The Dark Beckons: Chapter Two
A/N: Same summary as before. Same warnings as before.
And I didn't really expect to write the story the way I did. I had everything planned out, and then my muse decided to take over. I need to come up with a new outline, but I got past an obstacle blocking me from finishing the story.
For the most part in this fic, books 1-3 happened as per Mrs. Rowling's writings. However, I changed the 4th a bit. Bellatrix is back, right away. Voldemort managed to summon the Death Eater's in Azkaban to his side. I'll explain more later as I talk about the Dark Mark. Harry is abused. Draco is abused as well. Draco is also going to be OOC totally, and Voldemort as well. Let's face it: none of this would happen in the books that JK wrote, especially if the characters remained the same. Harry also is beginning to hate Muggles. Draco is also a lot more mature, intelligent, and observant than in the books, for obvious reasons.
Scenes are cut out from this because they don't fit with the guidelines. If you want to read the story without me censoring myself, I have created an account on adult fanfiction . net under the penname angel_eyes525. I will upload them once I write the scenes and figure out how to use that site, so expect that up in under 2 weeks (yeah. Not the best at figuring out how to work a site). Updates to both sites should be within days of each other and also should be on the same chapter, but the stories will be almost the same, minus heavy censoring and cut out scenes in this one by me. So, you aren't going to miss anything but graphic details if you choose to read the one on this site only, however, I like me uncensored better, so I'd recommend looking at the other site at least once. I will mention when I'm cutting out a scene so you can go straight to the other site and read it if you want to.
This story focuses on Bellatrix, Draco, Harry, Snape (and a huge OC cast of Snapes), Luna, an OC named Aella (no, I won't make this into a Mary Sue), and Voldemort quite a bit. They are going to be the most developed of all my characters. This isn't a fic for Ron, Ginny, Hermione, Dumbledore, or Light in general lovers. This is a very dark fic. I've warned you. Again, I wanted a lot of OC's, so any character you don't recognize from HP is mine. And this chapter actually got me to laugh. I had so much fun with it. Hope you like it.
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Chapter 2:
The First Step of Revenge, Bellatrix Style
"Narcy! I'm home!" Bellatrix cooed in a baby voice, as she flung open the door and strode in the Malfoy Manor.
She was greeted with a curse by Narcissa.
"Oh, sister dear, didn't you miss me? All those years in Azkaban made me think a great deal about you." Bella's poisoned honey voice came, and Narcissa wanted to flee as she realized that those thoughts couldn't have been happy, and Bellatrix was the sort who would plan out revenge. "Oh, and Lucius. Because I didn't torture the Longbottoms. And somehow they thought it was me. I figure you were trying to get me out of the way, and you thought Azkaban would do that. The Dark Lord doesn't like traitors, or liars."
"But let's talk about MY nephew, shall we? I want to see him. The Dark Lord thinks he shows great promise and has a task for him."
"I haven't seen him since the Quidditch World Cup." Narcissa said dismissively. "Now leave."
Bellatrix knew then that Draco must have reached his inheritance early. Narcissa would have never tossed her child out on the street had he been a normal wizard. She sneered then, and grabbed her knife, pressing it against Narcissa's neck.
"You know where he is. Tell me, or I'll ruin everything that makes you so… normal, like you want to be. I'll gorge your eyes out, part of the way, but leave them hanging with a spell that will make it so they will never fully be cut off, and make sure you can see out of them, see the looks people give you of fear and disgust. I'll carve a pattern in your cheeks, cut out that tongue that spews such nasty words and abuse, decorate your body with pretty scars everywhere so no part of you could ever be seen without making someone run. Your hair will be cursed to turn into snakes, your hearing uncommonly good so you can hear the whispers. I'll cut your fingers off so you can never hurt my nephew again. I'll bind your magic. Lucius would kick you to the curb like you did to your only son. Do you want that fate? Because I'd be oh so willing to give it to you. Tell me, or I'll start. And I don't know if I'd stop."
Narcissa shook horrifically and wet herself. She had never seen her sister like this except to her enemies. Now she knew what it was like. "H-h-h-he's, he's"
"Yes? Where?"
"With Aella Prince." She passed out.
Bellatrix looked ashamed of her own bloodline.
"Such filth." She said, stepping over her sister.
She smiled wickedly and took a picture, then called Dobby. "Send this to Witch Weekly under the slam/ gossip section. Tell the witch in charge that Narcissa Malfoy got what was coming to her from her dear sister, who loved her more than anything until Narcissa decided to frame her and send her to Azkaban, and file an investigation into what really happened to the Longbottoms. Tell her that Bellatrix, the Demon heiress of the Black family is back and will get her revenge. And also, tell her that Narcissa abandoned her only son and left him to fend for himself when he became the Demon Heir of the Malfoy family, because he was different and better than her, and she's no better than a muggle."
Bellatrix grinned. She knew that the Wizarding World valued children and family above everything and would destroy Narcissa. But hopefully not too soon, because Bella had so much she wanted to do. This was just the beginning of the end of Narcissa Malfoy's perfect life. Oh, she was looking forward to the next couple years, especially the revenge Draco would get. And in the end, everything she had threatened to do to Narcissa before she passed out would happen to her. Narcissa would regret the day she had tried to ruin two demons. But now, Bella had her beloved nephew to find. Beloved just because he was exactly like her, a demon. They were going to have so much fun.
….
The Dark Lord
"Fuck yeah! Take that, Aella!"
"Watch your tongue, you son of a bitch! Your spellwork is shoddy at best!"
"Then why am I beating you?!"
"You'll pay for that, asshole! Crucio!"
"You need to put more force in it! Put emotion in it! You have to want me to feel pain. You have to want me to scream!"
"I'm the teacher, not you, idiot!"
"Hahaha! I win!"
"That was a cheap shot and you know it! Let me go!"
The Dark Lord paused outside the door, surprised at what he was hearing. Was Draco Malfoy BEATING the world's youngest and one of the best death duelists in over a century?
He knocked.
"Come in if you wish to die a slow and painful death!" Was the answer.
Voldemort walked in, and stopped, a smirk on his face at the two demons faces. The blood was rapidly draining from their faces, and they bowed. Well Draco did and Aella was forced to.
"So. When were you planning on killing me, and how?" Voldemort… joked.
"Holy shit! Did he just-"
"He did!"
"The Dark Lord just cracked a joke!"
"I'm sorry about this. Draco babbles when he gets horny and nervous."
"Fuck you, Aella!"
"That's sexual harassment, my Lord! Kill him first!"
"She's ordering you around! Torture her, then kill her slowly!"
Voldemort started laughing. "That would ruin my plans. I'd have to plot again. And Severus would be doing your task, Draco, which would be… ewww. Bad image."
Draco, when realizing he wasn't going to die, calmed down.
"What is it you want me to do?"
"Potter." Voldemort smirked at Draco's look and how the boy started to blush and stutter. "You're right, Ms. Prince, about the babbling."
Aella giggled.
Draco glared at her and stopped babbling. "Again, Aella. Fuck… you."
"Actually, that isn't it the requirements… fucking Potter, I mean. Though if you do, you have to show me the memory. You just have to get Potter to turn Dark."
"Potter, dark? Are you insane?" Aella asked the Dark Lord.
"Why yes, Ms. Prince, and I'm going to curse you if you question me. While I am behaving nicely right now, I am very much able to change my attitude towards you quickly. The results will not be as pleasant." Voldemort said dangerously.
Aella shut up.
"As to why I'm being so nice… I found out some things about you two. You show more promise than most. As you know, we all have masks. The crazy, sociopathic, psychopathic monster is my particular favorite to use. You are among the privileged few to see the real me. If you tell anyone about this, I will kill you. Understand."
"Yes, Master!"
Aella waggled her eyebrows at Draco suggestively. Draco blushed and vowed to never show Aella his erotica he wrote again, or anything regarding kinky sex fantasies of his.
"Anyway, you shouldn't have to hard of a time with this. Use whatever method of gaining Potter's trust you can. I'd go with sex though." Voldemort said, running his eyes up and down the blonde's frame suggestively, then walked out.
"I think the Dark Lord is hitting on you."
"Crucio!"
"AAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAA AAHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHH HHHHHHHHHHHHHH!" The screams followed Voldemort out of the three story house.
Voldemort chuckled.