WARNING: Drug and alcohol abuse

The next day, when the post arrived, Sirius was carefully studying the front page. He was one of the first in the hall on the weekend, and not many others had joined breakfast as it was only 10 in the morning. He watched as the moving picture of the Dark Mark that had been found moved slightly on the large paper. He thought carefully, and after but a few minutes, it all clicked into place.

And so he sat, hardly focussed on his breakfast anymore as he pieced everything together; what that man had said to his cousin, how late she had been out and how scared she had been to see him, how it made sense that all of the killings were done by hand and not by magic, and how she had often come back, bruised or with a broken lip or scratched up –even the large gash on her thigh that night during their summer. Slowly, everything was fitting into place until it hit him.

It was her. His cousin was the one responsible for the killings and torturing of the masses of muggle borns. Realisation of this had hit him so hard he hardly noticed as she walked in, an ever so slight limp in her step.

Dolohov was walking behind her, the arrogant and filthy rich aristocrat's son watching her. Bellatrix had told him about her problem, and he had been gifted with intelligence, which was a virtue in her mind –no one else seemed to be able to perform a simple healing spell.
"It'll take time," he said to her as they sat. He faced her, a leg on either side of the bench as she sat down, "But I can help... For a little something."
Bellatrix took a sideways glance at the boy beside her, "you're kidding me, right?"
"Nope." He shrugged, looking her up and down. She knew exactly what he wanted.
"Listen to me carefully you lowlife arrogant prat," she began, her voice in a low hiss, "if you do not do this for me, I will make your life a living hell."
"You really don't hold your breath or your tongue do you? Look Black, I'm the only one who can help you." He said back angrily.
"What do you want?" she snapped.
"Oh come on, you know what I want." He grinned slyly. Bellatrix looked up away from him and noticed the way her cousin was focussed in on the paper. They caught sight of one another and suddenly Bellatrix had an idea.
"I'll tell you what then," she said as she turned to Dolohov as she bit her lower lip and looked him up and down. He suddenly looked very surprised and wondered suddenly if she had changed her mind, "If that's what you want, I'll tell you right now, you and I can go somewhere quiet tonight and you can bring what I need, and in return..." she pursed her lower lip as if she were about to tell him something in secret, "Well, how do I put this. You can fuck yourself with it. So that I'm not infected with whatever dirt ridden disease you have, you filthy, obnoxious prat!"

Dolohov was horrified, she could see from his expression, as were a few others as she had yelled at him. Even Remus had noticed as Sirius watched on.
Sirius watched as his cousin stood and walked straight back out of the hall, he couldn't help but smile at her temper. He knew it only too well, and everyone who seemed to want to test it always got burned.
"I have a feeling," Remus said as he joined his friend at the table, "That Bellatrix isn't quite done with him yet. No one has ever been let off that easy."
"I think he's embarrassed enough." He answered, unable to help but laugh at what the few others in the hall for breakfast were laughing at, which was the expression on Dolohov's face and the brutal honesty Bellatrix had inflicted on him as she inflicted on so many others. Dolohov too stood, straightening his suit jacket and leaving once more, attempting to keep himself as proud as he could, which was hard enough had it not been for Bellatrix who had stormed out before him so the whole hall, including a number of teachers were watching on.

Bellatrix found herself back in the common room immediately, having left without breakfast. She spread herself out on the large leather sofa, the huge common room completely empty apart from one or two others spread out away from her. Rodolphus was the first to come down. He moved Bellatrix's legs to sit, and then placed them back on his lap. She didn't say anything to him, but looked up at the ceiling.
"Heard what you said to Antonin." He said, unable to help but smile.
"I suppose it rang through the halls, did it?" she murmured angrily.
"Don't be angry, be flattered. So many guys want you, but none can have you... except me, of course," Rodolphus grinned, running his hand along her smooth legs absentmindedly as she rolled her eyes, "Come on Bella, you don't usually just get angry like that unless someone gives you a reason to."
Bellatrix rolled her eyes, pointing accusingly at Rodolphus, "says the boy who knows his chest doesn't fit into any of his shirts yet gets angry whenever he tries to put one on and –surprise, it doesn't fit him."
Rodolphus couldn't help but laugh as he turned to make himself more comfortable, "true."

Bellatrix too sat up and instead leant against his broad chest which she was only too comfortable on, "You Lestrange, are the epitome of angry, so don't talk to me about anger."
His hand rest on her waist as he nodded and rest back, "fine. But Antonin? He's not worth your anger, save that for..." he pointed at the paper on the table in front of him, "for them."

"Do you know any healing spells?"
Rodolphus furrowed his eyebrows, "of course."
"No I mean. Say someone had been stabbed real bad, do you know how to heal that?"
"I learn the Dark Arts, Bellatrix, not how to be a healer." He said flatly.
She sighed and looked up at him, "know anyone who does?"
Rodolphus gripped Bellatrix by her arms and pulled her up, "where are you hurt?"
"I'm not-"
"Yes you are, where?" he was quick to turn her.

She never struggled against Rodolphus, there was no point, he was huge compared to her, his back and chest broad, his muscles huge for his age, and he was able to pick her up as if she were a toothpick even. She gestured to her leg and he tossed her back down onto the sofa, gripping her leg in one hand and turning her to get a better look.

"Stop throwing me around..." she murmured, pressing into the many cushions of the leather sofa they were both on. He turned her as he looked at her thigh, pulling her shorts ever so slightly higher to get a look of how far the dagger had gone.
"Stop complaining." He said as he gripped her thigh in one large hand and pressed lightly on the area. There was no mark or scratch, but he could see where the damage was done when he looked as carefully as he was.
She hissed immediately in pain, scratching at his arm and hissing, "Don't!"
 He raised an eyebrow as she sat up, pushing her back down and picking up his wand, "You can't go to Madam Pomfrey."
"Yes, I think I figured that much out for myself, Rodolphus." She said, balancing herself on her elbows as she watched him. He took another look at her and she lay back, not wanting him to hurt her, which she could see was going to happen soon if she didn't shut up.

Bellatrix watched as he used healing spells over her thigh, the muscle had been pierced deeply, and the now hardly noticeable mark in her flesh was also almost completely faded. They had an interesting friendship. They had met when they were first put into the same house. They knew one another from before of course, being family friends, but they never said much to one another before. That was of course, because of how attached Bellatrix had been to her cousin. But over the years, their friendship had grown. They shared a lot with one another and he was her confidant just as she was his. After a few years of being friends, they found they were becoming closer and closer, and even the one night of stupidity when they had slept together, drunk and alone in the common room, their friendship hadn't dwindled. It was safe to say for them both, they were the best of friends. They also, however, knew that their fathers were good friends –and before Rodolphus's mother had died when he was but 7 years old, their mothers too had been fantastic friends. What came with that friendship of course, was the talk that the two would make a very handsome couple. There was no doubt about it, they were both incredibly good looking, and Rodolphus and Bellatrix were both to inherit their parents fortunes which combined would make them the wealthiest couple alive. They cared a lot for one another, Rodolphus was fiercely protective of Bellatrix, as was Bellatrix of Rodolphus, and any talk of either of them ending up with anyone else –though they may not have had feelings for one another in a romantic way, was extremely annoying for them. They knew they were going to end up together, and for both of them, it was perfect. Neither of them wanted children and they both shared the same ideas and even did the same thing. They were both strong, good looking, fierce and angry people. They were the perfect match.

After some time, Rodolphus sighed as he said, "nothing more I can do."
Bellatrix nodded and shrugged, "thanks Roddie-kins," she pursed her lips sarcastically, teasing him.
He smiled a little before he moved her legs once more and stood, "You eaten yet?" he asked as he ran his hands through his hair. He stood quite a few inches taller than Bellatrix, but she generally wasn't the tallest girl anyway.
"No. Let's eat." She said as she moved her legs off the seat, but he was quick to pick her up and throw her over his shoulder. She shrieked, laughing and hitting his back.
"I might just have to drop you if you don't stop." He said as he tipped her further over his shoulder.
"No!" she shrieked, quickly grabbing his shirt to stop her from falling, "Rod, I've not got shoes on."
"That's ok, I'm carrying you, see?" he said with a grin as he left the common room.
"And what is everyone going to say when all they see is my ass and legs!?" she said as he laughed.
"They're not going to say anything, they're going to go back to their rooms and think about your ass for the next two hours." he said as his hand landed on her ass.
"Rodolphus Lestrange put me down!" she yelled. Finally, he dropped her back to the floor where she straightened herself out and hit him multiple times. He hardly reacted, only laughing at her reaction.

Sitting finally for her breakfast beside Rodolphus, Bellatrix looked to find her cousin was still at the table, having now been joined by James and Peter. She saw him watching her from the corner of her eye, where it finally hit her. He had been staring at the paper for so long, he must have figured it out by now. She didn't make eye contact again now the hall was slowly starting to fill up more so now it was close to midday, and she didn't want to have to explain to him what was going on. No sooner had they started their breakfast than the Carrow twins joined the table, shortly followed by Lucius and a few others, changing the conversation Bellatrix and Rodolphus had been having. The next time Bellatrix looked up, her cousin was no longer there.

Their Saturdays were always fun. The Slytherins were getting ready for a weekend of partying, and by the time it was dark later that night around 10, there was a large crowd of sixth and seventh years. Heavy music was playing, and most of them were drinking already. Everyone else was already asleep, and they had blocked the entrances up to rooms so no one could get in or out. Eventually, after enough drinks and enough smoking, injecting and snorting of various substances, they were all ready to get out of the castle grounds and go somewhere they could be properly and tonight's venue of choice was going to be Hogsmeade –in particular, one of the dirty bars a little further out that was open until much later than anyone knew. No one went there, and the owner liked them all so much, he hardly cared they were Hogwarts students or that they were underage, but he always came through with free alcohol and an assortment of drugs they could play with.

The group of sixteen were quick to sneak out in drabbles, going in groups of four at a time and making their way through the passageway Bellatrix, Rodolphus and Lucius had introduced them to. They all knew exactly where they were going, and as it was well past curfew, they were there in the bar in a matter of minutes. It was dark and crowded, but the dabbling of drugs and alcohol made everything more intimate, not to mention everyone was as per usual wearing black. Bellatrix, along most of the other girls were in dresses that hardly covered anything and heels, the boys in suit trousers and black shirts.

They were infamously known as the rich party kids who did drugs and fucked one another –a label none of them minded. Their parents were the ones who threw the extravagant parties and turned away the second they would see their children picking up a second or third, or even fourth drink, or leaving the room with their arms around a member of the opposite sex. Wherever the party was, there was always one person –usually the person whose house the party was in, who would bring the alcohol and another who would bring the drugs. The parties were never boring and they lived for the weekends.

The Slytherin girls were notoriously loose –all except Bellatrix, who by all means had her fun, but rarely took anyone to bed, and within the group of about sixteen, only five were girls, the rest boys. By the time they had finished most of the alcohol, and no one was in their right minds –or in a very intoxicated one, it was around 6 in the morning and it was getting light. They had some time yet, not having to worry that the shops would open, but they had to be concerned about Filch who would be wandering around the halls at any minute now. They made their way back as quietly as they could, and as always –no one got caught.

Eventually, Bellatrix was in her bed once more. She stripped off quickly, only left in her panties. She knew how it was going to go, Rodolphus would join her but nothing would happen. They would keep one another company, and so they did. He handed her his shirt and she slipped it on after he undid his belt, Rodolphus getting into bed with nothing more than his boxers and Bellatrix falling back beside him. They fell asleep beside one another, numbed up with various drugs and sleep crazed with alcohol but as ever, comfortable beside one another.