Sorry for the wait for the update, I've been focusing on getting my other story "The Purple Black" updated. But to make up for it i'm gonna try and add another chapter tomorrow :D
Bellatrix Lestrange giggled as she flopped back onto the large plush armchair in the sitting room she had dragged Nymphadora into. Usually she would see to all of her victims in the dungeons, but what with the other scum that was currently residing in there it seemed far more fun to take her into a comfier room. This way she could always lull the child into a false sense of security if she felt it necessary-and let's face it, playing with her food was always a necessity.
She twirled her wand like a baton in her hand, smirking as she studied the small child from afar. The girl looked so much like her mother did at that age, the sweet little pureblood girl who was a good sister and a good pureblood. Bellatrix spat at the thought. The traitorous bitch had ruined their little family. Brought shame to them. Was an embarrassment. Was a big black burn mark on the family name.
Bellatrix had big plans for this little one. Although she would kill the girl, killing her right now wouldn't be as fun, she intended to make her sister suffer just as she did-worse than her in fact.
"Is baby pretending to sleep?" Bellatrix cooed, slowly pulling herself from the armchair.
A shiver escaped the little girl on the floor, a tell tale sign.
"Aww. Should the ickle baby Nymphadora go home?" Bellatrix laughed, slowly walked towards the girl, the click of her heels echoing the room.
The naïve child continued to play possum.
"Nymphadora . . ." Bellatrix called in a sing song voice.
Nymphadora stayed as still as humanly possible for a five year old.
Bellatrix smirked, reaching the young girl she nudged her with the heel of her boots, she was rewarded by the smallest of whimpers.
"Now now Nymphadora, it's not nice to ignore your betters." The elder witch lowered herself gracefully to the floor to sit beside the little girl.
"P-Please . . ." Dora whimpered, a chocked sob escaping her lips.
Bellatrix cackled, they all begged eventually "Aww, Nymphie. Is poor Nymphadora scared? Does she want to go home to mummy and daddy?"
The girl held back another sob, keeping her eyes screwed shut in fear.
The Death Eater giggled childishly "You know, Nymphadora is a very pureblood name, but you're not a pureblood. You're scum little girl. You are perhaps the worst example of scum I've seen in a while. Very dirty."
"I- . . . P-Please . . ." Dora slowly opened her eyes, daring to turn to face the witch, a decision she soon regretted as she was greeted with the maniac grin on the woman whose face looked so eerily like her mothers.
Bellatrix pouted, mocking the girl "Aww, you are scared Nymphadora. Nymphadora Tonks." She spat out the last word like it was poison.
Dora watched in terror as the elder woman reached into the holster on her hip, retrieving an ornate dagger. She instinctively tried to shuffle away until the bad witch grabbed her small arm, her nails digging in as she pulled her closer to her in an almost cynical hug.
"Shhh . . . Now now Nymphadora. We're going to have some fun you and me . . . We're going to send a little message to mummy dearest." Bellatrix smirked as she held the girl tight, lowering the dagger to her supple skin . . .
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It seemed like days had passed, though in reality it had been a mere few hours, when the dungeon door opened once more. A limp and lifeless Nymphadora Tonks was carried down the stairs and unceremoniously dropped on the floor at the bottom step. Bellatrix smirked at her achievement for a moments pause before she returned up the stairs, locking the door behind her.
Mairead stumbled over to the lifeless child "Tonks!"
She brushed away the young girls pure white hair out of her face, revealing a mess of cuts and bruises.
"Shit!" Mairead winced in slight pain as she lowered her head to the little girls chest and sighed in relief as she could hear the faint thump of her heart beating.
"Tonks wake up now! . . . Nymphadora!" Mairead bit her lip for a moment then slapped the young girl into reality as with a wince she slowly opened her eyes.
"D- . . . Don't call me Nymphadora." Dora whimpered, looking up with her tear streaked face.
Mairead sighed in relief "Okay . . . Tonks it is, yeah? Just Tonks?"
Dora nodded slightly before she burst out into hysterical tears of pain.
The elder witch held the young girl as she cried herself back to sleep.
Now i kinda had a lot to think about this chapter because I had to remember that Nymphadora is only a five year old in this story and although I really really want to write a really torturey Bellatrix bit at one point I kinda felt getting in depth with it in this story was a bit . . . not right? But I hope you enjoyed all the same and please as always review :D