20th August 2003
There was so much blood.
Bellatrix stood over Harry, Rodolphus just behind her. Bellatrix was screaming at him for killing the Dark Lord.
"You nuisance Potter! You're pathetic you can't kill him, you can't you..."
She began casting spell after spell, all the torture curses Harry knew and much, much more.
Fenrir knelt in front of Harry, smiling.
"I'm going to eat those little kids of yours, Potter," his face was next to Harry's, he was so close Harry could see the dirt in the wrinkles on his skin, "and after tonight," Fenrir continued, "you'll want to join me."
"You undignified prick! You're being tortured for killing our master, you good for nothinfun other fucker, your stupid little kid should want to kill himself. He's what, three now yeah?" Bellatrix grinned at Harry. "Three and he'll already want to die!" Bellatrix laughed and danced around the room, a manic spring in her step, acting like she was invincible. Harry watched her through his sore, swollen eyes.
"After Bellatrix gives us the ok to off you, I'll go and have fun with your little three year olds, I hear Lovegood is going to have one too, we could feed it to Fenrir." Rabastian Lestrange gave Harry a toothy smile, a sick twisted one with not many teeth, but a toothy smile none-the-less, Harry, animalistic, lunged forward and bit deep into Lestrange's throat with his teeth, blood gushed forward and Lestrange cried out. Harry stuck both of his thumbs into the Death Eater's eyes, Rabastain screamed even louder.
Harry pushed the man off him, and he collapsed in a heap on the floor, gripping his neck, blood spread over the floor. Harry wiped his hands on the man's clothes, smiling at him - it was definitely one of the more sickening things he'd ever done. Harry sat back against the wall, sending a challenging glare at Bellatrix and Fenrir.
"You think you know me," Harry said, "I've been through a lot since the war."
Bellatrix glared even harder, grabbing Rabastain's hand and dragging him out of the room.
23rd August 2003
"Potter! You fucking little whelp!" Bellatrix landed a mighty kick into Harry's side, she slapped Potter, then used her wand to crush the bones in his shin. She kicked him in the face, causing blood to spurt from his mouth.
"You're a bitch," Harry spat. Bellatrix just smiled.
"I know Potter, I know. But Rabatain's dead, fucking dead!"
"I did rip out his neck and eyes, dumb bitch."
Bellatrix paused to glare.
"Well, its not like you're going to do anything, you will stay here, and when the potions finished, I'll feed it to you and the dark lord will be back, he will be back wearing your skin, and the first thing he'll do is go after your family-"
"Tom will never shag you, dumb bitch, give it up."
"DONT FUCKING SAY THAT NAME!"
"That muggle name?" Harry asked with a smile, Bellatrix again jabbed her wand at Harry, the red torture curse hitting him and making him scream out.
"He's gone, Lestrange. Gone for good, no Horcruxes left!"
"You coudn't have gotten all of them," she hissed, "stupid baby potter, because you were one! You were a Horcrux and you're still alive!"
"OH YOU STUPID WHORE!" Harry screamed getting up of the ground and launching himself at Bellatrix. She blasted him away from herself.
"That's right, Potter," she whispered to his prone form. "You should be afraid!"
25th August 2003
Harry was surprised to have been left alone for a little while. He had a plan, but it wouldn't have worked had they not left him to heal a little. The trick was Bellatrix being a crazy bitch. The one constant in all of this. Bellatrix was seriously screwed up, in the respect she was subservient if you were mean to her. Look at how she was around Voldemort. That wasn't love that was some kinky ass fettishes.
Bellatrix was the one to visit him this time, throwing some food on the floor. Se looked around his cell, not seeing him standing against the wall, not expecting him to be standing.
"You like it when I call you bitch, don't you?"
Bellatrix turned shocked, her wand clattered to the floor. Harry kept the wand in his sights and he kicked the door closed.
"How dare you treat me like this?" He hissesed, "I was the one to kill that filthy Mudblood, and this is what I get?" He grabbed her chin, and she whimpered, going to her knees in front of him.
"He's not a Mudblood," she whispered. Harry backhanded her. She fell to the ground and he darted for her wand. It took her a minute to catch up, but she was closer and she snatched it up quickly, laughing.
"Clever boy," she said, levitating him in the air, she walked past and patted his hair, then let him fall to the ground.
31st August 2003
Harry was standing against the wall in his cell, Bellatrix groveling on the floor next to him.
"Potter," Bellatrix said again a whine, he slapped her.
"Master!" She cried, Harry growled.
"I think its time, Bella, you took me somewhere else," Harry jerked her up roughly by the hair and she eagerly scattered away, just how she acted around the Dark Lord. Harry smirked. He let her down and she led him to the door, she cracked it open and pulled him down a dark stone passageway. Rodolphus Lestrange was leaning up against the wall outside, He stunned Harry, and Harry remembered black.
Harry woke in his cell once more, his head was pounding and his mouth felt disgusting from weeks of not being able to brush his teeth.
"Sly of you, Potter, that was." Rodolphus kicked off the wall. "The only way I could keep Bella satisfied was complete dominance, course apparently you're better at that than I was." He kicked Harry's face, "you're a bitch, Potter."
Harry smiled, crookedly because of his broken jaw.
"Why won't you fucking die?" Lestrange growled, casting the cruciatus curse at Harry.
"I survived a lot in the war, Lestrange, you think you can do worse than Voldemort?"
"That's right, Potter, you were caught there for a few weeks by the Dark Lord, weren't you? Still have the scars, I presume."
"Of course," Harry said, ripping the hem of his shirt up to show his back to Rodolphus, a Dark Mark was burnt into the skin there, red, like an actual burn, not the black of the Death Eater's marks.
"You're brave, turning your back on me, Potter."
"I am a bloody Gryffindor, after all."
"Crucio!"
27th December 1997
Harry, Bill, Hermione and Griphook walked up the alley towards the bank. Having been the first time they had seen the world outside Hogwarts and seeing the run down frightened street was a shock to Harry and Hermione. Griphook was unusually quiet and Bill was playing his part of brooding foreigner well.
Hermione kept a very stern glare on her face which kept away anyone who may have, for whatever reason, wanted to chat with Bellatrix and the four people walked up the stairs undisturbed.
Hermione marched up to the front desk and stood before the goblin, who looked up from his paperwork with a stern expression.
"Now!" Griphook hissed in Harry's ear, and Harry pulled his wand, still under the cloak, and hissed; "Imperio!"
"Show the lady to her vault." Harry thought, and the goblin stood with a courteous smile and led them towards the carts. Like usual Harry ended up feeling ill, and Griphook laughed at him, having moved to sit next to Harry on the seat.
"Don't know how you could do this more than once a day," Harry muttered, Griphook laughed harder, then exclaimed, "Humans!"
"Shit," Bill muttered, ahead was a waterfall; Harry looked at him quizzically.
"The thiefs downfall," Griphook said, "you'll need to re-do the spell on Bogrod, quickly, after we go through it."
Hermione and Bill retained their disguises, the cloak got wet, but still worked and Harry quickly recast the imperious curse on Bogrod. The cart went deeper into the caves then Harry had ever been, and eventually stopped next to a ledge, with a cave in it, and rather unnerving scraping and growling sounds echoing off of the stone.
"Tell Bogrod to get the clankers," Griphook instructed, and Harry did, Bogrod the goblin walked around the stone wall and came back with two curious metal items. Then he began noisily bashing them together.
"Now we go," Griphook said, leading the way into the cave.
The thing making the sounds had been a great, white and pink, blinded dragon. it was cowering away from the noise and Bogrod quickly went to the vault door and pressed his hand against it.
The five people rushed in, and Bill quickly removed the protective curses, and Harry and Hermione began to look for the cup.
"There!" Harry said, pointing to a little alcove in the wall where a golden goblet sat. He made his way around the piles of gold and conjured a chair to stand on to reach it, plucking it out of the stone alcove and dashing back to where Hermione was standing with the sword of Gryffindor.
"It's a fake." Griphook, said, examining it. "A very good copy, but it's worthless."
"Can you copy the cup?" Harry asked, he took it and made a copy, then levitated the copy back to the alcove and vanished Harry's crappy conjured chair.
"Let's go," Hermione said putting the fake sword back and she led the way to the vault door, Bogrod going first with the clankers and the others followed the cursed goblin back to the cart.
"Now the hard part." Griphook said. Harry looked at him seriously.
"You and Bill get away from us as fast as you can," he said, glancing at Bill. "I'm already a fugitive, and so is Hermione. You don't need to give up your jobs."
Bill nodded, gripping Harry's shoulder. "I've no doubt Griphooks gone as soon as he can, but I'm here as long as you need me Harry."
"Not all goblins are selfish," Griphook sniffed, Bill glanced at him.
"I know," he said, "but you are."
The goblin nodded, with a wicked smile and was out of the cart and on his way as soon as they reached the foyer.
"Bill, you can go, I'm here to see them the rest of the way."
The three turned to see Dean waiting, hood pulled up, Bill nodded and left the bank first. Harry and Hermoione stepped into the foyer proper and Harry told Bogrod to go back to his desk.
"HEY!" Hermione twirled around to face the real Bellatrix Lestrange, and as soon as the whole crowd in the foyer had seen the impostors, alarms sounded.
Harry passed Hermione the cup and the cloak.
"Run," he said, I'll cover you!"
She donned the cloak and Dean and Harry leapt forwards wands at the ready.
Harry saw Dean get stunned, and managed to hold the attention of Bellatrix and her friends long enough to see Hermione's hand appear at the door, open it, leave and close it again. Then Harry was hit with a stunner, and all he knew was blackness.