my revenge more… savory," he said, and Bella recoiled, feeling him grabbing a handful of her tit and squeezing it strongly. "I expected a dry wrinkled cunt and saggy Azkaban tits, but here you are, looking not a day above twenty-five. How is that possible?"

Bella bit her lip, feeling humiliated with his hold on her body, yet also strangely pleased at his attraction to her. She had always enjoyed the effect her killer looks had on men, and the state she was in after Azkaban took a heavy toll on her self-esteem. The redhead fuckdoll that she adopted made her very happy by transferring half of her youthful life force to Bella.

"Speak!" Potter yelled, slapping her tits.

Bella sucked air through her teeth in reaction to the stinging in her chest. "She gave it to me! My redheaded lover gave me her youth!" she yelled, not completely sure why, perhaps because it made her so happy and proud.

"Ginny?" Potter asked in disbelief.

"Yes, ickle Potter… my love was smart enough to choose the right side, and Bella made her feel right at home… she loves me so much…"

"What is wrong with her?" Potter grunted.

"There is nothing wrong with her! She recognizes the might and greatness of the Dark Lord! She gives everything to those she loves!"

"Oh, yeah?" Potter sprouted a crooked smile. "Well, let's see how she likes you after I turn you into my personal cumbucket."

"You wouldn't dare, Potter!"

"But I would!" he laughed. "But first… let's declaw this bitch… can't have you biting the hand that feeds, can we?"

"What do you… Potter, what is that?" Bella yelled, eyeing the pincer-like tool that he picked up with apprehension.

"Oh, this? This is just something I borrowed from Hermione's parents. Would Aunt Bella like to play doctor and patient?"

Doctor? Bella sneered at the muggle word, but then she remembered what it meant. Her mother had made fun of it on occasion: muggles had healers that cut them up and stitched them up like a staffed doll…

"Now, open your mouth wide," Potter said in amusement. Bella shut her mouth more forcefully than she ever did in her life. "Come on, say 'ah'! Ahhhhhhh."

With a jolt, Bella lost control of her face. Potter must have hit her with the Marionette curse, because her mouth opened involuntarily and refused to close. Horror dawned on her despite her bravado – was he going to cut the insides of her mouth? But the truth was worse…

Clink.

A cold, chilling sensation spread through her mouth, as she saw Potter guide the rusty tool to grab one of her teeth.

"Let's start with the canines… a fitting treatment for a rabid bitch…"

"AHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHH!"

Bella screamed louder than she ever did in her entire life. Potter yanked her tooth and drew it out of its socket forcefully. The coppery taste of blood filled her mouth, and her eyes moistened with stinging tears. She tried to hide the pain, but it was impossible not to wince.

"Well done, Bella, you're playing along already. Did you know that an adult human has thirty-two teeth in his mouth?" Potter drawled with a deranged smile. "Think you can take thirty-one more?"

An hour later, Bella passed out from the pain, and Harry began making notes of all the information she gave him. Raping her mouth would have to wait until she regained her faculties enough to truly appreciate the humiliation.