A/N - I finally remembered this exists... so here's the next part! (I guess) :)
He found himself standing in a strange were many pictures on the walls around him, which wouldn't have been unusual if not for the fact that they were all of a bald male―him. They seemed strange parodies of Edvard Munch's 'The Scream'. He ran, as fast as he could down the seemingly endless corridor, away from the paintings.
Then, materialising right before his eyes, a door appeared. Not hesitating, Lucius pulled it open and ran through the doorway.
He tripped over something and fell to the floor. He tried to get up only find out he was shackled to the ground. An insane cackle filled the room and he looked up to see who the person was. He froze, his eyes disbelieving as he saw who the person was, or rather what she was wearing.
"Like what you see?" Bellatrix smirked as Lucius continued to stare at her. She knew she looked stunning clad only in a tight corset, a mini skirt, fishnet stocking and thigh high boots. A pair of sharp looking horns peaked out of her wild curly hair while a pointed tail swished behind her.
"B—Bella?"
"Yes, it is I, Bellatrix, and I will be the one to issue your punishment!"
Lucius was ready to piss his pants once he saw the mad twinkle in her eyes.
"Oh stop it now, you foul creature. That's not why we're here!"
"S-Severus?"
Lucius' eyes almost popped out of his head. Severus was wearing a long white robe and had a glowing halo hovering above his greasy hair.
"Yes, it is I, Severus," said Severus. He was completely serious. What was going on?