Bellatrix smiled blissfully, twirling in circles and spinning her new toy with dizzying speeds. The little pug thought she was clever, oh so brilliant. To try and shame her darling little star with such an unworthy wizard. As if her magnificent Maia would ever allow such a beast to touch her, no matter his physical advantage, one should know better than to mess with a Black witch.
"Woof! Ruff ruff ruff! Woof woof!" She barked in the crying witch's face, spittle landing on her rounded cheeks. Draco had silenced Pansy when he dragged her to the dungeon with a magical tether. He had waved his aunt away from the where Mipsy had taken the wizard, absently granting full rights to the ugly little witch. "Don't you understand, doggie? Don't you appreciate someone speaking your language, you little bitch!"
Pansy Parkinson dangled upside down from the ceiling, heavy chains magically secured to her ankles. Her round face was green after being flipping right side up for a few minutes so the blood would not pool in her skull. The hem of her dress had been painfully stitched into the skin of her legs since she was not particularly curious about her pants. A round of crucio was lackluster without the delicious screams Bella just knew the other witch had for her. Spoiled little bitches like her could never handle the pain. With a flick of her wand, she could hear Pansy's little sobs and pleads.
"Please, I didn't do anything!" Pansy wailed once she belatedly realized that she had her voice back.
"Did you like it?" Bellatrix whispered huskily into the witch's ear, licking her lips when Pansy attempted to cringe away. Too bad for her she was not the first who had been suspended during interrogation…or just for fun. "You should know Black witches have sharp teeth. All the better to rip and tear and devour little piggies who forget the filth they really are. Mmm, you've been a naughty little piggie, doggie."
"Please, I didn't do anything." Pansy whimpered, wetting herself at the deranged look in the witch's eyes.
"Mmmm." With a wave of her hand, the younger witch spun wildly. Less than a minute later, Pansy vomited and Bellatrix cast a shield just in time to avoid the mess. "Maybe some time alone will help."
With that the lights cut out, making Pansy squeal in horror. Bellatrix had no issues moving through the darkness, letting the heavy door scrape the cement floor loudly. She knew when she slammed it closed, it would echo ominously. All the dungeons had been renovated when the Dark Lord claimed the manor. Her sister had not been impressed but Narcissa had been very happy to refurbish the rest of the manor once the Dark Lord's castle had been secured.
The hallways and rooms were kept sterile by the elves. After the Dark Lord left her darling nephew did a complete overhaul of the wards. Only those that shared blood with Draco could even see the dungeons, it made sense since that idiot Crabbe lost Potter. Down the stairs, she could hear whimpering and the heavy sound of boots. So many charms had been placed on the rooms to maximize psychological torture. Bella decided to simply watch from the stairs, allowing her nephew his fun. What a time to be alive.
"What made you think you could touch my wife, Pucey?" Draco asked softly, his voice echoing in the cavernous room menacingly. Adrian looked up from his slouched position with hazy eyes, the blood replenishing potions barely sustaining him. His arms and feet were tied painfully tight to the iron chair with thick ropes snaking around his body to hold him in place.
"It was a laugh, I wasn't going to hurt her." Adrain slurred, his head wobbling as if it were too heavy to hold up on his own. His robes were soaked through with his own blood even though the wound on his neck was healed. Though a scar remained, his wife's mouth had left that mark and something dark bubbled inside him. He wanted to tear the scar from his throat, Draco was the only one who could bear his wife's mark!
"I didn't ask that, Pucey. I asked why you thought you could touch my wife?" Draco demanded, grabbing a fistful of thick dark hair and pulling back harshly. Tears welled up in the older wizard's eyes when he met his wrathful gaze.
"I didn't know, I was told she would be into it, I swear. I'm sorry." Adrain croaked, his body drooping in exhaustion and fear. Draco growled as he flicked his wand, the man's trousers vanished, leaving him naked from the waist down.
"Pathetic. You think my wife would be pleased with such inferior..." Draco's lips curled in disgust and it took all of his willpower to stop himself from eviscerating him. His Lord would be cross with him if he just killed one another of his followers. "equipment."
"Mate! I'm sorry! I didn't know!" Adrain shrieked in a panic, his eyes sluggishly opened wide. Draco grabbed a potion from the small table beside him and poured it down Adrian's throat, making him sputter but he was suddenly energized when the potion took effect. It was as if Pucey had consumed ten pepper up potions, his every nerve and brain cell waking at once. Never once in his life had he felt so sensitive to his senses, he could even smell the citrus cleaner the elves had used on the floors.
"Better?" Draco smirked, taking a step back and tapped his chin thoughtfully. He glanced pointedly to the open doorway his aunt had been observing him from.
"Draco!" Bellatrix cooed, hopping down the final three stairs in a child-like fashion. She was one of the most entertaining people he had ever met and his wife adored the witch. So, like a good nephew he allowed her to circle him and place feathery light kisses on his cheeks before looming over Adrian. The wizard looked like he was on the verge of a fit, hysterical little whimpers left his throat when he realized his aunt arrived.
"Good evening, Aunt Bella. I'm sure you enjoyed your time with Pansy?" Draco said politely as he resumed his silent examination.
"Oh, yes, the bad little doggie thought she could play with a Black witch!" Bella snickered happily, twirling in a little dance to music only she could hear. "My Sweets is such a good girl. I would have left him to bleed out."
"My wife knows I would want to have a word with this...pathetic excuse for a wizard." Draco said thoughtfully, a small smile on his face as he thought of his wife looking feral, blood pouring from her mouth.
"Can I play too?" Bellatrix gushed, clapping her hands excitedly. Adrian's eyes widened comically, his tearful gaze following her movements like one does a wild, starving animal.
"Well, I suppose. I don't want to kill him...just make an example." Draco pondered aloud and he flicked his wand, slicing two identical incisions into Pucey's scrotum.
"Fuck!" Adrian hissed, the shock was more jarring than the actual pain. No man would ever want Draco Malfoy pointing his wand at their bullocks, he took a deep calming breath as his manhood remained intact.
"Exhaurirum." Draco whispered with a twisted smile, Adrain hysterical screams echoed against the stone walls. Bellatrix clapped happily, bouncing up and down, watching as he was quickly and forcefully drained and his scrotum literally deflated like a balloon.
"Oh, nephew. I'm so happy that my sweet found those old medical journals. They have the most interesting results!" Bellatrix smiled gleefully as Adrain's screams died down, becoming pathetic whimpers.
"Did you feel that?!" Draco barged into the dungeons where his mother and aunt were interrogating the blood traitor weasel mother. He didn't even pause at the sight of his own mother making long, even slices down the screaming woman's arm or his aunt shoving wooden spikes through the woman's nail beds.
"Maia took her lessons seriously! My smart baby girl!" Bellatrix cackled as she stood and smoothed down her pristine robes. Narcissa planted the blade in Molly's knee with one smooth movement, a smile blooming on her face when the woman's eyes rolled into her head and passed out from pain.
"Are you going to alert the Dark Lord? I'm sure Potter has her." His mother took his arm as they swept up the stairs, watching her son tap his wand to the pedestal to lock down the room. It wouldn't do for her husband to get any ideas.
"I'll send father, I'm sure the Dark Lord will understand not wanting to take the chance to allow Potter to escape. Mipsy!" Draco had a victorious smile on his face when the elf popped into existence at his side, looking at him with devotion. Curious little creatures his wife kept, they all considered him an extension of their Mistress, not that he minded much. They were the most efficient servants he had ever seen.
"Yes, Master?" Mipsy was practically vibrating in anticipation, Draco didn't pause as he grabbed his thick black cloak and fastened it in place.
"Tell my father that we received a call from my wife and the Dark Lord needs to be made aware immediately. We may know where Potter has her and we are already on our way. Mother will send the location once we've arrived." Draco said curtly, turning to assist Narcissa with her own cloak. The elf didn't even respond, just popped away to follow her orders. Draco stood between his mother and his aunt, allowing them to grasp his arms. With a deep breath they focused on the call of their blood and they were gone in a deafening crack.
"I've been here before..." Narcissa said thoughtfully, eyes trailing around the empty muggle street and she sent a message to her husband via an enchanted necklace she wore. Draco wasted no time in pulling out his wand and waving it in complicated patterns, testing for signs of magic.
"Why would you ever come to a filthy muggle dwelling?" Bellatrix sneered, tilting her head to the side in confusion when her eyes darted around frantically at the familiar street. It didn't make sense, she did not venture into the muggle world, toys were brought to her and the few raids she was sent on were always against other witches and wizards.
"Very old blood wards, we need a family member to reset them. These haven't been refreshed in nearly half a century." Draco scowled with his eyes closed and his hands raised to shoulder height. He took a deep breath as he felt his magic searching wards, impatiently trying to subdue them. It was odd that they were strangely accepting of his magic, almost inviting him to take control.
"No..." Narcissa breathed, her eyes widened when she counted the townhomes. A throbbing pain pierced her mind while she gritted her teeth at the headache. Damn the Fidelius Charm. "They used Aunt Walburga's home?"
"What? No I would remember..." Bellatrix countered quickly before realization dawned in her eyes.
"Fidelius Charm?" Draco wondered aloud, his voice oozing with superiority. The charm was good for hiding in plain sight but once the area was located, it was a simple matter of overpowering it. Why they would nullify half of the Black family wards just to hide the property was beyond him. If they had actually tuned the wards with some blood, Grimmauld Place could become a veritable fortress. They even made it plottable just to cast the damn charm! "When will they learn?"
"Obviously, not any time soon." Narcissa smirked, moving forward and extending her hand, waiting for her son to find the ward lines.
"Oi! Whatchu think you're doin out here?" A fat muggle in only his undergarments stormed out of his house with a cricket bat. The furry man glared menacingly at the trio as he approached them with the bat poised to strike. Draco didn't pause his wand movements and Bellatrix cackled, skipping towards the man with her wand drawn. "Oh, pretty lit-"
"Crucio!" Bellatrix cackled as the muggle fell to his knees screaming in pain. Her head tilted back, looking serene as her body danced to the music of his screams.
"Trixie! Do be quiet!" Narcissa chided her sister after her son found the ornate outer ward stones. Using her wand she made a small cut along her palm and let the blood trickle down onto the deep cut runes. There was a bright flash of light and the magic in the air seemed to expand as 12 Grimmauld Place came into view, appearing to push the other buildings out of its way.
"Avada Kedavra!" Bellatrix hissed, ending the hairy muggle's life quickly, while she would have loved to play with him more they came to rescue their girl.
"Nice work, Draco, Bella, Narcissa...I have awaited this day for so long." Voldemort silently apparated behind them. A small army appeared alongside him in clouds of black smoke, waiting anxiously for their commands. Two men broke apart and automatically began casting the standard wards around the property and street to keep their targets trapped and the muggle's away.
"Of course, my Lord, anything for you." Lucius simpered, hunching his shoulders low as he practically crawled on his belly for his master. The Dark Lord flicked his wand and Lucius found himself prone on the dirty street, a pained expression on his face as his master let out a long suffering sigh.
"You should be very proud of your son, Lucius. He has proven his worth in more ways than you can possibly wish to conceive." Voldemort sneered down at the man who was slowly pulling himself to his knees.
"Thank you, My Lord. My only wish is to serve." Lucius said humbly, he pressed a hand to his heart and gave a shaky bow. The Dark Lord's lip curled in disgust and stepped up to the trio that remained silent through the exchange.
"Remember, my people! It is the Order who are the last obstacle to reaching true enlightenment! It is the blood traitors that hold our society back from reaching our own pinnacle!" Voldemort shouted to the group that was watching him reverently, hanging on his every word. The death eaters raised their wands in a cheer of solidarity. "They have stolen your sister! Your brother's most beloved wife while she carries the future of house Malfoy in her womb and they have dared try to snuff out that bright spark of magic! We take them alive to show our world what happens to blood traitors. No harm will come to Maia Malfoy! Follow me, my liegemen!"
"My Lord, I will need to enter with my mother or Aunt first to allow you entrance. A simple spell over the threshold will allow everyone admittance into the house." Draco said clearly over the dull roar of his fellow death eaters. Even in his snakelike form, the Dark Lord was compelling. He rarely used it anymore and no one knew which was his true face. Whether it was the charming dark haired wizard in his prime or the intimidating one before him, his magic suffocated them all the same.
"Be quick about it, Draco!" The Dark Lord hissed, barely sparing him a glance as he breathed in deeply, reveling in his imminent victory. Draco, his mother, and aunt didn't need to be told twice, they rushed the door. Narcissa pressed her bleeding hand to the solid wood of the door while her son muttered a long incantation in Latin under his breath. With a flash of light the door opened and Bellatrix rushed in, skipping excitedly like a child on Christmas morning.
"Potty!" Bellatrix sang happily as she looked around the familiar settings of the main foyer. Now that the fidelius charm was broken she easily recognized the house she and her sister frequented in their childhood.
"Trixie!" Narcissa called from behind her but the mad woman paid no heed, skipping happily down the corridors as her master and her fellow death eaters stormed the house.
"Leave her, Narcissa. I enjoy her excitable antics." Voldemort chuckled darkly, confidently sweeping into the decrepit house. He heard rustling from above and he followed Narcissa's lead towards a wide staircase.
"Mistress Malfoy!" Kreature croaked sadly, he visibly shuddered with his arms shakily held out in front of him. "Master has..." He said no more as Draco flicked his wand and the elf was thrown from their path, impaling himself on a dusty goblin made sword. Kreature died with a smile on his face, his large eyes focused on his ancestors' heads that were mounted on the wall.
"Where is she?" An irate voice bellowed from a room up ahead, they could hear the floo activating multiple times and a group rushing towards them.
"Ron, you need to calm down. We don't know if it was Malfoy." A sorrowful voice tried to calm the man. The group of redheads stopped in their tracks as they were faced with Voldemort himself and about thirty of his faithful followers.
"Sectumsempra!" Ron bellowed at the sight of the white blond head of his hated school rival. All the confusion and anger bubbled to the surface when he saw the man standing impassively beside the darkest wizard of the century.
"Pathetic." Malfoy sneered as he flicked his wand, lazily batting the spell away from him. It was the opening to a very short lived battle, the Weasley family launched an attack of stunners, Voldemort was not idle. The Dark Lord's face broke into a sickly sweet smile and waved his wand in a high arch, a whip of fire appeared and wrapped itself around the Weasleys, burning through their robes and making them all cry out in pain.
"I have shown you mercy only for you to betray your own kind. I have shown the world that I can be a benevolent and forgiving ruler." Voldemort sneered, jerking his wand sharply, dragging Arthur and his son to their knees with his lasso.
"You are not our ruler!" Arthur grunted, failing at getting up from his knees. His face fell in despair when he realized his sons were wrapped up with him, their faces contorted in pain when the whip tightened around them all. It burned like nothing he had ever felt before, slowly ripping into his skin only to cauterize wounds and burn him again.
"I will make an example of you..." Voldemort raised his wand to curse the impertinent wizard but he paused was a high pitched scream echoed through the corridors. Draco and Narcissa didn't hesitate, leaving the others to follow the sounds of Bellatrix screaming. "Bring them to the manor. We will put them on trial for treason to the wizarding race." The Dark Lord spat as he gracefully swept past the Weasley family to follow the Malfoys at a more sedate pace. The corridors were long and winding but Bellatrix's hysterical shouts led him easily. He scowled as he found the trio looking despondent in a dusty room.
"Filthy blood traitor! Bombarda!" Bellatrix shrieked hysterically, herfamily not stopping her from destroying everything in her path.