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Harry played with Bella's locks as he told her all about his time with Voldemort. Bella stroked his hair and Harry felt unbelievably soothed. His eyelids fluttered shut and he was dimly aware of his voice getting slurred and his words tripping over one another as he told her the last part. He heard Bella chuckle and press a kiss to his cheek as she shushed him with a finger on his lips,
"Just sleep, sugar."
And he did just that.
She couldn't help but feel concerned as she stroked Harry's raven black locks. It was difficult to comprehend The Dark Lord's behaviour. He had wanted Harry dead and now he was pursuing him and propositioning him. Was this another game? Was this just another way to break Harry? She wrapped her arms around him protectively and kissed his hair. If it was up to her, she wouldn't let him anywhere near The Dark Lord…in fact, she would take him far away from here if she could. This wasn't right. Harry was too young, too innocent, too pure for this. What would The Dark Lord gain by sullying him? But she knew that he was a twisted and evil man. She had seen the extent of his cruelty and sadism and it made her shudder when she imagined Harry in his clutches.
Dawn was approaching fast, she was about to pick Harry up in her arms when The Dark Lord appeared and signalled her to move aside. She bit back a gasp when she noticed the colour of his eyes. All the death eaters had retreated to their coffin so they were the only one's present. She could only stand by and watch as The Dark Lord sat down on the couch and pulled Harry's head in his lap,
"You may leave, Bella. Your presence is no longer required."
She couldn't leave Harry with him. The lust in his gaze was unmistakeable. Her heart threatened to beat out of her chest as she imagined all the things, The Dark Lord could do to Harry. She collapsed on her knees and pleaded,
"Please, Master. Please, don't hurt him."
The Dark Lord looked up and the sight of his brown eyes unsettled her,
"Why would I would hurt him?"
She lowered her gaze and spoke,
"Because you wish to kill him, My Lord."
The Dark Lord chuckled darkly and stroked Harry's hair,
"I wished to kill him. I, no longer intend to."
She bit her lip but knew that it had to be said,
"Master, your sexual advances unsettle him."
The Dark Lord leaned back on the couch and Harry moaned in his sleep as he tugged roughly on Harry's locks. That small action enflamed her down to her very soul and she pushed his hand away from his hair and took him in her arms. Ignoring the Dark Lord's murderous glare, she carried Harry back to the room. She knew she was going to be punished for this and she just wouldn't allow The Dark Lord to hurt Harry. It was utterly unacceptable. She laid him down in the coffin, wrapped the blanket around him and got in beside him. Harry instantly clung to her and she rubbed soothing circles on the small of his back with one hand while she soothed his scalp with the other until dawn arrived and she fell asleep.
He was utterly furious with Bellatrix. How dare she disobey him? How dare she defy him? He grabbed one of the inmates from the cage, threw him on the couch, where Harry had been laying mere minutes ago and snapped his fingers to conjure a knife. The inmate seemed to know what was about to happen to him because he instantly began to writhe on the couch and struggled fruitlessly to get away. He grabbed him by the throat and ripped off his dirty shirt with his other. Grabbing the dagger, drew a long line starting from his sternum and ending a little below his navel. The inmate screamed and writhed as blood began to flow down his torso. He straddled him and held him still as he ran the knife starting from his right nipple and ending on his left. He relished the man's screams and vanished the knife before subjecting him to the cruciatus. The man bucked and writhed uncontrollably under him and continued to scream at the top of his lungs.
He licked his lips when he imagined how Harry would react when he would teach him the curse. He lifted the curse with a flick of his wrist and wrapped his fingers around his throat. He closed his eyes as he felt the inmates pulse thrumming underneath his fingertips. Such power. He squeezed and the man's mouth opened and closed like a dying fish, struggling to breathe. He felt his hands grip his, trying to pry away his fingers and he laughed. He could end it all with a curse, but that would be over too soon. He needed to get his frustration out. He would make Bella pay for that little stunt. How dare she challenge him? He relinquished his hold on the man's throat and allowed him a minute to breathe before closing his fingers around his throat again. And then there was Harry.
Harry…so bloody infuriating…Why wouldn't he just admit it? He had seen the desire in his eyes…he had seen the way his body responded to his touch. Why was Harry so adamant on denying them both the pleasure they craved so much? He could tie him up and take him by force but he did not enjoy Harry's tears and his despair like he once had. Harry had the innate ability to brighten up a room with his smile. He was beautiful and never failed to astound him with his innocence. He imagined what would have happened if he had managed to kill him and shuddered. He couldn't imagine the castle without Harry's light now and he yearned to claim it and make it his own.
He shook away his thoughts as opened his eyes to be met by the sightless ones of the inmate. He shoved him away and rose to his feet. In a way, he understood Bella's protectiveness and admired it but her insolence needed to be punished and he would make a public display of it. Come to think of it, it had been far too long since he had gathered all the creatures together. He was certain Harry would be utterly captivated by it.