AN: Just to tell you all that my main language is not English, but please give me feedback and what I need to improve, thank you!
Disclaimer: This work of Fanfiction based on Harry Potter universe. All recognizable characters, plots and settings are exclusive property of J. K. Rowling. I don't own anything just my OC's
Pairings: Harry X The Black Sisters
AN: A lot of reviews said for me to stop using caps, so I will stop. Thank you for advising me.
AN2: So tell me if you liked Bellatrix and the fighting scene. I am not really satisfied with this chapter, but yeah…
AN3: I know things with Bellatrix went fast, but it has its purposes. I always like characters of her kind, being crazy and all.
AN4: And finally, what Animagus you want Harry to be?
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Warning: Scenes with torture and mentions of rape.
Chapter 5 – The Light, the Dark and the Gray
Bellatrix Black was not a happy witch at the moment, some days ago she heard some of her family talking about that the Leader of Knights was a coward half-blood bastard, she could not believe at first, but her great-uncle Arcturus never lied. While she didn't doubt Lord Black she was furious why her family didn't take action they were powerful, they just could kill them all. Yeah, and she would do that while having her answers, Bella strode to the bar in London she knew as a place of meetings owned by the Knights, it was a place where generally younger members of Walpurgis met each other to seek their approval, to become the elites of their Leader.
Bellatrix went to this bar in her first and second year to attend some meetings, it was not incredible but good enough to catch her attention, and she had her family's permission to go, not like this time around.
What made her like the place was when they start to preach how the heir of Slytherin and leader was powerful and could grant her, this power, but only when the House of Black join them. For a time, all she wanted was join, and feel the power they promised her and help her house ascend to greatness. She believed in the supremacy of blood, this is what she learned since she could understand words. But when she heard her father, uncle and great-uncle talk some truths about this heir of Slytherin, her world crumbled and she felt betrayed by everyone she knew, they told her lies, they deceived her, they played with her loyalty. She was willing to do anything and to do the bidding of the man who was a half-blood cowering somewhere dark, maybe he was not so great and powerful like they said, maybe he was deceiving the pure-blood families to later stab them in their backs, maybe he was not heir of the Slytherin if he was a half-blood and definitely, he was not worth of her loyalty.
She walked towards the bar with intention of killing them, but she wanted answers first, she wanted to know the truth about everything, if they were willing to betray their own, because of a half-blood coward. She wasn't thinking straight at the moment, her body was moving with pure instinct.
Entering the bar, she could see that it was fairly empty. There was the barman who she recognized when she was here and a man sitting on the far side of the bar. Rookwood, the owner.
"Ah, Ms. Black what a surprise seeing you here." The barman said giving her a smile but what he received was a spells pushing the man hard in the counters behind him, killing the man instantly. She just needed one to answer her.
Rookwood sitting of the far side of the bar shot to his feet, to try and take action, but the Bellatrix wand was already on his face.
"Sit down, Rookwood." She snarled.
The man slowly lifted his hands up and sat back in his chair. "Ms. Black, do you know what you're doing? What do you want? You could hurt yourself."
"I can use my wand very well, thank you. Now" She smiled. "Talk"
"Talk?" Rookwood asked incredulously.
"I want answers." Her smiled faded, turning in a thin line. "You all lied to me, that bastard is a half-blood" She sneered.
He frowned clearly confused but before he could say anything she gave a snort and continued. "You all said he was great and powerful. Why doesn't he stand in front of us and show us how powerful he is? Maybe he is not that powerful, maybe he's just a coward, is he not proud of his heritage, hm? I think he is weakling like all of you, who follow him." She was provoking in a mocking tone.
He looked at the wand then shifted to her eyes. "I'm afraid I don't know what are you talking."
"Tom Riddle. The half-blood dimwit is your leader, isn't it?" His face shifted confusion and wariness to rage.
"How do you know that name, Black?" His tone also changed to a menacing one.
Bellatrix jackpotted, his reaction said everything to her. "I should have known, and the worst is that you all follow him knowing he's a half blood. He must be weak like all of you. Hahaha, you are all pathetic." She started to laugh.
He was seething. "You'll pay for this, Black."
She tilted her head. "Oh, the last time I checked, I'm the one with the wand."
She gave him a vicious grin, when she prepared to kill the man, but the grin turned in shock when a spell disarmed her, she looked behind her, seeing three more guys circling her. She gritted her teeth, these dimwits sneaked in her, but she remembered quickly of her emergency Portkey she always has with her, she went for it but Rookwood jumped on her pinning her down. "Not so cocky now, aren't you, you brat." She cursed inwardly.
Rookwood removed the portkey from her and turned to the new arrivals it was three boys and a girl. Handing the Portkey to Logg.
"You're all on time. The bitch actually killed Omard. Stun her, I will clean this mess." Bellatrix felt her body froze, she could not move anymore.
"Release me, fuckers." She shouted, but her voice stops when another spell hit her.
"Annoying bitch" She recognized this voice, it was a girly voice. It was that bitch Valeria Voth.
"What do we do with her?" Darrell Dime, Bellatrix also recognized his voice.
"Do whatever you want, but make sure she is dead after." Rookwood said frowning.
"Where're you going?" Asked Dime again.
"This need to be reported to our lord immediately." Rookwood informed them
"Alright, and what about the body" Now, this voice she was not so familiar with.
"Leave the body here for now, I'll take care when I get back." Came Rookwood instructions. And before he left, he said to Bellatrix. "You made a great mistake, Black."
There was a brief silence before a new voice ring in her ear identifying himself to her as Lawson Logg. "What do we do?"
"We just kill her." Dime said.
There was a pause before Bellatrix hear Logg whisper. "I want her."
"What?" Dime asked
"I want her" Logg repeated grinning.
"For what?" Bellatrix could hear confusion in Dime's voice.
"For Merlin sake, Logg wants to fuck her." Came Voth distasteful answer, making Bellatrix pale. She didn't care if she died, but be used like this, never. She would fight until her last breath.
"Seriously Logg? She is a child." Came the unknown voice.
"She's hot, and she isn't a child, she's almost fourteen, she walks like she was the most important person in Hogwarts, now we can show her she's just our little bitch." Logg said while laughing.
"I have to agree with him on that, she just a stuck up ass bitch. She thinks she's better than everybody because her last name is Black." Voth scoffed uncaringly.
"And you own me one for the other day Dime." Logg was actually sounding desperate to have his way with her. "I want her first. Then you can kill the little whore.
Dime looked at Bellatrix then huffed. "I never liked the Blacks either." Pondering a little more he agreed. "Fine, let take this upstairs, you do whatever you want, then we kill her."
While all this was happening Bellatrix was trying her best to get off the spell but nothing worked. She would not let them touch her, if she gets out of this damn spell, she would make them suffer.
The group took Bellatrix to what looked like an open warehouse, the place was all messy and dark, it was hard to see, but she could see chairs, tables, bottles and pub things. Logg who was dragging her, pushed her to the main open room throwing her on the floor.
"Look guys this bitch is trying to fight. She is a feisty one." The others gave their unique laughs, with different meanings. Mockery and darkly, it didn't matter, in the end she would stay before their bodies laughing. When she gets off the spell.
"All the Blacks are. Don't you see that first year that hangs out with Potter. She is just like her sister over here, but Potter protects her." Voth snarled.
"When we kill Charlus Potter and show the little boy who is charge, he will cower before us." Came Dime definite answer.
Bellatrix could only hear their conversation while the boy in front of her started to remove his robes. 'Fuck', she shouted inwardly. She foolishly in rage, came to kill them all, just to all go wrong.
In her last moment, in her mind, she actually asked for somebody to come and help her, cursing herself for her weakness. How unlikely 'Bellatrix' that was, she mocked herself.
Before the boy could touch her a sudden light hit him throwing him far off in the room. The other three in the room started immediately to cast their respective spells where the light came, shouting curses at one another and at the attacker as well.
Harry did not have to wait much, the four Slytherins soon arrived at the Three Broomsticks and gone their way towards the current pub owned by the Knights. It was a Wednesday so the streets were a bit crowded making his detection level very low. And he also was hooded, making his face turn into a black hole while using the hood.
It took more or less an hour for the Slytherins to arrive in a deserted alley. The place was so quiet that their voices echoed through the walls of builds surrounding the place. While looking around he could hear their conversation, which consisted in random subjects, but Harry soon the conversation peeked his interest when they started to talk about why they were called there.
"Do you know what the job will be, Dime?" Rowle asked curiously the boy leading them.
"Actually, I think I have an idea. This morning, I asked father what they could be asking us, and he said to me the Knights are after this Half-Blood Auror." He said in a worried tone.
"And, why this seem to unsettle you? Maybe you can't take on a mere Half-Blood." The girl mocked.
Scoffing, Dime replied. "I'm not worried about Newviti. His partner, that's the real problem."
They all raised eyebrows waiting for him to continue. "Charlus Potter."
There was a silence before a loud shout came from the dumb boy. "What? They want us to face Charlus Potter?"
Dime smacking his head bare his teeth at him. "Shut up Logg, want the whole world listen to you?" The glare made Logg quiet down. Calming himself, Dime shook his head. "Maybe they will have a plan to put off Potter, put out him of the way, but if we have to face him, we will. We will follow our Lord orders." They all nodded solemnly thinking about facing someone powerful, like Charlus Potter. It would be a real challenge.
By the time they finished this discussion that made Harry worried and angry, they were standing in front of the pub. It was a two story building, it was old, and clearly not a place where Pure-Bloods would go.
When the four Slytherins entered and vanished from his sight, he started to assess his situation, he searched for wards, escape points and trying to see if the place was a stronghold or just a hideout. He discovered that the place just kept wards up for hide, and he could use magic without repercussions. But the place had only one entrance and one exit, with few windows. It would be hard to escape, if they saw him
Suddenly the front door opened, exiting, Harry saw a middle age man brown hair, fair good looking and noble features. The man, with a quick pace started to leave to a random direction, when he suddenly stopped and started to look around, looking to all of his sides. Harry stiffened when the man's gaze stopped directly at him. But sighed in relief, when the man shrugged and continue on his way.
Harry waited for the man to leave, he was debating with himself if he should follow the man, but when he just Apparated away, he returned his attention to the pub.
After some minutes he moved towards the door, he tried to look inside and saw nothing moving so he slowly opened it. Looking around it, the pub was way better inside than outside but there were somethings that made the place ugly, some chairs tossed on the ground, broken bottles and a… body. Harry stared at the body, he could guess it was the barman by his clothes, Harry looked at it, dumbfounded, something happened and that caused a victim. Harry moved to the barman and confirmed the man's death, he died when he was hit with a spell aimed at his windpipe, crushing it, with the sheer force of the spell while tossing him in counter making his head hit with such power that crushed his skull. And the killer's wand probably, was the one tossed not far from the body, picking the wand up he frowned it seemed familiar wand to him, but he just shrugged off.
Sounds of steps brought his attention to a nearby stair, he moved silently and voices came to his ears, they were laughing at someone, they seemed talk about a girl who was arrogant, it was not something unusual for him to hear some pricks talk about someone, by their backs, but blood come to his eyes when he heard the word rape, and the dots were connected, the wand, moving to a place more 'privately' and the mockery and laugh, the girl was about to be raped. His steps quickly sped up, and when he arrived at end of the stairs, his wand came to his hand and he shot a spell at the half-naked boy who he saw first.
Spells were being fired from all sides, Bellatrix saw the hooded attacker kept dodging and shielding with easy all the spells that were thrown at him, he just defended and dodged, he was clearly powerful why no counter-attack. Like he actually heard her, suddenly he started to counter-attack, he was using the environment as his weapon, he was fighting with simple transfiguration spells and some simple charms. He made the fuckers who capture her stumbled in one another and, in a blink of an eye, what seemed a one-way fight, turned into a show of dark spells aimed to kill versus the simplest ones that's learned in Hogwarts, but with a mastery that she never saw in her life. She was astonished with the attacker's skill his base power was not that incredible but his skills, where eye catching. If she could guess by his high, the attacker must be at her age… or he was a goblin.
She could already have tried to escape, but her eyes could not leave the battle, the attacker he was so… skilled, so her body didn't move. She even considered of helping him, but without a wand and with his abilities, he probably didn't need it.
Voth moved close to a stack of wooden chairs that probably served as extras for the pub, the bastard attacking them was skilled, but she would not let 'a nobody' best her, that was her last thought, before Rowle bumped into her, pushing her backwards making her feel something hot in the back of her neck and suddenly she could not breath anymore. She started to despair, something was wrong, she started choking, then cough making blood come out of her mouth, trying to look down she saw something passing through her neck, glancing upwards while light faded from her eyes, the last thing she saw was a big cabinet falling on top of Rowle.
Bellatrix could not express in words what she was seeing, the attacker just made one of them bump in each other than Transfigurated the chair leg into something sharp before Voth collided with it, stabbing through her neck. Blood, a lot of blood came out of her. It was beautiful.
Rowle bumped into Voth accidentally the bastard was playing with them, so he thought of distancing himself from his other two companions to avoid friendly fire, but it was too late for that when he heard a sickening sound, before turning his head to where the sound came from, just to see Voth choking in her own blood.
Distracting himself proved to be a mistake on his part, he felt his body being thrown in the ground, but before he could think of getting up, a big and heavy cabinet fall direct on his head, there was no pain, just darkness.
Bellatrix was shocked, she never saw such skills in her life. But inside she was grinning viciously and laughing madly, she liked what she was seeing.
Dime in other hand didn't distracted himself, but he curses when he heard his companions stop moving, he knew they were dead and it was all the fault of this… motherfucker in front of him. "What do you want?" Shouted desperately.
The figure didn't give an answer, instead he mocked him instead. "Can't you defeat a half-blood? You think you are all special because of blood? You think bloods means power? I will show you the power of a Half-Blood." And indeed it was the last thing he heard before a he found himself on the ground, his leg bones shattered instantly at the attacker's dark curse. Pain, a lot of pain, but Dime didn't shout he just wait for his death helplessly. The attacker stopped in front of him, then he knelt and said to him. "Your blood is not helping you now, is it?" Dime suddenly found himself being greeted by a girl in a playground, calling him invitingly.
Bellatrix could not stop thinking the things she just heard, another half-blood, this powerful, but she always was told about the blood purity she could not believe it, but her eyes just couldn't stop gleaming while she stared happily at him. Getting up slowly and start walking in his direction, a bolt of freezing energy passed through her body when the attacker turned to her so fast that even his green eyes seemed to let a trail of green bright color, with his wand pointed directly at her.
Neither of them talked but she could hear him mumbling something she couldn't catch.
"Who are you?" She asked. She wanted to know, she needed.
"Where is the girl?" He asked
"What girl?" She confusedly asked.
"Stopping kidding me, Les... Black. The girl that was about to be raped." He knew her? Girl about to be raped? Wait, that was her, so she just looked down to her robes, it was evident, she was the girl. Confused she raised an eyebrow questionably.
He followed her gaze and scoffed. "Bellatrix would never be captured like that." He definitely knew her, she should feel offended, but surprisingly she nodded like a lost puppy, saying. "That's right I was angry and came here while in a daze of fury to kill them, who are you?"
He would have answered her but a groan makes the two of them snap their heads towards the sound. Logg she thought distastefully, the dimwit was still alive. She wanted to kill him, but she felt the urge and need to ask the new arrival what they would do with her almost rapist to be. But a shiver jolted through her spine when she saw the evil grin split to his face. Her legs felt numb when she heard him say time to get some information, then slowly the newcomer make his way to the groaning boy.
Lawson Logg felt his limbs ache, he didn't know what happened, he just felt his mind went dark for a moment, opening his eyes he looked around trying to remember what happened while trying to move… wait, he couldn't move, he was stunned. His mind starting to panicking, his memories start to come back to him, he was at the verge of fuck that little whore that was Bellatrix Black, when a spell hit him. "Wakey, wakey." His head snapped to a boy's voice. What was happening?
"Release me motherfucker. Just you wait, my friends will kill you." He heard the boy snicker slowly stepping of the way, giving him a sickening view, Dime was laying on the ground motionlessly, Rowle with his head crushed under a cabinet and Voth with her neck impaled through a… Transfigurated chair.
"W-what happened?" He dumbly asked.
"Since I already heard your conversations, I shouldn't be impressed, you are quite dumb. So I'm going to enlighten you… I killed them" Madness that was what Logg was thinking.
"Now, I will ask questions and you are going to answer, understand?" Logg did nothing just stared at the dead bodies of his friends. But then he felt a hand slapping his cheek lightly. "Hey, I'm talking to you." His head turned to the boy then he started to shout.
"I'll fucking kill you, bastard, just you wait motherfucker." His swearing turned into an agonizing shout when he felt pain in his knees. He just got hit in the knee by a spell, broken in thousands of pieces
"I will start making the questions now." The boy said in bored tone.
"I will say nothing to you, you little shit." Logg said with all his courage.
The boy emotionless stared at him before picked a cloth, he then moved closer to him and pull his head back making him face the ceiling. He felt the cloth gently cover his face and his vision. Then the cloth started to get wet, and soon he started to choke, with his nose and mouth full of water. He was being drowned by him, shaking he did all he could to make the boy stop, Logg asked for mercy.
"When the attack will be?" The boy's voice was hollowed. But he weared a grin on his face.
Coughing violently, he asked. "Who are you? What do you want?" Wrong thing to say. He passed some more agonizing moments with the cloth on his face.
"Are you going to answer my question or I have to change my methods?"
Coughing more he nodded. "Y-yes, please, just stop." He said breathlessly.
"When will be the attack on Noah Newviti and Charlus Potter?"
"I don't know" he answered truthfully, but his torturer did not seem to like his answer. The boy moved to a near wooden chair with a flick of his wand he broke one of the chair legs and with another movement the leg turned into a metal bar.
Logg started to panic. "Please I really don't know. We would've known by now, if it wasn't for Black being here.
Logg looked around again and saw Bellatrix Black staring at him with a pleased grin on her face, the bitch was liking to see him being tortured.
Bellatrix indeed was grinning with delight at what she was seeing. After she saw the new source of obsession move and started to ask questions she didn't move an inch the only thing moving was the corners of her mouth. But she really wanted to know who her savior was.
"Please I really don't know." The pathetic Logg begged.
"What do you know of Charlus Potter?" She heard her new obsession ask.
"I-I just know he's close to discover some pretty shits that the Knights been doing, what do you wanna know? But it is not Charlus we are after, is Newviti." They were after Charlus Potter partner? Really, are they crazy? Bellatrix frowned "W-wait, I know your voice." She waited in anticipation for him to finish, did he know the guy beside her? But he could not finish, instead of hearing his annoying voice, she heard his agonizing shouts of pain again. A little disappointed she shuddered in pleasure while hearing his screams. Ah, music for her ears.
"I ask the questions here. Who is giving you orders directly? Is it Tom Riddle?" That name, Bellatrix hated that name, the man who tried to trick her saying he had power but he only cowered in some dark pit.
Logg seemed confused, but it was Bellatrix who answered. "I think that would be Roland Rookwood, he was here when I showed up to kill the bastard." Her obsession seemed surprised by that.
"Kill… him?" He tillted his head
She nodded. "Yes, they all lied to me." More confusion could be seen in the bright green eyes coming from his dark hood.
"I knew it. You are the first year bastard. Potter. Hadrian was it." Logg sneered.
Bellatrix froze, Potter? It couldn't be, if was Potter she would know… would she? She knew the Professors praised him, but to turn out to be like this, kill and torture people, she was intrigued. She saw Potter give Logg another hit, making her grin return a little, but turned into a frown when the new arrival's hood went down showing… Hadrian Potter. "Surprise!" Potter mocked.
Her mind was racing. Strong, powerful, skilled, half-blood?, scary, a Potter, and a lot more thoughts ran through her mind before it shattered by the shock of reality. They all lied to her, her own family, the man that promised her power, the world she lived in.
Potter moved to the boy and asked. "Tell me the location of all the Knights hideouts you know."
Logg seemed to regain his courage after seeing Potter. "Fuck you, blood-traitor."
She shivered again after that same evil grin showed on his face. "Actually I'm a half-blood... so how did it feel?"
Logg sprouted a shocked look. "How did I felt? What do you mean? A half-blood? Aren't you Charlus Potter's son"
"How do you feel being tortured and humiliated by one? I'm a half blood, adopted you know and I'm more powerful than you imagine Logg." Her mind seemed to shut down at the same time as Logg's, but she understood better than the stunned Logg. She saw him fight after all, making her see a new light in her dark life, a new truth in her world of lies. Potter, if that was actually his last name, showed her some new interesting things.
"Lies! I refuse to believe I… we lost to a half-blood you just caught us unprepared." Yes, Potter got Logg by surprise, but with the others was a 'fair' fight.
Sighing in annoyance, Potter again Transfigurated some items, a thin stake and a kind of white powder, it seemed salt. "I'm losing my patience Logg." He moved and stabbed him between knee and thigh then poured the salt in the wound. She enjoyed his screams of pain, so much that she shuddered again.
"Tell me where is the other hideouts of the Knights. Or meeting spots, like this one." Potter asked calmly and coldly.
He still was still not giving up. "As I said, Half-blood… Fuck. You." Now, Potter angry and impatient, made Logg desperately scream out of his lungs, she could feel the pain and agony come out of his throat, it was so deliciously good. And if she liked what was happening, Potter provided her with more entertainment than she deserved, when Logg started to beg while Potter said.
"Now you're not that much of a man, are you? When trying to rape a girl, you are 'the big boy', but now look at you, a poor supremacist that is begging to a half-blood stop." Bellatrix screamed in delight inwardly, yes the begging was directed at her now. Logg was apologizing and begging for her forgiveness while yelling at Potter, asking him to stop, she did not know what kind of torture was this, but she like it. It worked efficiently.
But her fun was interrupted when the front door burst open and a lot of steps came running towards them. "What the… Hey" It seemed Rookwood was back with company. Spells were thrown at her, she actually closed her eyes but nothing happened when she felt hands pushing her. She opened again, widening her eyes. A hooded Potter saved her again.
"Here. We need to get out of here." She saw her dear wand came her way, she was impressed with herself at how fast she moved to catch it and stated to fight back. Bellatrix while moving and casting some shield spells, she remembered her Portkey. "Portkey. Logg. Left pocket." She shouted between spells. She quickly pointed at Logg's robes on the ground.
"Cover me." He searched in Logg's pockets quickly while she did what was ordered.
In a span of seconds, the chaos turned into silence. The dark room filled with chairs, cabinets, tables and the pub stuff changed to a sitting room. The angry dark wizards, turned into her aunt Walburga Black and cousin Sirius Black. Bellatrix, Portkeyed them to Grimmauld Place.
Sirius Black was cursing himself, by his stupidity of being caught again, he liked to annoy his mother, but not when it came with pain. He made one of his pranks that actually got her for good, but now she was more furious than ever he was a little afraid of being under some of her dark spells, that brought a lot of pain.
But in the last of his moments two blessed people saved him… actually one blessed person saved him, he corrected himself when he saw that one of them was Bellatrix. The other one was hooded he could not see who he was. Merlin bless you. Then Sirius ran away.
Harry crashed in something when they teleported away, his head was spinning, he never liked teleporting, in any kind of way, and with the adrenaline and some hex spells hitting him, made his ear buzz and his eyes blur. He could hear a distance voice, shouting, but he could not muster what reached his ears. Lifting his head, he saw a woman, that he slightly recognized but his sight still had to recover, but her body movement make him start to worry, she was pissed, pissed directly at him. When he thought of trying to calm the woman down his body start to hurt, a lot. He recognized this… she started using Cruciatus on him, but luck was on his side when a man entered the room yelling to the woman to stop, but just when he shouted again, she stopped.
Harry looked at man, who was scowling towards him, with the wand he moved Harry's hood up, widening his eyes a little bit, the man shouted again making Harry realize his senses were backing to normal.
"Kreacher!" The elf appeared with a bow.
"Yes, Lord Black?"
"Bring Melania down here, and fetch everyone to the meeting room and put the kids together in one room don't let them leave. Bellatrix stays" He said not even paring a glance at the elf who popped to so his Master's bidding. While 'Lord Black' ordered Kreacher, Harry looked around and realized where he recognized the woman from, Walburga Black, a shiver ran through his spine.
Some seconds later the woman Melania arrived and quickly come to his aid asking what happened. Harry just grunted while the woman started to heal him.
"What's your name dear?" Melania asked kindly, but before he could answer Arcturus moved his gaze towards him and said.
"What are you doing here, Potter?" Melania raised a brow while Walburga gasped. Arcturus not waiting for an answer shifted his gaze to Bellatrix. "And what happened to you, Bellatrix?"
Bellatrix did not answer, or rather she did not want to. For two reasons, first she felt betrayed, so she would not give them satisfaction and two, she knew she was foolish going there without permission, even if she was enraged, the Black puniments were very harsh.
Seeing the girl would not answer him he started to move towards her, but whatever he would do to her, was interrupted by Kreacher's arrival.
"Lord Black, the family is gathered."
Looking to the elf he turns to his heels and said before leaving.
"Heal him Melania and bring to the meeting room I want answers. You too Bellatrix, you will tell me what happened, understood?" She slowly nodded. "Come Walburga." And with that he leaved with the witch in tow.
Melania sighed and looked at Potter and asked again. "What's your name dear?"
"Harry ma'am." He said in a low voice.
Nodding she smiled and said. "Let me help you, Harry. For a young man as yourself enduring a Cruciatus, is quite the feat." It took some minutes to Harry could move properly again and think that he was now fucked. He would face the Blacks.
Seated in a semi-circle were the Black family, all facing the young Potter, Bellatrix was ordered to stay and recount the tale, behind the sudden arrival of a wounded Potter and disheveled Black, at their home. Bellatrix was apprehensive, she knew how dumb and foolish she was, to go there without informing anyone or without any approval. She actually was afraid, she didn't want to face any of the older Blacks fury, she had sure her grandfather, aunt or even her father would punish her severely, but surprisingly she didn't regret it. She could see one of the most amazing things in her life until now, but she didn't understand it, how an eleven-year-old boy had so much ability and why he killed and tortured.
Her trail of thoughts was interrupted by the sound of her grand-uncle's claring his throat.
"Tell me boy, what happened and why are you here?" It was a calm voice, clearly he was trying to find what happened.
Bellatrix looked at Potter and she saw in the corner of his eyes staring at her, but it was soon redirected to her great-uncle.
"I was trying to spy on the Knights when I saw Bellatrix and some others talking, I got caught and fought to get out of there using Bellatrix as a shield then I saw the Portkey and we got here." He said with a plain face, such ridiculous lie, Bellatrix looked at Lord Black and saw the dissatisfaction, but what made her almost facepalm herself, was the believing looks of some others, like her aunt
"You dare!" Walburga tried to get up but was held by Orion. "You dare to go and spy on our allies." But her shouting was interrupted.
"Are you mocking me, boy?" Arcturus looked at his eyes with piercing a gaze, while the Potter stared back. "Do you think I'm some kind of idiot? Start telling the truth or you shall face the consequences, understood?"
Potter stayed in silence for a moment then took a deep breath and his eyes shadowed. "The spying part was true. When I got, the front bar was a mess, the barman was dead." He paused for a brief second, all the Blacks looking quite surprised. "I wanted to gather information about a possible attack on my father, but it turned out in an attempt to rape." He looked at Bellatrix who cringe. "But I kill three of them, and stopped anything bad happen to her."
"Lies!" Walburga shouted. "He is just a boy, how could he kill a trained Knight? He is obviously lying." But with Bellatrix's nod in confirmation, Arcturus put an stop at the shrieking Walburga.
"Shut up Walburga." The woman instantly closed her mouth but the angry sneer at the end proved more than sufficient of her distaste for Potter.
"I see... " Arcturus responded before looking at Bellatrix. "You should be punished; do you know what you just did girl?" It was a low but threatening voice. She winced and kept quiet. "Why you were there?" She kept silent
"Don't believe him, my niece would never betray her family, she clearly was there to ensure our position as the Knights allies. As we already should have." Walburga again opened her mouth.
Arcturus would shout at the witch and tell her how wrong she was, but a scoff from Potter brought all of the attention to him.
"Want to tell me something, you blood traitor." Walburga growled at him.
"You're an hypocrite, ma'am." He glared at her.
Walburga not fazed at all, snapped. "Watch your tone boy, we pure bloods are better, more powerful, and the ones who should stay on our feet, while all of 'mudbloods' and you traitors should be on your knees."
Bellatrix heard him give a weak mocking laugh, Walburga would shout again but his sudden moment towards his wand made everybody stiffen and move to their own wands, excluding Arcturus, who was very composed and calm.
Arcturus knew if Potter tried to harm them the house defense would make sure to kill him and protect all the Blacks, and he knew Potter wasn't that stupid.
Bellatrix also didn't react at the apparent sudden threat, she just kept staring intently and curiously. When Potter showed he would not try anything stupid, all of them relaxed.
Bellatrix saw him also moved the other hand to his pocket removing a Knut, with a quickly move of his wand he 'Transfigurated' the coin to a needle. He moved the needle to the end of his fingertip and give a little stab making a drip of blood fall in the ground giving a clearly view of what he did, to everyone in the room.
Potter then stared at her aunt Walburga. "Tell me ma'am, what color do you see?" He asked with an innocent smile on his face.
Bellatrix frowned, she didn't understand what he was trying to say or do. Her attention doubled when she heard her aunt answer it with a scoff. "What's this? Do you think I'm dumb boy, it's red."
Then she saw it. That look he had on his face on the first day at Hogwarts in the common room. She felt uncomfortable, maybe it was fear, but that look, it also felt so enticing that she could not stop the thrill she felt at the moment, even if it was for just a second.
But the look he was making now, was a little different, it was ten time worse than the first time she saw it. And it make her shudder.
"Yes red. Now tell me ma'am, if I slit your throat right here and now, what color you'd see while your blood spill in the dirty ground?" Everyone froze, Bellatrix could feel the temperature of the room turn frosty. He just said he would kill her aunt, threatened her family.
But she didn't care, in the darker corner of her mind she was laughing maniacally. Images of him slitting her aunt's throat were playing in her mind, while she just stared at him with an admiring gaze on her face. But then the images suddenly changed to her killing her aunt before presenting the bloody dagger to him. Fortunately for her no one could see the flushed face and the high-pitched breathing she was making.
The rest of the room, were all stunned, even Arcturus, he didn't imagine the boy would be so bold to actually threaten Walburga in their home, while mocked about the blood falling in the dirt floor. Making an irony
"What color?" He asked again. "Perhaps you are very dumb." The boy was very bold.
Walburga wanted to scream and curse him but his eyes didn't let her. She was frozen with his piercing gaze.
But the silence of the Blacks was broken by someone that no one imagined would do it, even Harry.
"Red" Bellatrix answered for all of them, with somewhat a proud tone, expecting to be praised by answering correctly. But unfortunately for Bellatrix this feeling vanished instantly, when she saw again the corner of his eyes glare at her for a very brief second. It was that glare, that piercing glare she found enticing but now it was directed at her, almost saying she should stay quiet and talk when ordered to, shuddering, her body wanted to move and kneel in front of him while plead for his forgiveness.
But the sensation vanished when he smiled shifting his gaze again, making her sigh in relief. "It seems your niece is smarter than you, ma'am. Yes, it is red. You, a pure-blood and me a half-blood…" Gasps were heard. "…have the same blood color. In this aspect I'm no different than you, ma'am. Now if you want to measure our powers, feel free to challenge me." Walburga wanted to, but something told her not to.
Everyone stopped, Arcturus actually cursed under his breath not believing even a second that the boy had guts to tell this in their faces. While the others started to shout about him lying or letting a half-blood entering their homes. The only ones beyond Arcturus who were just staring were Melania, Cassiopeia and Bellatrix. With different emotions.
"Are you threatening my family, Potter?" Arcturus recomposed himself quickly and asked in cold voice.
Potter shook his head. "You misunderstood me, Lord Black. I was just stating facts."
"Facts? And what this fact would be" This time was Orion inquiring the boy with a deep frown.
"Simple, she thinks she is all powerful but clearly don't know that in the end she is just like all the 'mudbloods' and blood traitors she talked about. I dare to say the muggles are stronger than her." Potter shrugged nonchalantly.
Walburga finally snapping out of the shock shouted again. "How dare you say this? I am better than the 'mubloods', I am more powerful than any of them, they should kneel and crawl like dogs at my feet." The other Blacks looked at her surprise by the dark tone voiced.
"I agree with you when you say about being better in some aspects than them, but when it comes to kill and destroy, the muggles, are definitely better." Potter furrowed his brow a bit.
"Lies!" again she shouted, but her husband seemed more intrigued, by the boy's certainty.
"Why you say that?" Orion inquired
"Well, because it's true. It is in the muggle history. While we have magic and the wonders of the magical world, we have an easier life so to speak, but the muggles have the powerful and destructive power with their technology." Everyone looked dubiously at Potter. "While they advance and evolve we stay stuck in time."
Sighing heavy. "I understand the wizarding world was in a war against Grindelwald, but the muggle world, was also in a war at the same time as you all know." Everyone nodded, they knew about the war but not the details. "What you all don't know, is the reasons for the deaths of a lot of destruction in their world, like Grindelwald, they wanted to be better than others.
"Can any of you tell me what do you know about the Japanese wizarding community?" Potter asked with curiosity evident in his voice.
"That, they are 'mudbloods loving' traitors" Ah, sweet Walburga, always yelling.
"Be quiet woman, I've had enough already. Orion shut your damn wife." And Orion did what he was told and casted a silence spell in her, who glared back at him in response.
Then Arcturus, with his knowledge spoke. "Well the Japan, for what I known, because of some my colleagues, they value their family ancestry as we do, but with a little difference, they don't concern themselves with blood status."
Potter nodded. "And why do you think a lot of this families let everything behind and moved to Europe and other places to live, with nothing more than what they were wearing?"
"I heard they were realizing the importance of blood status and wanted to ally themselves with houses, like ours. They wanted to start anew, be like us." This time it was Melania's soft voice.
"And do you believe in that, ma'am?" Potter asked with an amused smile, knowing her answer already.
"Honestly? No, I don't" She shook her head with a thoughtful frown.
"You see Lady Black, they came because their homes and families were all destroyed by muggles" Before they could protest or shout obscenities at him, he continued. "They destroyed unintentionally. Aiming to the muggle world, unfortunately we wizards and witches are part of their world."
Druella was next to ask a question. "They are dead? And how?"
Potter grimaced while nodding. "A bomb. Actually two bombs." They didn't seem impressed by that, but his next words made them pale. "Two bombs, one for a different city. Almost everything was turned to ashes. A lot of people died. I dare to say Japan is still trying to regain they former cities while we talk. The Ito's, a friend's family, was from one of this cities."
There was a lingering silence in the room, Arcturus looked at his family, they didn't want to believe it, but there were evidences, and even if they didn't like the muggle history, it was there. They all knew this was all true.
Swallowing a bit Cygnus make himself known. "So we are weaker than them, is that what are you implying?
"Individually we are stronger, we have magic after all. But muggle with their technology and higher numbers, we would be exterminated if tried to make them kneel. They would hunt us like animals." Before anyone could talk he continued. "If it was centuries ago, we would be stronger, while they used swords and arrows, but now they have guns, bombs and a lot of deathly gadgets." He finished sighing a little.
"He's lying. He's just a boy. He knows nothing." Pollux spoke with a distaste in his voice. "Brother, he's trying to deceive us."
"Am I? You all know I am telling the truth, if you think we are better than muggles and muggleborns, when you all go there trying to show your power, our world would be destroyed, it all will turn into Salem over again." Salem was very known tale, even if the muggles killed their own, they eventually found some true witches and burned them in stakes.
Arcturus stared at the boy then looked around again to see some reactions. Some of his family member were skeptical and doubting the boy like his son Orion, but Melania seemed to believe in Potter.
Before Arcturus could speak, Cassiopeia talked for the first time. "You said you're a half-blood what you mean by that? Are you trying to say you're not Dorea's son, or maybe just Dorea's." If Dorea heard that, she would be very angry.
Potter shook his head. "Mother and Father adopted me. My birth father never had the time to raise me properly, he was Hitwizard. While he did his job, he took me alongside him while never knowing his true name, I had to call him by his fake names to hide his identity, if I was captured I would know nothing about him. But he died two years ago and Charlus who knew him, took me in." Arcturus was actually impressed by the story he made it was simple, but believable."
"And how do you know you're half-blood?" She almost asked frowning still not convinced.
"He blamed me for mother's death, she was a muggle and he was pure-blood, he always talked about it while blaming me. But blood it is not important here, you all can deny it, but I'm a Potter now." He stated firmly, while Cassiopeia nodded satisfied by his answer.
Arcturus frowned, why Potter was telling his family all of this. "Why are telling us this boy. If you kept quiet and just said you were they son by blood, we would believe you." And before Potter could speak again Arcturus advised him again in cold tone. "And don't try to lie again boy."
Open and closing his mouth several times everyone could hear him sigh. Bellatrix was now paying even more attention. He was proud of being a Potter she could see that, but she could not see why, he was revealing so much to them. She wanted to understand why.
Tanking a deep breath and waiting a moment before answering, Potter said. "I'm trying to get you one my side and open your minds to the obvious." Arcturus cursed under his breath, now he realized what the boy wanted to do. But before he could say anything his son opened his mouth
"In your side? What are you talking about?" Almost every Black, was staring at him blankly now.
Bellatrix saw him give them a hard look, her eyes still didn't leave him, she wasn't even blinking. She was starting to understand now.
"You all know we are the verge of another war and the rise of a new Dark Lord. And I will definitely not bow to the dark and I will not follow the light. Dumbledore, he is to manipulative for my tastes." All of the seemed surprised by that. A Potter going against Dumbledore, it was unimaginable.
"So you're trying to say to us stay neutral as well?" It came Cygnus curious question.
Arcturus heard him chuckle weakly. "No." Potter shook his head. "The option to stay neutral is the worst one can make in this situation, a lot of people will die." They all knew this as well, they already experienced a war, but they didn't not know the damage Voldemort would cause. Then Potter took a deep breath and said.
"I won't bow to the Dark and not follow the Light, so I will raise the Gray and make my own side on this war. I have my dreams to this world and I will protect my family, I will kill, I will torture and I will destroy if needed. But I won't let some blood supremacist who is actually a half-blood destroy all I hold dear." He gave a deep breath that was heard in the stunned silence. "From this day onward, I declare myself as... the Gray Lord!"
Arcturus was cursing endlessly now, the boy was unpredictable he never imagined him to declare himself a leader so fast, and the representative of one of the sides of the war. Potter had the Blacks wrapped in his finger since the start and Arcturus himself, gave Potter the liberty to make his speech. First he threatens them and show his knowledge and possible power, to draw their attention. Then he tells some truths about himself, making all off them curious and wanting to know more. And then Potter finished with this declaration, firmly stating he was family and that he was a Potter no matter where he came from. Arcturus just listened to all of this without doing nothing.
Again, Arcturus turned a little reluctantly to see his family's reaction.
Pollux, Irma and Walburga started laughing comically, but in Walburgas case no sound was coming out of her mouth, she was still under the spell.
Melania was frowning but with proud gaze, he guessed it was because, what Potter mentioned about protecting his family.
Cassiopeia had this glint on her eyes showing respect.
Orion was a little different, his son was very easy to persuade, after all he was convinced to marry Walburga, his cousin. So he could see mixed feelings in him.
Cygnus was also frowning, he wanted to but couldn't laugh, the boy just saved his daughter of being raped, so his eyes showed respect.
Druella was on the same boat as Cygnus and Melania, her eyes showed respect and a little bit of admiration on it. But it was not sufficient for her to approve of what his was saying.
Then he turned to the last person in the room, his great-niece Bellatrix. When his eyes laid on her, he knew she was already lost. Potter speech snared her completely. Arcturus saw that eyes already, it was the same fucking eyes that he saw in Potters memories, the big difference, was that Bellatrix gaze, was directed to Potter instead of Riddle. It was devotion, her eyes held utter adoration and devotion in Potters direction.
But Arcturus did not want to believe it, so he swallowed hard opening and closing his mouth several times. After he saw those memories, he sworn to himself not to let anyone of his family, be turned like this.
"Bellatrix." Arcturus called her, but she was still looking at him, not even listening. If it was five minutes ago she would respond immediately.
Shadowing his eyes, he tried again in a questioning tone "Bellatrix?" But still nothing she was still looking at him with those eyes, with that damn flushing face and a semi slacked jaw.
Losing his patience, he shouted. "Bellatrix." Making her head snap to his direction. But he wished it didn't, because now he was certain that he lost her to Potter.
When her head turned to face him, for a brief moment, just the briefest of the moments he could see a mixture of emotion he never saw in her before, and it was directed at him.
Annoyance, displeasure and a little anger, he could not guess what it was specifically.
Bellatrix was amazed by him and his words, it was wonderful indeed, he could be a half-blood she didn't care anymore, because he was different from the Slytherin Heir, Dumbledore and her family, the difference was he showed he had power, he came forward and state his views, objectives and he killed and tortured someone in front of her. Thinking back on his piercing eyes she shuddered in anticipation.
At first she was just impressed and wanted to know more, just for her own curiosity. But now she wanted to be part of his world and his dreams. He was so incredible… She would continue her trail of thoughts, if it wasn't for an annoying dimwit, calling her name and wanting to have her attention. But her mind suddenly came to a stop, when she realized that dimwit was Lord Black, even if she didn't respond vocally his summoning, she just stared at him holding her breath.
Arcturus wanted to scoff loudly but held his urges. "Bellatrix, we already have your side of the tale, now go to your room we need discuss this matter." Maybe he made another mistake, just maybe.
If the look in her eyes were not enough signs to him, about losing her to Potter, the action she took, was the final straw. Bellatrix didn't leave immediately, she was having doubts what to do, so she looked at him then shifted to Potter several times as if asking the boy, permission to leave, Arcturus smiled a little triumphantly when she reluctantly raised from her seat and gave a bow receding to his orders, but his smile faded when the bow was slight towards to the boy's direction. "Please, excuse me." Then she leaved the room.
But what made Arcturus want to shout and laugh in desperate amusement was that Potter didn't seem to catch any of her actions. He could count that as a win.
After Bellatrix was gone, Arcturus took another deep breath and said. "Be gone boy, and don't come here uninvited again, this time you are under the guest law, because of the Portkey. But we will remember of this little talk we had her, what you just did was very dangerous and you have to wait for our answer." Harry slowly got up gave them a courtesy bow and hissed something in Parseltongue then vanished through the Floo while grinning, leaving the Black family stunned in place with their mouths hanging open, while Arcturus cursed mentally, again.
Exiting the room Bellatrix was trying to contain her anger. Her own family was laughing at him, denying him and above all denying her right to listen to his words, but it didn't matter, she heard enough. With Hadrian Potter in her mind she walked with shaking legs towards her room.
Grimmauld Place was always a dark place to live in, but it could get lively sometimes with the amount of people who lived here. Passing between the different paintings and the family tapestry, where she came to a stop, Bellatrix looked with a somberly face while sneering at reh various names plastered on the wall, with such distaste and disgust that even she was impressed. Her own family saying that blood means power, and Hadrian Potter proved otherwise. They lied to her, she could see that now. The only one who showed power and reality to her until now was Hadrian Potter.
With some minor thoughts she walked in the direction of her room, when she opened she was welcomed by her two sisters and two cousins.
Her middle sister Andromeda was frowning worriedly and the youngest Narcissa was clinging to Andromeda afraid of something trembling slighly.
As for her two cousins, Sirius Black a 6 year-old boy was looking at her questioningly. The 4-year-old Regulus Black was just standing in one of the corners staring at her with confused face.
"Bella!" Her two younger sister came and hugged her.
"What happened? We heard screams and loud noises." Inquired Andromeda nervously.
Sighing Bellatrix shoved her two sisters lightly of her and sat on her bed before speaking. "Hadrian Potter is here, aunt Walburga put him under the Cruciatus earlier because of a misunderstanding." None of them seemed to catch the venom in her voice when she said her aunt's name. "Because of me." The last sentence was said too quietly to any of them hear her.
"Mother did? Really?" Sirius asked frowning.
"Yeah cousin, your mommy did, without any good reason." Bellatrix answered in her annoying childlike voice.
Sirius frowned a little upset by the way she answered. "I don't like when she does that either. Remember me to thank him later, he saved my ass." He said smiling not understanding the seriousness of the situation
"What's a Cruciatus?" Came Regulus question.
Andromeda, ignoring Regulus question, made her own. "Harry's here? Why? When?"
Bellatrix was getting more annoyed now, because of her questions. She was actually jealous at her sister. Andromeda spent more time with him, at first she didn't care, she was just a little angry about being letting aside and being exchanged for other people, over all she did not give a damn to Potter. But now, Andromeda spent more time with him, she knew more about him than her and he eventually would prefer her sister over herself. Bellatrix was very jealous.
Therefore, her response was short and blunt. "Yeah Andikins, now could you leave me alone. I have a lot to think about."
Raising an eyebrow her sister asked. "Are you alright, Bella?"
Gritting her teeth, she almost shouted. "Get the fuck out. All of you"
The other four surprised by this stared at her before turning to leave. Before they leaved Bellatrix could hear Sirius say. "So stingy!"
Cursing under her breath she lied down on her bed with her face on the pillows. They are all dimwits and liars, that's what they are. That was her last thoughts about the world she lived in before shifting to something more to her liking.
Hadrian Potter the person who caught her interest and showed his power there in the face of her family and declared himself the Gray Lord. Her new obsession.
Leaning her head on the pillows, she fell asleep thinking that if Potter gave her the power and showed even more those wonders she saw today, she would dedicate everything to him, magic, body, soul and mind. She would serve her Lord well.
Tom Riddle walked to the pub that his Knights owned, it was a despicable place, nasty place with little protection, but it was isolated and very well concealed area. Early in the day Rookwood, one of his most trusted servants, came to him informing something that made him mad, furious actually. Bellatrix Black knows about him, to what extent, he didn't know but she knows too much. Not too much time later he was informed again by Rookwood that was an attack at the pub and Bellatrix Black escaped.
Entering the in building he looked around and saw Rookwood and some more wizards standing there making a light discussion.
"Rookwood." He called the man who stiffened.
Turning to his master, Rookwood bowed. "Yes, my Lord"
In a second, Tom Riddle invaded Rookwood's mind, he saw the girl mocking him, saying openly his name and calling him a coward. He was enraged, but did not showed openly. The Blacks would be a great asset for him and he had to persuade them to accept an 'alliance' with him, he wanted the girl dead, but the House of Black was more important now. Deciding what to do he looked at the groaning Rookwood. "It's time, Rookwood. It's time for Lord Voldemort rise and bring the world to its knees."
The world once again would witness the rise of a Dark Lord. And all those who opposed him shall be exterminated.
AN: Just to tell you all that my main language is not English, but please give me feedback and what I need to improve, thank you!