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The storm outside was only a preview of what was to come.
Bellatrix was unaware of the outcome of the dangerous game she was playing as laid against the Forest Green bed sheets. For nearly an hour, she had ran her slender fingers lightly over every part of her body that his tongue had touched only a week ago.
The war between good and evil was raging and had begun to intensify. But together the conflict didn't exist there was no good, no evil only them. The epitome of evil and that of goodness. Little did they know the two first cousins of the noble House of Black were gambling with their lives and the destiny of the wizarding world.
A crackling of thunder followed by a loud knock pulled Bellatrix from her thoughts.
"Bella, are you going to let me in?" Sirius whispered through the door with an edge of worry creeping into his voice. It was late well past the argeed upon hour to meet. He had trouble getting past the wards tht had been set with souding off the alarm. Not to mention he couldn't be seen; not with a bounty on his head.
Bellatrix rose from the bed quickly her body relaxing slightly, her core burned in anticipation as she hurried to the door. Only cracking it about an inch, she replied, "of course, what took you so long?" He slipped inside water pulling at his feet.
Only seconds after Bellatrix closed the door, Sirius' lips came crashing down in a furry of passion upon hers. Tonight she was his. She would always be his. Whatever side they fought for was irrelevant within these four walls.
Bella could only give in and she returned his affection with equal zeal. Her dress becoming wet as he pulled her body against his.
Bellatrix slowly began to massage the front of his pants. This caused Sirius to release a throaty groan and he began to grow hard as her strokes increased. He began to fondle and gently squeeze her breasts. Her thighs became moist in anticipation due to the absence of panties.
It was not long before the room was filled with the sweet scent of sex. The candles flickered back and forth, mimicking the sway of Bellatrix's hips as she rode Sirius.
His judgment was overcome with his desires for her. For the likes of him, he could not remember how this got so out of hand. One minute she was screaming at him for his fondness of Muggles and his betrayal of blood purity. The next minute, his hands were running all over her body like a mischievous child. Only with her, he received the greatest pleasure he believed a woman could bestow upon a man.
The quickening of Bellatrix's breathe pulled him from this memory and into the present. He wanted to possess her. He needed to make her hurt in some capacity.
Every moment he wasn't here with her he suffered. Somehow she needed to know.
"Don't cum just yet, Bella," within seconds Bellatrix was beneath him her hands gripping onto his arms. She elevated her hips to match his fierce thrusts.
Before she could completely submerge herself into this ecstasy, Sirius pulled out of her moist opening. He let a split second of loneliness creep throughout her body. There they were staring at each other, in silence, letting only the thunder outside speak for them.
But this was interrupted by Sirius, "roll over" and Bella did so without any question. Never had she given herself to any man, not even her husband. What was it about him? Sirius, of all people, made her want to please him. Even at the price of her discomfort.
She complied readily and waited patiently as she felt him spread her cheeks and he caressed the puckered skin of her anus lubricating it. She wanted him to make her beg for him to stop, she needed to be punished. How could she do this spread her legs to a blood traitor...to her cousin? The thought passed as quickly as it came, how could she not?
Sirius invaded her once again; this time he was rougher than before.
Watching Bella tense up only excited him and he pushed his manhood in further. Bella only increased the pressure she applied to the sheets, and tried to imagine what it would be like if she and Sirius could go away. But the pounding of Sirius into her ass only made the fantasy scatter.
"You needed it. How could I let you seduce me you are the enemy but... I love you. And yet I hate you. But I want you... even when you mean me only harm. I still love you. You wished death upon me for betraying the family. I only wanted a long life for you. You hated me because I betrayed...you, not the family. I wanted to punish you and myself. Maybe we both deserved death. For wanting death you hated me, but I will always love you. I will always love my Bella."
His mind was cloudy.
At her end she could only beg, but he only increased the pace of each thrust and Bella's moans and pleas only went to another pitch.
"That's right Bella I want them to hear us, let them come and see. Aren't you tied of hiding?" He whispered against his ear fighting back tears.
The idea of being caught, not having to walk in silent shame made both of them cum. He collapsed to her side exhausted. She immediately rolled away from him; her pride wouldn't allow him to see the tears that threatened to spill over. They weren't from discomfort but from a deep sadness that now in only a few moments he would have to leave. Each time he left could truly be the last.
He never stayed he couldn't. Not here at least, not at Malfoy Manor. With Voldemort and brother-in-law in the opposite wing, that would be too dangerous. If discovered they would have no quick escape and both would be killed. She could not bear the thought of losing him. She would kill, at least not try, if Voldemort did anything to hurt him. She loved him.
"Bella, look at me...please." He placed his hand on her shoulder.
"No," she replied trying not to let any sign of emotion creep into her voice.
"Don't cry, I am sorry, I am so sorry"
"For..." Bellatrix replied finally mustering up enough courage to face him revealing her damp cheeks.
"Why are you crying?" Sirius asked running his fingers through her curls.
"I am afraid of losing you" Bella said now propping herself up on her left elbow.
" You will never lose me, Bella."
"I love you, and love never dies," Sirius said tracing the outline of Bella's lips as she fought back more tears.
"I love you too, Sirius." Bella whispered as she knew what was about to come next.
Sirius placed a solemn kiss on her forehead before getting up in search of his clothes. Bella could only watch, as the man she had loved since the age of two prepared to leave. He opened the window a few inches and cast a finale glance at Bella. His Bella. Transfiguring into a dog, he silently went on his way. Bella quickly got out her wand and with a quick swipe in the air it was closed.
The storm outside and within her body had both subsided.
A Week Later
Sirius had been back.
The body count of both sides was climbing it was becoming harder to leave Grimmauld Place. With the Order delivering blow after devastating blow to her side leaving the Manor had become near impossible and her moments for leaving when not on a mission was extremely limited, but this night she found a way.
She entered the inn the cloak pulled tightly around her the hood hiding her face. She placed the bag of galleons on the counter the barkeep took them and pushed a key across the counter to her.
"Number 9," was the only words he spoke as he placed the small bag in his pocket.
The room was partially light by a few candles in the room. Bellatrix felt hands around her as she was pulled against a warm body. Her hands went to his face as their lips met.
He set her body ablaze with his every touch. The way he moved his tongue around her pearl caused violent spasms within her. Bellatrix secretly hoped would never end. Sensing that Bellatrix was about to cum Sirius raised up and braced himself between her legs, and looked from her head to her moist and ready opening.
"Your beautiful Bella," he said as he turned his head and kissed the thigh that was lying over his right shoulder.
"My Bella," Sirius entered her slowly.
Tonight was different; something had shifted as the two of them made love for what seemed for hours. Neither one of them spoke, not wanting to be the one to break the spell. The time for him to depart came too quickly and it was time for him to creep back into the night so he could stand in the light along with the rest of the Order. She would leave just as she had come; she would go back to Malfoy Manor, back to him and to serving the greater cause.
How much longer could they go on like this? Both of them knew the time was near for the two of them to make a choice.
Two Months Later
She hadn't seen him in over two months and being in the company of her sister and her family, the other death eaters, and the Dark Lord himself she had fought hard to keep the facade going. For the past three weeks, she hoped that no one noticed the subtle changes. During meetings, she kept her distance from the Dark Lord.
"I have put the mission in the hands of Mrs. Lestrange and Mr. Malfoy," Voldemort stated his dark eyes boring into hers. The mentioning of her married name brought her out of her thoughts and slightly angered her. She kept her features neutral and bowed her head in acknowledgement.
"Mrs. Lestrange, were you paying attention, you haven't seemed well as of late. I hope there are no outside activities that are becoming a distraction," Voldemort said his voice edge. His expression one of annoyance.
A faint, "of course My Lord, I have no distractions, I have been under the weather lately." Her answer seemed to be sufficient enough for her master and he moved on to another.
"Malfoy?" Voldemort said now directing his death gaze toward Lucius.
"Yes, My Lord, we will not fail you." replied Malfoy with a slight nod of his head.
"Good see that you don't the consequences could prove...fatal," and with those closing remarks Voldemort apparated without a sound.
Fumbling around in the prophesy room at the Ministry of Magic with someone whom she considered to be an absolute joke for a wizard, Bellatrix could not stay focused for longer than a few mintues at a time. It was only 6 weeks ago Bella woke up nauseated and barely made it to the bathroom before she vomited. At first, denial, but a visit in disguise to a Muggle hospital in London, changed that sense of denial into fear. Terminating the baby, his baby seemed out of the question. She was 38 years old, the clock was ticking down... maybe this was her only chance to have the family or at least a piece of the family she had secretly desired for years.
One moment she, Lucius, and a few other death eaters were in a standoff with children; the next there were spells flying all around her. She turned around and saw Sirius with the Potter boy, defending him. Bella hoped that Sirius would take the little half-blood and run. In an instant the Dark Lord sent the killing curse straight at Sirius, and before he disappeared into the veil, Sirius saw his Bella for the last time and mouthed "I love you"' and was gone forever.
Bella was too stunned to breathe, her heart broke.
"You see Mrs. Lestrange, I told you about distractions," Voldemort said with a smirk on his face "now you can join him." Before Voldemort finished his sentence, he shot the killing curse at Bella who barely managed to get out of the way, and retaliated with the killing curse herself.
"You whore, you dare raise your wand against me!?" Voldemort screamed with shock etched on his face, "you bitch.. you will pay for this!"
Bella knew that in her present state she couldn't keep dodging cursing. Especially against Voldemort, she was an accomplished duelist, but she could not match that of the Dark Lord himself.
Bella was prepared to dodge another curse but it was blocked by Albus Dumbledore. At the moment, she seized the opportunity and quickly disappeared into the Floo. She hated to admit it, but she owed the old man one. She had to live the wizarding behind and she took the chaos of the ministry that night as her opportunity to escape.
She returned to the manor flooing into her sister's study. She explained quickly and only enough to let her sister know that she would no longer be around nor in the Dark Lord's service. Narcissa had been only too happy to help and had immediately shoved a port key into her hands vowing to be her secret keeper.
1 Year Later
That night has all but passed from the memory of Bellatrix.
Bellatrix was now Elizabeth Blackwell. She would never forget Sirius nor did she ever want to, but how could she when their son looked exactly like his father. Bella watched as Padfoot Sirius Blackwell slept. According to Narcissa, who managed to secretly write once every two weeks, the war was still raging, but that no longer concerned Elizabeth. She knew that her life was still in jeopardy as long as the Dark Lord still existed. But as she continued to watch Padfoot, she was overcome with joy and the troubles of the wizarding world seemed a world away.
