The Secret Dreams Of Bellatrix Lestrange

A./N.: Sorry for deleting and then re-updating this chapter. But I was informed that I updated the wrong chapter. It was my first try on this chapter. I'm not good at femmeflash so I got inspired by the story 'Time to Heal'. Really good story, by the way. Read it!

So here is my chapter now.

When Molly came around, the first she perceived was the musty smell of wet half decayed wood. Slowly she began to feel her limbs again and an unpleasant pain in the right shoulder came to her consciousness. She could sense, that she was lying on the floor, obviously the floor of a cellar room with wooden boards around the walls. Her head was resting against a wall and her fingers could grope coarse planks. Her fingers… only gradually she became aware, that she could move her fingers, but not her hands, which were tied behind her back. Full of panic and fear what she might see, she opened her eyes, very slowly, in case somebody would be in the room, somebody who brought her in this position.

At first she couldn't see very much, because the room, where she was, was only scantly lighted and her eyes hadn't got accustomed to it yet, but at least she could recognize outlines, the outlines of a few pieces of furniture, a desk, a couple of chairs, a chest and – her heart skipped a beat – the outline of a human body, which was lying on the floor motionless just a few feet away from her.

It was the outline of a woman with long black hair. Minerva. But she couldn't remember how they both had gotten to that place and what had happened.

She remained lying still for a while, trying to listen and not to pay attention on her rapidly beating heart at the same time.

Bellatrix was crouching down now close in front of Molly and looking at her temptingly, but Molly continued to be determined not to pay attention to her. She pretended to be completely alone with her thoughts.

But then she felt a hand beneath her makeshift blanket-dress, which pushed it slowly higher, over her ankle and then over her knee.

"Stop it", she angrily snapped at Bellatrix and tried to turn her legs to the side and to push down the blanket again, but Bellatrix held onto her with one hand and groped her knee with the other while she was laughing her nasty chortling laughter:

"I've always known, that you are a real wildcat. Your daughter could learn a lot …"

"WHAT? What have you done to Ginny? Where is she? You leave my daughter alone, bitch!"

Bellatrix looked at her calmly. With a tender expression on her face she raised her hand and slammed Molly with all her might. Molly's head snapped to the side and she lost the precarious balance of her sitting position. Hitting the floor face first, she groaned painfully.

Almost lovingly Bellatrix help her back up into a sitting position again. Then she got up, took a step back from Molly and kicked her squarely in the chest. Molly screamed. It mingled with Minerva's scream who had distinctly heard ribs breaking. But Molly never heard Minerva's outraged cry or Bellatrix satisfied giggle. She had blacked out.

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When Molly came round again she tried to move her outstretched arms and failed. Her wrists felt stiff and immobile. When she turned her head to her left and then to her right side she saw that she was chained to the wall of their cell. 'No, not again. Lucius is too cruel, I can't take that anymore.' Strangely, the pain in her ribs, which had been caused by Bellatrix kick to her chest, was almost gone. Still she was dizzy and had a nauseating feeling. Molly had the urge to throw up.

A cool hand suddenly pressed lightly against her cheek. She focused her eyes on the person in front of her, expecting to see Minerva. But it was Bellatrix, making her gasp in surprise.

Bellatrix chuckled softly at her. Molly couldn't believe her eyes. Her blood chilled. Bellatrix had been very angered by her words and Molly had no illusions as to how Bellatrix would express her anger. She was a cruel woman and, like her husband, took pleasure in causing other people pain.

"Molly! It's so good to see you awake again. My husband said a lot of nice things about you. You're a screamer for instance. I was terribly disappointed to find that I'd missed that. Oh, and by the way, unfortunately your daughter isn't here. Otherwise we would have a lot more fun."

Molly sighed in relief. At least her daughter was save from this mad-woman.

Since Bellatrix had been sentenced to Azkaban, Molly hadn't seen her. She had changed a lot in this time. Bellatrix Lestrange had once been a beautiful, young and vivacious woman. Now her appearance was somewhat destroyed by her thirteen long years in Azkaban. Bellatrix' eyes were a clouded grey and always held an abyss of utter madness in their depths, darkened further by cruelty.

Every instinct told Molly to struggle and scream.

But the black-haired woman came even closer and tilted Molly's chin upwards with a long finger and inspected her captive's face with a critical eye. The red-haired witch met Bellatrix' love-filled gaze defiantly, unfortunately unable to shy away from the unwanted touch and the whole person of her old school-mate. She could barely keep the repulsion from her expression, knowing it would anger Bellatrix even further and not wanting to endanger herself or Minerva more. Speaking of which where was Minerva? Molly started to look around frantically but couldn't find her. She was scared all alone. But Bellatrix didn't give her much time to contemplate that.

"Still as pretty as ever I see. Although you have gained some weight since last we met", Bellatrix said, faint curiosity and love visible in her features. "Do you sometimes think back to when we were in Hogwarts?"

"Not at all", Minerva replied coolly. She had to stay calm. It wasn't time to panic. That would be in vain. "You are aware that I am married, Mrs. Lestrange? I was always in love with Arthur, even in Hogwarts. I'm not into the whole gay thing. I am sorry. Truely."

She hoped that Bellatrix would understand, finally, and leave her be. But Bellatrix laughed a high, wild laugh and, almost tenderly, stroked back a stray piece of flaming red hair from Molly's face. It seemed as if she hadn't taken in a single word Molly had said.

"It was really your fault, you know. I wouldn't have joined Him if you'd accepted me. I wouldn't have been forced to marry my husband if you had run away with me together. You could have saved me from the dark side, but you chose not to. You chose that filthy muggle-lover. You chose him over me. And left me to my own devises. I had no other chance, you see. They forced me and now you'll pay for what you have caused me."

"Don't push blame on me, Bellatrix. It was your own choice. You could still have refused the dark arts and the death-eaters. But don't you understand: I don't love you. You would have forced me the same way you have been forced by Rudolphus. Would you really have wanted that?"

Bellatrix pulled her hand back from Molly's face as though burnt or slapped. Grey eyes darkened and now held the same defiant expression Molly's brown eyes had held earlier. Bellatrix stepped back a pace, away from the love of her live. How could Molly hurt her like that? Didn't she see how much she hurt her when she talked like that? She would have to be punished.

"That's no way to talk to me, blood traitor!"

Molly didn't even saw the other woman drawing her wand before she felt the Cruciatus curse rush down her limbs, contorting her body into agonizing spasms. Every muscle contracted and stiffened, her entire being tossed into throes of agony, flesh burning with terrible energy. She let out a high cry and arched her neck and spine backwards in a vain attempt to relieve the excruciating pain that filled her skull. After a few moments – an eternity in her mind – the spell was lifted.

Molly hung limp in the manacles' hold, gasping for air. When she had finally managed to regain some senses, she asked in a whisper:

"What do you want, Bellatrix?"

The other woman ignored her. Her eyes were filled with madness. Nothing in them reminded her of the young girl she had gone to school with. The woman who had tried to date her on more occasions than she could remember. Bellatrix had cursed Arthur and had sent her death-eater friends on him because Molly had been dating him.

Now Bellatrix closed the distance between them once more and snuggled close to Molly. Her head lay on Molly's shoulder so that her voice was a bit muffled. Molly was still unable to shrink back from her touch.

"How are your ribs by the way, darling? Better? I'm so sorry I had to hurt you. But you left me no other choice. You were disobedient."

One of Bellatrix' hands slipped under Molly's only clothing, if a grey blanket tied around your body could be called clothing, and were roughly stroking the contours of her aching chest, following Molly's movements when she twisted away from the touch. Molly was radiating loathing, spine rigid. The heavy iron manacles around her wrists shook with her uncontrollable anger. Bellatrix tugged at the grey blanket until it fell open and slid down Molly's body. Again her hands moved up and cupped her breasts. Molly tried vehemently to get away from her even though the manacles held her in place. Bellatrix got really annoyed. She took one of Molly's nipples between her thumb and index finger, pinching it. Molly gasped but Bellatrix didn't let go. If anything she pinched the nipple harder and then twisted it viciously. Molly hissed in pain.

"I'll have to ask Lucius to let me play with you every now and again since you still don't want me", she was whispering in Molly's ear now, all the while fondling her breasts.

"Get away from me! I mean it!"

Bellatrix's eyes sparkled with mischief and, removing her hand from her prisoner's breasts, she asked:

"Or else ...?"

She raised her head from Molly's shoulder. Their faces were now inches apart and Molly could see the other woman's eyes clearly. They were filled with something she knew from her time in Hogwarts. It could not be called love or another feeling of something similar. Pure desire. That's what it was. Bellatrix wanted her body and her soul but not her love.

"You're in no position to threaten me."

When Bellatrix crushed her lips hungrily against Molly's, she didn't even have enough awareness to turn her head away. This was surreal. It wasn't really happening. Bellatrix had undressed her with her eyes when they had been in school, had tried to get her alone in the bathroom, had flirted openly with her when there were no boys around but never before had she kissed her. It was a desperate and uncontrolled move, pressing her body against Molly's without restraint. A last attempt to force Molly to love her. But nothing happened. Molly didn't return the kiss. This finally got to her. Alright, the bitch didn't want it any other way.

"Just as cold as you were all those years ago. Shame. I could spare you a lot. But now you're Lucius'. Enjoy."

One last lust-filled look from Bellatrix and then she was gone.

Molly heaved a sigh. She was alone. She thanked God that nothing worse had occurred. But where the hell was Minerva and what were these bastards doing to her? A thousand thoughts were running through her mind.

A soft touch to her ankle, nearly made her scream. When she looked down, steeling herself to see a rat or something equally disgusting, she saw Minerva.

"Calm down, Molly. She is gone now."

"Minerva, thank Merlin! How are you?"

Minerva sent a wry smile up to Molly.

"I'll live. What about you? I heard ribs breaking."

Molly wasn't sure if she was alright. So she answered truthfully.

"I don't know."

For a long time both were silent and followed their own train of thoughts. After long moments of silence, the door opened again and in came a guard. It was MacRae. He released Molly from her manacles and placed a tray with food on the floor.

"It's all I could steal from the kitchen. I hope it's enough. I'm sorry that I can't help you more."

He was unable to look into Minerva's direction. He felt horrible for his actions. Yes, the Dark Lord had forced him to do it but would his former professor understand that.

"What are you doing here, Robert? You can do better than this."

Minerva's voice was weak and had lost the strictness it had held in school. The curses and rapes were finally taking their toll on her. MacRae was looking at his teacher with tears in his eyes.

"I'm so sorry for everything. My older brother introduced me to Lucius Malfoy and that's how ... I wish I could help you."

The young man burst out. Minerva and Molly looked at each other. Silently they came to a decision.

"Thank you for the food. Don't worry I know you tried to spare me as much as you could. If you really want to help us talk to Severus Snape but carefully and under four eyes."

MacRae suddenly leant down and put two vials on the floor next to the tray.

"I already did talk to professor Snape. He gave me that for you. They are healing potions. Later Narcissa Malfoy will come. She is disgusted by what her family and the other death-eaters are doing to you. I must go now."