I am going to be skipping the whole staying with the Volturi for the sake of the length of this story so it doesn't drag more than it has too.
"Where is she?!" Bellatrix shrieked. The man remained stonily silent, glaring at the witch. "Crucio."
His screams echoed around the stone room as he writhed, fighting to find purchase to escape the rushing agony. The curse was lifted and he hung limply, panting. "Where. Is. She?" Bellatrix spoke slowly as if talking to a child.
"Go to hell." He gritted out. Her response was to curse him again; white hot knives being driven slowly into his skin, being stretched slowly, pulling every joint from its proper position, he didn't scream this time.
All of a sudden the pain stopped. "You know it's a pity you can't bleed." The man lifted his head to stare at her in disbelief. "Listening to you scream whilst watching as torrents of ruby red spilled and created a sight far more beautiful than one could imagine. Oh yes."
The room descended into quiet, all that could be heard was the steady dripping of water and the quiet gasping breaths of the man in shackles whilst the witch tapped her wand against her lips, hip cocked to the side as she leant all of her weight on one leg. Finally with a sigh Bellatrix pulled herself from her day dream.
"Going to tell me now?" She asked innocently.
"Never." He spat.
The dark-haired woman tilted her head to the side curiously before a predatory smile began to unfurl on the grey pallor of her skin. "You still care for her."
"I didn't care for her in the first place." He answered in a flat tone.
"Now boy, don't lie to me. You may be in the Dark Lord's favour but you certainly aren't in mine." She trilled softly.
"You don't trust your Lord?" He sniffed.
"Do not question my faith in the Dark Lord!" She snarled, before quieting, internally kicking herself for allowing him to have power over her. "Back to business, where is she?"
"I don't know!"
"Oh do stop playing the doting ex who looks like a kicked puppy." Bellatrix growled. "Now tell me where she is or I will find a way to make you bleed."
The first licks of fear began to flicker inside of him. "What are you going to do if I tell you?" He questioned.
"So you do know." The predatory grin was back. "Oh you know the usual; little torture here little bit of taunting there before ending her pathetic existence."
"I will never tell you!"
"Is that so because I think you might if-" Bellatrix's sentence was cut off with her looking down at the Dark Mark branded into her skin. A chilling chuckle bubbled from within her, "You'll be glad to know that you're being summoned so I can't follow through with my threat."
She waved her wand and he dropped in a limp puddle on the floor, she stalked forward and gripped his chin, he stared defiantly into muddy eyes.
Leaning in Bellatrix whispered in his ear, "I already know where she is, Edward."
Muahahaha…I'm mean.