Challenge Accepted!

by Herochick007

This is will be series of one shots for various challenges from the forums, including ones from The Golden Snitch forum and Harry Potter Fanfiction Challenges forum. These will include different pairings, AUs, and anything else that the forums ask. Any warnings will be posted in the author's note.

95. Loyalty

This is for the Hogwarts School of Witchcraft and Wizardry

Assignment #9

Wandlore – Wand Woods

Task #1 - Alder: Write about loyalty

Hogwarts Gym

Burpees - Write about someone in the occupation, Auror. (does not have to be canon)

Insane Prompt Challenge

24: Word -

Flippant - not showing a serious or respectful attitude

Word count: 353

Bellatrix danced in her cell to unheard music.

"He's going to save me," she sang. "I'll never tell my Lord's secrets, you can torture me, but I'll love the pain." She did this every other day or so. Her voice echoing through the stone prison. She never tried to escape. Never gave a straight answer to any question asked. The guards watched as she was pulled from the cell by Auror Moody for interrogation.

Bellatrix was placed in a hard chair. Her feet and wrists were shackled to the chair. She smiled at Moody, tilting her head from side to side like a predator playing with its prey.

"I won't talk. I'll never tell my Lord's secrets." Moody studied her for a moment.

"Your lord who has left you locked in Azkaban for nearly a decade? Your lord who is dead and gone? He doesn't give a crap about you Bellatrix, he never did. How many of his followers are locked here because of their perverted loyalty to him?"

"You will never make me tell," she whispered, glaring at him through half closed eyes. "You want names? I know them all! And I'll never, never tell," she laughed throwing her head back. Moody sighed, he'd known this probably going to be a waste of time. He didn't know why they even wanted him to try and talk to this insane witch.

"Take her back to her cell," he ordered. Bellatrix was yanked to her feet. The guards undid the shackles holding her to the chair.

"Moody, hey, Moody, wanna know a lil secret?" she whispered as she was walked past him. He motioned for guards to stop.

"Yes, Mrs. Lestrange?"

"He's not dead, Moody. My Lord is alive and he's coming to free me, and all those loyal to him, only to him. You'll seeee," she laughed as she was yanked from the room. Moody watched them lock her back in her cell. Her laughter echoing through the halls. He shuddered. The very idea that You Know Who could, would, come back. That was scarier than her undying, and frankly insane, loyalty to man.