This was supposed to be posted for the Flufftober but I stopped since I saw that no one, I mean, NO ONE cared and I really hadn't time to spend even on this platform , uselessly, in just one month.
I'm doing it now, but still have zero expectations, also because this is the sequel of 'Tenebris Video' and no one happened to enjoy that story
Summary:
Sequel of 'Tenebris Video'.
Bellatrix and Barty on the eve of a very important Mission. Something that requires steady nerves and lots of concentration.
Or at least it should...
A little dark, a little fluff and a little trash, too... the winning combo!
Written for the 'Flufftober 2021' Prompt 13: Pillow
This story is a sequel of 'Tenebris video', here /works/33416803/chapters/83007940
as soon as I saw this prompt I just knew it was perfect for these two, i missed them so much 3
The subtle difference between a slaughter party and a slumber party
Barty and Bellatrix were unable to stay in Greenland for more than two days.
They realized that the greatest torture was the distance from their beloved Dark Lord.
By mutual agreement, they materialized at the Malfoy house, where they knew there was going to be another meeting.
As a matter of fact, Voldemort was there and as soon as he saw them appear he suspended the meeting, sending all the others away, to deal exclusively with them.
He smiled at his disobedient wards, but it was a smile that didn't anticipate anything good.
And Barty and Bellatrix understood this, taking turns seeing that red spark spring from their Master's wand, giving them the most intense minutes of pain they have ever experienced.
Yes, minutes, because if it is true that his Cruciatus Curses usually last a few seconds, it is also true that Voldemort has already understood what temper those two are made of, he knows that they can resist.
Besides, their affront was just too big and Voldemort is certainly not famous for his clemency.
Bellatrix endured that pain stoically, biting her tongue, in order not to scream and appear weak to his eyes.
Barty also started with the same intention, but the fragility of his seventeen years did not allow him to continue.
When Voldemort raised his wand both of them were grateful.
"You," he turned to Barty, still on the ground, shaken by convulsions. "I'll give you a minute at most to recover, then we have some urgent work to be completed in my home, you made me wait too long!" he growls.
"Y-yes, my S-Lord, r-right now!" the boy has answered with difficulty, trying to regain his strength.
"As for you, Bella," the Dark Lord has continued, bending over to help her get up, a gesture so chivalrous that it destabilized her a lot. "Go back to your husband." he has dismissed her.
Bellatrix is sure she hasn't imagined it as she walked away: there was a note of sadness in the tone of her voice.
The spell containing the refined video had such a success that within a few months the ranks of Voldemort's followers tripled.
You can say everything about Voldemort but not that he does not adequately reward those who please him, which is why he has allowed Barty to take part to an important Mission against the Aurors, despite his still immature age.
The boy showed great potential and the Dark Lord decided to test his limits.
To give him a valid guide and at the same time have a detailed report on his deeds, Voldemort has entrusted him to Bellatrix.
She didn't take that news very well, but, you know, the Dark Lord's orders should never be discussed.
At the moment they are in an inn room, adjacent to the Auror's secret meeting place, scheduled for the following day.
Not so secret obviously, but Voldemort has spies everywhere.
"I still don't understand why we have to spend the night here. Wasn't it enough to apparate at dawn? " complains Barty, who is used to very different levels of comfort, certainly not to that hovel.
Bellatrix's blow on the back of his head comes a moment later.
"Ouch!"
"Bravo, you idiot!" She snaps, while he massages the back of his neck. "Why didn't you think that maybe the Aurors could have taken precautionary measures to prevent this type of access?" she explains to him. "Do you have any idea about what kind of Dark Spells our Master and Lord had to use to conceal all traces of our presence here?"
"I didn't think ..." Barty mumbles, submissively, looking at the floor.
"Of course you didn't think! You're just a kid eager to show off! Salazar! What did the Dark Lord think of entrusting you to me? You will only be a burden! " she mumbles.
"Why do you want me to believe that in your first Mission you were sure of everything, you did not make any mistakes and no one helped you in anything?" he puts her in trouble.
Bellatrix has flashbacks on her very first Mission, where she had to take possession of a very ancient and well-kept object. She remembers how confused she was and how she relied on Lucius for all her doubts, so much so as to arouse Narcissa's jealousies, when she learned of it, this before Bellatrix explained to her that she was only interested in his greater experience in serving Voldemort.
"Well, no, of course not, I had a thousand questions and ..." she acknowledges.
"Here, do you see it? I'll have to start from somewhere too, don't you think so? And under the guidance of a Death Eater of your level, my chances of growth will be astounding… "
"Are you flattering me, kid? " she frowns.
"I don't know, is it working?" he makes her smile.
"Anyway, when you made that joke about my sister at the meeting, you got it right: she became a Death Eater just to have an excuse to spend more time with Lucius. The Dark Lord first knew she would never be able to curse even a gnat, "laughs Bellatrix. "I suppose he allowed her to take the Dark Mark only because of the Blacks' prestige."
"But I will not waste such a precious gift from the Dark Lord, I will show him that I am worthy of every drop of magic ink he has branded me with!" the young man perjures.
"Stop strutting and go to sleep. I need a trustworthy and alert Death Eater when we attack at sunrise, with Rod, Rabastan, the Carrows and all the others." she spurs him on, getting to her bed.
Bellatrix turns off the light, but no matter how hard he tries, Barty can't fall asleep, at least not right away.
"Bella, hey, Bella, are you awake, Bella?"
"If you keep croaking like this, I doubt I'll be able to sleep." she complains, turning on the light again. "What do you want?" she sits up.
"What's it like to kill? What does it feel like? " Barty asks anxiously, sitting on his bed, too, as high as when children take too much sugar.
"Killing makes you feel powerful, feared, respected. The adrenaline that rises in your system when you realize you have put an end to a life… "grins Bellatrix, ecstatic.
"Oh yes, I like it ..." Barty approves, with a sadistic light crossing his eyes.
"And don't underestimate the torture either. That maybe gives you an even greater sense of control, you know? Because whoever you're about to kill already knows his live is over, but whoever you torture ... ooohh, their life is in your hands, they become your toy, "she singsons, the darkness of her words in stark contrast to the innocent white T-shirt she's wearing.
Barty hangs off her words, changing position to hear her better. Now he is lying on the mattress with one elbow resting on the edge, the other arm dangling forward, his eyes fixed on her and a smile that creases his face.
"Will you want to play with them for hours or will you get tired right away? The important thing is to start playing, basking in their cries, when they ask for mercy they are so pathetic! " she chuckles at the memory, rolling her curls between her fingers, her gaze lost in pleasant moments, before she moves it towards Barty. "Are you sure you're ready for this, kid?"
"Oh yeah, I can't wait to practice the two Unforgivable Curses on those damn Aurors," Barty says firmly, grabbing his wand, as if they were standing there. "Just the fact that they are my father's friends gives me one more reason to hate them so much ..." Barty growls, his arm trembling with spite, his fingers gripping his wand so hard that his knuckles turn white. "As for stupid Muggles, if their very existence bothers our Dark Lord, then it bothers me as well!"
"Alright! I would say that you definitely don't lack anger, I think you will give me some satisfaction tomorrow, "she comments, with an admiring look. "And I also congratulate you on how you thought about every detail of your coverage."
"Really?" he is exalted. "I'll tell you what. At first I thought of inventing a trip with my friends, but then I pictured that damn old man, capable of denying me such permission, acting like: 'Crouchs are certainly not bummers and I do not accept that my son wastes his time in such nonsense . You need discipline, good scholastic conduct, discipline, respect for the laws, discipline, an upright morality, discipline and above all don't forget discipline! '"
Bellatrix must hold her stomach for too much laughter.
"Merlin's beard! You portray him exactly the same! "
"You know, at school I used to imitate all the Professors. I might even parody that cursed paranoid, grotesque, grumpy Auror who often comes to our house to brief my father on certain situations, "he teases before his voice gets more cavernous. "Bartemius, we must have a thousand eyes, that scum is spreading like wildfire, we mustn't trust anyone anymore. Constant vigilance! By the way, Bartemius, old sport, is that really you? You should ask me something, something so difficult that I can't answer either, but ... Merlin's underwear! If I can't answer, how do I know if you really are old Crouch? Since I'm in doubt ... stupeficium! " he concludes, pretending to throw a stunner.
"My jaw hurts from laughing, just stop, please!" Bellatrix releases herself.
"Too bad I already know that Moody won't be at tomorrow's meeting, or maybe that's a good thing, he's a really tough Auror! But we weren't talking about this. " Barty cuts short. "I certainly couldn't risk my father's rejection, spend the nights at the Death Eaters' meetings is pretty easy, but these two days away ... and then, not even on purpose, I heard of a three-day internship in Ilvermorny , just in this same period. I immediately sent the registration and my father approved, without batting an eye. But I know the distrustful old man. For sure he would have made some checks, I could not risk that a check letter sent with an owl would send everything to hell. I had enough time to brew a Polyjuice Potion , put some of my hair in it, and then Regulus helped me put a Muggle under the Imperius Curse to drink the potion, repeatedly, at regular intervals, as many doses as he could. I supplied all the doses to him, he took the plane and entered that school for at least one day. " he sums up. "I might as well have done it all by myself, if only I was already able to use the Imperius Curse !" he scolds himself, biting his lip.
"You'll learn, kid, it won't take you long, meanwhile, tomorrow you can master the other two Unforgivable Curses ,"
"Oh yes, I can't wait!" the young man grins, putting down his wand.
"But now, let's sleep!" Bellatrix suggests, turning off the light again.
"Bellatrix?" a voice is heard after a few minutes and it is not difficult to imagine whose it is.
"Salazar! What do you still want? "
"What do you think the Dark Lord must be like in bed?"
Bellatrix gasps so violently that she nearly falls out of her bed.
"Barty !"
"Oh, please! I'm seventeen, I'm officially authorized to always think about sex!"
"In my opinion the Dark Lord is not the type for foreplay, He takes what he wants right away and I would be more than willing to give it to him. "Bellatrix murmurs, with her head resting on the pillow and her hand slipping between her legs, thanks to the darkness that hides them.
"Yes, I also think that he goes straight to the point, maybe he doesn't even waste time on sweetish romances like kisses, he just aims to possess you ..." Barty fantasizes, doing the exact same thing, only he can't know.
"Yes, a blow of his wand and there is not even a layer of dress to cover you, utterly naked in front of him, so exposed ..." Bellatrix bites her lips.
"Yes, that's right ... and, I'll tell you what, in my opinion, even before you feel him, you feel all his dark magic enveloping you ..." Barty murmurs, fighting the urge to undo the buttons and just stroking the crotch of his jeans.
"Oh yes, twenty-five centimeters of dark magic!" adds Bellatrix, licking her lips.
This time it is Barty who is in danger of falling out of bed.
"But… Bella!"
"You're right ... he must be at least thirty!" she corrects herself.
"Oh, well, if he comes to visit me tonight in my erotic dreams I'll be able to confirm!" Barty chuckles, ready to go back to sleep.
Bellatrix growls angrily, increasing the fun of the youngest.
"If the Dark Lord pays a visit in your dreams instead of mine, I swear that first I'll cast the Cruciatus Curse on you and then on Him, too!"
THE END
Notes:I guarantee you that they still managed to stay focused for the Mission! XD
For the question of Barty's coverage, I thank Ecate Efp, now my consultant in this fandom, she gave it to me the idea of the internship in Ilvermorny and in addition she wanted imitations (oh, c'mon, that's so Canon Barty imitating people), The Polyjuice Potion is my idea, instead, I wanted to put it, to give a sense of pre-destination, I hope you don't mind.
As for Narcissa Death Eater, aside from the fact that neither in the book nor in the film you can really understand this, I know that J.K. Rowling stated that Narcissa did not take the Dark Mark, but it was a headcanon that I enjoyed too much and then I needed a Bella's gossip moment with Barty … probably the image of Voldy as a sort of Magic World Porn actor wasn't enough trash already ...LOL
you have no idea what they're up to in the sequel (yes, there will be a sequel, always as part of the Flufftober)
if you would like to leave me an opinion you will make me extra happy, I also accept Cruciatus Curses XD
hugs
Lu
