It had been a week since Bellatrix found out it was Harry Potter in the other cell. And she could safely say, he was in constant hell.
She doesn't know what the Dementors were doing. But it seemed to cause constant pain to him. And when he described the pain, she took in a sharp intake of breath. He just described the cruciatus curse.
But he also explained like they were trying to pull something out of him. Something latched onto his core, his very being.
Somehow, the Dementors are casting their own version of the curse, but at the same time, not the same curse. Because it apparently started out with just a throbbing headache, now, he's hurting.
She was currently watching him shake and twitch from the last session with the Dementors. And he's not doing too hot.
"Potter," she tried to get his attention.
He just continued to shake and twitch, mumbling to himself.
"Potter."
Nothing.
"Harry!"
He flinched violently and looked up. He held himself like he was trying to protect himself.
Like she was going to hurt him. Yes, she would have. But she's been watching this for a week. And she's not liking it.
He was meant to be the chosen one. The one to protect the light. But they threw him into Azkaban because he was becoming too independent. Because he didn't want to be on a leash. Because he didn't want to kill anyone.
"Harry, I'm not going to hurt you. I might be insane, but I do have morals." She spoke to him quietly and gently.
"Everyone hurts me. No one cares. And you won't be any different." His voice raspy from both screaming and hardly any use.
She felt her chest tighten at his words. She didn't know why. And it made her frown.
"What makes you think I'm going to hurt you. I'm without my magic and we're in different cells."
"You'll figure something out, you're Bellatrix fucking Lestrange. Besides, I'm used to it. Being lied to, being hurt…being beaten."
"Harry…you were…you were beaten? Its against the law to intentionally harm a magical child, magical children are cherished in the wizarding world, it's punishable by death depending by the extent." Her voice small, quiet.
He looked at her with hesitant eyes. "Near death, multiple times, starved, I've got the scars to prove it."
"Most definitely death." She looked sad. A look not known for her.
He gave out a raspy laugh. "Yet the light did nothing. Dumblefuck knew I was abused. He was the one that left on my abusive muggle relatives doorstep. In the middle of the night!"
"Harry…"
"As you can see, nobody loves me. And nobody ever will."
"The Dark side will." Give her a break, she saw an opportunity and took it.
"The Dark side is currently trying to kill me if you haven't noticed."
"Not right now, if you're in Azkaban, that's a clear sign that the Light doesn't want you anymore. The Dark Lord has spoken of leaving you be. But with me being in here, he will come. And he will see your condition."
He looked at her before turning back to the wall and curling up. She sighed, but moved back to sit against the wall.
She was serious when she said the Dark Lord wasn't exactly looking to kill him right now. He saw no point in killing Harry Potter if he wasn't being the Light's weapon.
She closed her eyes with a sigh and sat there. She stayed like that, for a long while. Until she felt the unforgiving chill of the Dementors. That was when she snapped her eyes open.
They were here early. And by Harry's rigid but shaky form, he knew they were here early as well.
She can never forget his blood curdling screams. They way his body continues to twitch and flinch. And the way the Dementors don't care.
*four months*
Bellatrix stared as Harry giggled and talked to himself. He occasionally would look at her and would ask her opinion on something, usually how to take care of someone on the Light side.
He sometimes had a crazed and deranged look in his eyes, and sometimes he looks like the same boy she met four months ago. It sure as hell didn't help that the Dementors don't feed him.
He was literally skin and bones. He apparently was small and thin before this. Now he's just small, there is no fat on that boy's body.
They were both sitting in their cells. Bellatrix mediating, something Harry recommended to her before…well before he is what he is now. Harry was using a rock to sketch out his plans.
They both paused when they felt the magic shift. A very strong magical presence was on the island. A very familiar magical presence to Bellatrix.
The crazed smile that appeared on her face would almost scare anybody. But Harry is slightly crazed right now, so he didn't react besides a little giggle.
"My Lord is here."
Harry's eyes widened before he smiled a similar smile. He dropped his head back, opened his mouth, and let out a Black grade cackle. A cackle that even sent a tingling feeling down Bellatrix's spine.
He even unknowingly sent chills down some Death Eaters spines that came with their Dark Lord. "Do you think that's Bella?" Nott Sr. asked.
"No." That was the simple answer Lord Voldemort gave before carrying on.
They made it to where they were keeping Bellatrix. When they got there, they were not expecting a soft smiling Bellatrix.
She was, in fact, smiling softly at Harry. His cackle had been reduced to insane giggles.
"Harry."
That made everyone else too turn and look at the other cell. And they saw the Boy-who-lived in the other cell. Literally just skin and bones.
"Yes Bella~." Small giggles escaped as he tried to stop himself.
"Do you know who's here?"
He turned and looked at the group. His eyes seemed so much bigger and greener without his glasses, and the fact that his face is sunken in.
He blinked at the group before turning back to her. He gave a little pout.
"This is where we say goodbye…Isn't it?"
He looked so heart broken. He looked broken in general. But he looked much worse with that sad look in his eyes. She hadn't seen him sad in three and a half months.
He gave her a shaky smile before shakily making his way to his corner and curling up. He didn't have to hear her say it, he knew she was leaving.
"Can you…Can you curse them for me…The Light." He looked at her before turning back to the wall.
Bellatrix looked towards her Dark Lord. A pout on her lips. "I know he's meant to be your 'nemesis' but can we keep him. I mean, look at him. I doubt he wants to fight against you."
"Bella." Voldemort sighed.
"You didn't spend the past four months with him. You don't know what I've seen happen to him." This was the first time she was going to go against him.
He sighed again, and rubbed his temples. He looked back at Harry, who hadn't moved, before looking back at Bella.
"Is he really that important to you?"
"I wouldn't be going against you on this if it wasn't."
He sighed again, because she was right. If it wasn't that important, she wouldn't be making a big deal.
"Fine, but you take responsibility for him."
Bella nodded happily, and finally stepped out of her cell, refusing to leave without Harry.
"You know, I'm not a dog." Everyone but Bella and Voldemort jumped at Harry's raspy voice. That caused him to let out another Black cackle.
"How in the ever loving bloody fuck can he cackle like that," Gibbon asked.
"Believe it or not, his Grandmother on his Father's side was a Black," Bellatrix smiled her smile," meaning we are cousins in some way, but I insist on him calling me Aunty Bella like Draco."
"We don't have time for this, Bellatrix, grab the boy and let's go." Voldemort turned and stalked off, everyone, minus the female, following.
Bellatrix opened his cell and walked in. "Harry. Are you coming?"
He looked at her blankly. "They don't want me to come."
"But I do."
"I don't understand why."
"Because I understand that you don't deserve to be in here. Now," she gently grabbed his arm," come on."
Just like that, she dragged him out of his cell, and out of Azkaban.
"Are you ready?" Voldemort raised a nonexistent eyebrow.
"Yes my Lord." Bella smiled.
"Then grab onto someone and apparate."
Bella nodded and looked down at Harry. "Nott." She looked at Nott senior as she spoke. "You take Harry, and don't try anything, or I'll make you regret it." She smiles ever so sweetly.
Said male gulped and nodded, offering his arm to the young boy. Harry blinked at him before hesitantly grabbed the offered arm. And there's that horrid feeling.
He took in air as soon as they landed. He closed his eyes and pushed away from Nott Sr. He grabbed his head as he let out a grunt of pain.
"I thought you were bringing just my sister to me." Harry looked slightly where the voice was at.
Narcissa Malfoy was making her way to the swaying Harry. He flinched away from her as he realized how close she was.
"We did. But she insisted on bringing Potter." Voldemort was, again, rubbing his temples.
"Harry, do you think you could let my dear sweet sister check you over?"
Harry eyed Narcissa with an unreadable look. But Bella understood that look. She kneeled down in front of him. When he sat down on the floor? He has no idea. It was probably when the headache worsened.
"I promise she won't do what the Dementors did." That was the softest Narcissa has ever heard her sister.
"No curse?"
"No curse."
"Fine."
She smiled as she helped him up. She looked at her sister. "Careful with him."
She watched her nod and guide Harry out of the room.
"Now," she froze as her Lord spoke," you are going to explain exactly what happened within the four months you were in there. And hopefully the six he was."
She turned to him with a dark glint in her eyes. "Of course my Lord." They walked off to his study. She readily explained exactly what she had seen.
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