Chapter 8

"All it takes is one bad day to reduce the sanest man alive to lunacy. That's how far the world is from where I am. Just one bad day."—Alan Moore-Batman: The Killing Joke

"Hear the loud alarum bells -

Brazen bells!

What a tale of terror, now, their turbulency tells!"—Edgar Allan Poe-The Bells

Making a second Horcrux was a lot easier than his first.

It still hurt beyond anything else, ripping a piece of his soul out and jamming it into the ruby Daphne had provided, but the process as a whole seemed to go quicker and smoother.

And then he had a second one, a second link to eternal life.

He turned the ruby over in his hands, the chain it was attached to clinking gently.

It was lit up from within, glowing with a dull light.

'I hold my soul in my hand'

It glinted, seeming to wink at him.

He focused on his connection to Daphne, determining her location.

She was at the Greengrass' manor, that much he could tell.

And then he felt her moving.

He stood up, making his way downstairs, opening the front door just before she stretched out her hand.

He stared for a moment, entranced.

The changes the last Horcrux had made to her appearance had been exacerbated by her creation of the next one. Her nose seemed flatter than it had before, her eyes a brighter red, her features harder.

It all just brought her beauty out more.

She held her hand out wordlessly, a ruby on a chain dangling from it.

He raised his own with a grin.

"Will you-will you wear it?" He asked, suddenly nervous.

"Only if you'll wear mine"

She turned, pulling her hair in front of her face.

With trembling hands, he fastened it around her neck.

She stroked his neck as she tied hers onto him, giving a kiss to the back of his head before she pulled away.

It felt warm against his skin. Warm, comforting, welcome.

"I think we should celebrate, don't you?"

He nodded.

"Well then. Let's go see Capella"

Capella was barely recognizable as having once been Tonks.

The woman who used to smile and joke with Harry was gone, replaced by this creature who kneeled in the center of the room, trying to make herself as small as possible.

She kept turning her head with skittish motions, glancing at Harry and Daphne before darting her gaze away.

"It's...impressive, what you've done with her" Daphne said, causing Bella to laugh happily.

"Thank you, dear. She's been a bit of a burden, but it'll all be worth it soon"

The scars and burns covering Capella's body didn't hide the words on her chest. Harry couldn't really make them out, not clearly, but he knew what they said.

'Nice of Bella to let us play with her toys'

He said as much. Bella clapped her hands together lightly and scowled at him.

"I've only been offering since I got her. It's a pity you didn't come earlier when she had more spirit. But it's still fun now. She's close"

On the floor, Capella shook, the collar around her neck pulling at the chain and making it jangle.

"Close?" Harry asked.

"Close to finally accepting who she is. Probably another few weeks"

"Well," Daphne said lightly, laughter bubbling under her voice, "good thing we came now"

"Exactly. Next thing you know, it'll be too late"

Capella let out a little whimper.

"You're welcome to share ours when we get her," Harry said, still not looking up from the miserable figure, "I think we'll only be getting her next week. And we're definitely gonna be using some of your ideas"

"You're so sweet," Bella whispered, "but I'm sure I'll be busy with Capella. I'll help you get her settled in though if you want?"

They both nodded.

"Now. Rules. No killing her. No breaking her. No calling her by that old monstrosity of a name. Her name is Capella. And try not to injure her in ways that I can't heal. When she finally accepts it, I want her in good physical shape"

Harry and Daphne nodded.

Bella drew closer to them and whispered, barely audible.

"She thinks her wolf is dead. Keep it that way"

"You'll be good for them, won't you, Capella?"

Capella whimpered and tried to scuttle away from them.

"Have fun"

"We will"

Bellatrix left the room, closing the door behind her.

As they advanced on Capella, she turned her head towards them, moving in strange, jerky motions.

And she started to beg.

"Please. Please. Please. Please. Kill me. Kill me. Break me, kill me. Please. Please. I'll do anything, just kill me. Please"

Harry and Daphne looked at each, and both burst out laughing.

"Well. That's pretty erotic" she said softly. "Let's get started, shall we? Crucio!"

And Capella screamed.

They lay together, her head on his chest, his hands reaching over and cupping her tits.

Capella's entreating cries still echoed in his ears, making his cock twitch.

They hadn't bothered washing the blood off of themselves before they ended up in bed. It had dried, leaving smears across their hands and faces.

"You think Bella will really get her to do it?"

He thought about it, remembering Capella's screams.

"Yeah. She'll do it. She'll do anything to get away from her situation"

Daphne shifted, moving her hand to pull the necklace until the ruby was hanging between her breasts again.

"You wanna try something like that? With Ginny?"

"Na," He said, shaking his head. "Don't have the patience"

"Figured as much"

He started stroking the jewel hanging around her neck.

"Are we being stupid? Keeping these with us? If we get caught in fiendfyre, or if a Killing Curse hits us right there..."

"It's fine. Even if that happens, we still have the other one. And in another few months, we'll have even more. How many can we make, anyway?"

"I'll have to check with Him. But I don't know if we can make more than seven"

"What would you want to use, as your next one?"

"Not really sure. I was thinking of just using a galleon, something no-one could ever figure out"

"Smart. And you could just put it in the new bank, once Draco gets it running"

"Yeah. Just leave it there. You?"

"Absolutely no clue. Probably just do that. It sounds pretty good"

"I had a lot of heirlooms and stuff, in my Gringotts vault. I'd love to use one of them. But..."

He shrugged, helplessly. His vault, like those of all the publicly known Death Eaters, had been confiscated, the contents shared between the goblins and the ministry.

"Speak to Draco. That's what they're working on, trying to get our stuff back together"

"Yeah. I should. Haven't really hung out with him for ages. Or Blaise. Or even Crabbe and Goyle"

She smiled impishly up at him.

"What, have I been taking you away from your friends?"

"Between you and the Dark Lord, I've been pretty busy"

"Well, you should spend time with them. With Draco. You know, Tori's sure he's gonna propose"


She nodded, her hair rubbing up over his chest and making his toes curl.

"She says once things calm down with the bank. And apparently, they've just found a bunch of records in the Gringotts ruins, so it shouldn't be too long"

He whistled softly. "Wow"

"You feeling the pressure?" She asked, her fingers started to toy with his thighs.

"Not in the least," he said with a snort.

Her fingers stopped their caressing.


"Don't get me wrong. I just think it's dumb. What the fuck do we need to get married for? You literally have a piece of my soul around your neck! You-we're Marked as each others'. What do we need to stand in front of a crowd and make promises for? It's not gonna change our relationship"

She began rubbing again, her hand slowly making its way higher.

"It's not for us, silly. It's for everyone else. For them to see. And to make it official"

"Who cares about everyone else?"

"We pretend to. And anyway, it's a chance to have a party and make everyone give us presents"

"Not till the war's over"

"No. And not till you give me an actual proposal"

He rolled his eyes.


"Besides. It'll be good for the kids when we have. For their parents to be married, I mean"

"And that won't be for a long time. Kids, I mean"

"Why not?"

"I just-I'm just-"

He sat up suddenly, pulling back and causing her head to fall onto the mattress.

"Sorry. I just-I don't think I'm anywhere near ready. To be a responsible parent"

"Bullshit. You'd be a great father"

He held up his hands, Capella's blood flaking off from under his nails.

"Would I? Really?"

She followed his gaze and gave a sigh.

"You'd be fine. You wouldn't do that to them"

"How can you be sure?"

"Because you're worried about it. And because you'd have a lot more fun teaching them how to do it"

"That's...probably right, actually"

Her hand started moving again.

"Oh, Harry," she said huskily, repositioning herself on top of him, "I'm always right"

He settled into the armchair, his feet resting comfortably on a small footstool.

Draco bent forward in his own chair, massaging his leg furiously with a scowl on his face.

"They still hurt?"

The blonde growled and leaned back.

"Only when I've been standing for hours. I tell you, I'll be beyond glad when we're done in those fucking ruins"

"I'll drink to that" Harry said, raising his glass.

Draco clinked his own to it, making the firewhisky throw up sparks.

"How much longer do you think it'll take?"

"Fucked if I know. We just found their treasure ledgers, but they're written in Gobbledegook. And then coded. And Gobbledegook doesn't work well with translation spells, so we have to wait for this old guy to read through them before we can work on the codes"


"Got that right. It took a month and a half to work through the money ledgers. Even with all the organization charms, still took that long. Fucking goblins"

"At least you don't have to deal with them"

Draco snorted. "I'd sooner slit my wrists"

"You haven't opened yet, right? The temporary one, I mean"

Draco shook his head.

"We've said next month. I think we'll make it, to be honest. The money...the money's easy enough. We know how to make galleons, and we've started replacing the ones that were lost, refilling people's accounts to what they were. The heirlooms and stuff. Those are a different story entirely"


"Yeah. We found all the stuff in the ministry. But the goblins locked up the ones they kept tight. Real tight. And none of us really know much about goblin magic. Even the old Gringotts curse-breakers, the guys who're working for us now, they don't know these things. So we have to go real, real slow. Don't want to set off any traps"

"That's for sure"

Draco drank deeply, one of his eyes spinning around, the other one focused on Harry.

"We're planning on opening for real next year. Use Gringotts' premises. And after that, I'm gonna propose to Tori"

"Congratulations. Mate, seriously. It's awesome. You and Tori, you guys really go well together"

Draco smiled, his entire face brightening up, the bags below his eyes seeming to vanish for a moment.

"Thanks. She's-she's amazing. I just feel so-so-so comfortable with her, you know?"

Harry nodded. "Like you don't have to put on a mask. You don't have to think about what you're gonna say or do next the whole time"

"Exactly" he shook his head ruefully, clicking his tongue. "Merlin, Harry. How the fuck did we get to be so lucky?"

He thought about Blaise, how he walked around all sullen and depressed. When he was even around.

"I don't know. I'm just happy that we are"

"Yeah. I-I want you to be Best Man. I know it's still in ages. But-"

"Do you even have to ask? Of course, I'll do it. As long as you'll do the same for me?"

Draco started chuckling.

"God, we've become sappy bastards, haven't we?"

"I blame you"

"Well, you would. We've come fucking far, haven't we? From those two boys in Madam Malkin's"

"I don't think they'd even recognize us"

"No," Draco said, raising his glass to Harry's again, "they wouldn't"

They drank in a comfortable silence.

"You seen Blaise lately? I haven't seen him since before America"

Draco sighed, looking morosely into the empty fireplace.

"Yeah. He's doing better. But he-he needs to get out. I think you should take him with when you go to the Weasleys. Have him do something. Take his mind off of things a bit, maybe"

"That," Harry said, considering it, "could be an excellent plan"

"Wow," Harry said, looking around and crinkling his nose, "we always used to mock Ron about his hovel of a home. Never knew it was actually this bad"

At the sound of her son's name, the mother gave a moan and almost fell. She leaned against her husband, her whole body shaking.

The surviving Weasleys were standing together in a line, father, mother, two sons, and daughter.

Standing disarmed and magically held in place in their shithole of a house, facing a group of Death Eaters.

"You know, don't you?" He said with delight. "Somehow, you know"

"Please," the father said, "please, we haven't-"

"Shut up. You don't get to talk if I don't let"

He swallowed, sweat dripping down his forehead.

His sons glared at Harry as if they were basilisks. But they had nothing on the pure rage in their sister's gaze.

'This is going to be so much fun' he thought, his pulse quickening.

"Yeah. Ron's dead. He was caught breaking into Azkaban. No doubt trying to free some of the inmates. Terrible to see how badly you raised your kids. Really sad"

The assembled Death Eaters laughed, as Mrs. Weasley shook with her great sobs.

"In fact," Harry said, raising the sack he held, "I decided to be nice. To let you all see him one last time"

And he withdrew the rotting head from the sack. He raised it up by the hair, lifting it high for the Weasleys to see before dropping it on the dining room table.

Immediately, the sons and daughter started screaming, shouting out curses and insults and threats, and the mother's eyes rolled up into the back of her skull as she fainted.

Harry calmly pointed his wand at the bitch. "Ennervate"

Her eyes opened again.

"Someone shut them up"

He heard Blaise and Daphne casting the silencing spells.

"You don't get to faint. You don't get to miss the fun"

He breathed in deeply, savoring the moment.

"Now. You've proven to be pretty shitty parents. One son dead for mouthing off to the Dark Lord, another dead in rebellion. Two joined Grindelwald. And that cunt," he pointed at the older son, the one with the gaudy earring, "was part of a group of Order of the Phoenix fuckers who attacked us"

He turned to Blaise.

"That one. The oldest son. He helped them. He helped kill Theo"

Blaise didn't even wait a second.


After a bit, Harry stopped him.

"Don't want to break him too early, do you?"

Blaise just scowled at him.

"So. I think I'm going to kill you all. Slowly and painfully. Won't that be nice?"

He laughed at their expressions, at the tears pouring down the father's face.

"Seriously. We told you all. Fight against us, and you and your families will die. We weren't joking. And your family has done a lot. Ain't that right, Blaise?"

Blaise growled, raising his wand again.


Again, Harry waited a bit before interrupting Blaise.

"Don't worry. There'll be plenty of time for all of that. And for all of you. Hell, we could keep you all for months until you break. Or until we get bored of you"

The mother fainted again.

With a sigh, he resuscitated her.

"Or. Or, Ginny can come with us. Of course, we'll do all sorts of terrible things to her. She'll beg us to kill her long before we actually do. It's up to her, really"

He stared at her as she cried soundlessly.

He fancied he could see the debate in her mind.

"But," he continued, "she'd be saving you all from such torment. I wonder how brave she is. How much she loves you all"

She stared back at him with such delicious hatred in her eyes.

"I swear to you, Ginny. Give yourself to us, and I won't kill them. I won't hurt them. But choose to be selfish, and I swear to you, I will make them curse your name"

He saw it, the moment she decided. When resignation and fear crossed her face for a second before hatred again replaced them.


The Death Eaters around had their wands raised, pointed at the family as they cried and shouted, as the father and mother gripped their daughter's arm and spoke urgently, begging and pleading with her.

"Ginny. Ginny. D-d-don't do this. Ple-"

"Shut up, Weasley. I removed the spells so that you could say goodbye to her. Anything else, and you lose your chance"

"Maybe you'll lose your tongue, too"

"Hush, Blaise. Give them a chance"

The Death Eaters stepped back, giving the family a chance to hug and kiss her.

'And try to talk her out of it'

He was expecting it when the one brother tried to throw something at them.

Before whatever it was even left his hand he was stunned.

"Time's up. Come, Ginny."

She walked over to them slowly, her feet dragging like they had weights tied to them.

'Not yet they don't'

He gripped her by the hair the second she was close enough, pulling her head back, exposing her neck.

"We are going to have so much fun," he hissed, ignoring the mother's wails. "We're going to fucking ruin you, bitch"

She didn't say a word.

He punched her in the belly and she tried to double over, her breath coming in wheezes.

Dimly, he heard shouting, then body-binds being cast.

Then silence.

"Stupid cunt. Diffindo. Diffindo. Diffindo"

She started kicking out like crazy, spinning around and trying to punch him as she spat out curses and her clothes were sliced off of her.

"Fucking cunt. Parzala Degarmi! Parzala Degarmi!"

She screamed as her legs broke, falling out from under her.

Harry yanked her hair.

"I never said you could sit on the floor. Get up, bitch. Get up"

She just sat there, her legs splayed out in front of her, her tits shaking as she screamed and cried.

"Get the fuck up or else"


He whispered it into her ear, his wand poking her between her ribs.


She started shaking even worse than before, her screams burrowing into his ears, making his cock harden.

He ended the curse and vanished her clothes before she even stopped shaking.

"Hey. Daph. Should we fuck her here? Or wait till we're at home?"


He heard the smile in Daphne's voice as she incanted.


He let go of her hair, letting her roll around and smash her head.

He just stared into her siblings' and parents' faces as they stood there, unable to move, unable to look away.

He giggled.

Eventually, the screams died down.

He turned to look at her.

She lay on the floor, vomit next to her face, piss running down her legs.

Her body still shook.

"Na," Daphne said, "let's take her home"

He reached down and grabbed the bitch's hair, pausing for a moment to slap her across the face.

"Stand up. Or we go for another round"

And she did. Sobbing, shaking, almost falling a few times.

But she stood.

And she screamed and screamed and screamed, standing on her broken legs.

He slapped her again, hard enough to leave a bright red handprint against her already blotchy face.

"Stop screaming. Or it'll be a lot worse"

She did, looking like she was going to pass out.

"Wave goodbye to them. To your family"

He laughed.

"Don't you want to blow them a kiss? You're never gonna see them again"

He patted her on the head when she was done.

"Good. Good. Blaise, you're up"

Blaise's wand flashed.

"Avada Kedavra"

And her brother fell dead, the Killing Curse ending the body-bind and letting his body crash to the floor.

"Avada Kedavra"

The mother was next.

"Y-y-you s-s-said you w-wouldn't. Y-you s-s-swore"

He looked at her with a grin.

"I swore that I wouldn't hurt or kill them. And I haven't. Blaise is doing it"

"Avada Kedavra!"

The father fell, looking relieved as he died.

He giggled as her legs gave out, as a clump of her hair was left in his fist.

"Y-y-you're a m-m-monster"

He put his face right in front of hers, staring into her eyes.

He heard Blaise casting the torture curse.

His tongue lapped out and caught a tear.

"I guess I am. Isn't that a surprise"

As he stood up, he kicked her in the face, her nose crunching as it broke.

"Avada Kedavra!"

The last one died.

"Daph, will you get some pictures, please?"

"Of course"

She walked past him and started clicking away, taking photographs from all different angles.

"Get one from outside also, please. With the Mark above this shithole"


"Now, Ginny. Let's go to your new home. We've got some work to do. Luckily, Bella's willing to help"

He gripped her arm tightly, his nails biting into her skin. And with a crack, they were gone.

He stroked her bleeding back, letting his fingers dig into the deep furrows the whip had left.

She kept tensing, trying to move. But she was tied down far too tightly to allow for that.

Her legs, splinters of broken bone poking through the skin, were splayed wide, pushing her ass up on the table, displaying her holes. Her arms fastened to the opposite side of the table she was bent over.

"H-how can you just-just-just treat people like this?"

She sounded different, without her teeth. The words seemed mushy.

It was a pity that she was bent forward. That she wouldn't be able to focus on the word carved into her chest.

'Bella's a fucking genius'

"It's very easy," he said, letting his hands roam lower. "There's nothing to stop me"

"I'm going to kill you" she tried to threaten, although the menacing tone was ruined by her sobs, "I swear. One day-"

He and Daphne laughed.

"Somehow, I really, really doubt that. Even if you somehow survive, somehow have enough strength to try, I really doubt you'll succeed"

"If-if-if I don't, Fred and George will. They'll kill you. They'll fucking kill you, you-"

She stopped talking suddenly, taking in a deep breath as he pushed his cock up against her virgin ass.

"If you get any shit on me," he warned, "you're gonna lick it off. It's not like I have to worry about your teeth, do I?"

"Pl-please. Please. Please don't. Please"

Her begging grew more frantic, her cries becoming more urgent, as he pushed his way into her.


His hands found their way around her throat as he thrust, and he heard her cries cease.

"Shut. Up. Whore"

Each word punctuated with the sound of his flesh pounding into hers.

He let go of her neck, and in the instant, she began coughing, seized her hair and slammed her face into the table.

He could feel it building within him, his muscles beginning to tense as the explosion drew near.

And he heard Daphne giggling, and saw her wand poking the bitch right between the eyes.


Her body tensed, everything tightening and shaking as she screamed and cried, and it threw him over the edge.

He thrust in, as deeply as he could, and let his seed flow into her.

His stolen orgasm seemed to end at the same time her screaming did, and he pulled out, his dripping member softening.

He looked down at it and laughed.

"Looks like you've got work to do. Open your mouth, whore"

She shook her bloody, tear-streaked face while he walked in front of her, her mouth kept resolutely shut.

Daphne raised her wand again.

"If you don't do it, we'll hurt you some more. And if you do, maybe we'll heal your legs"

The next month seemed to fly past in a haze of blood, screams and the click of the camera, with Harry and Daphne spending almost all day toying with Ginny.

Almost, but not quite.

"I want to celebrate," Bellatrix said, staring at him unnervingly, "she's finally come round"

"Really? Damn. That's amazing"

Bella preened, looking chuffed.

"Thanks. Of course, I'm still going to keep her there until she proves herself. But once she does, can I bring her to play with your toy?"

He glanced at Daphne for a moment. She nodded, a small smile playing at her lips.

"Yeah. I'm not sure what we're gonna do with her once we've set the trap, but if it's before then, definitely"

Bella hummed to herself for a second, looking thoughtful.

"When do you think it will be?"

"He said another week or so. He wants to wait till His manor is sorted out so that we've got somewhere to run if we need to. And He wants to make sure there'll be some vampires here, in case Grindelwald brings Inferi"

Bella nodded, staring at him again.

"Well, I don't think we'll be done before then. Can't you just keep her? They're much more fun if you're training them for something, anyway"

"Harry says he's not patient enough. We were thinking of letting Crabbe and Goyle take over afterward. If we don't just give her to the wolves"

"Don't let the beasts keep her. She won't last a day. They have no concept of self-control. Let the idiots have her. Please?"

Daphne just smiled while Bella went on, undeterred.

"Please? It'll be good for Capella. And I'm sure the idiots will like her. Surely there wasn't a girl stupid enough to fuck them at Hogwarts?"

"They already do like her. And so do the wolves. She actually seems to prefer the wolves"

"Then it should be obvious who you give her to!"

Harry started chuckling, scratching at the scar on his face as he spoke. "Bella, we're just fucking with you. We already told Crabbe and Goyle they could have her. So if they let, then it's fine. Although we did tell them to share, so they probably will"

Bella clapped softly, a mad smile covering her face.

"Excellent. Excellent. Now, I must go. I've got a lead on the Secret Keeper, and if I want to get the mudblood, I can't let this one slip through"

And with that, the lunatic witch left.

Her one eye was unfocused as it looked at them.

"I said: won't that be nice, bitch?"

She nodded slowly.

His wand flashed, and a patch of skin on her cheek the size of his palm began to bubble up, skin melting as it boiled.

"Shut the fuck up!"

She did, her face purpling as she swallowed her screams.

"We left you your tongue so that you could still speak. Tell us. Won't that be nice?"

Her voice sounded rough, dry and half-dead.

A far cry from the energetic screams she had been giving off seconds before.

"Yes, sir"

"You miss your brothers, don't you?"

"Yes, ma'am"

"What are they?"

Her throat worked soundlessly for a few seconds, her voice only emerging as he raised his wand.

"Worthless blood traitors!"

"Whose fault is it, that you're here? That we've ruined you?"


"If we tell you to hurt them, what will you do?"

She started crying, tears flooding out of her eye and filling the cuts on her face.


"If we tell you to hurt them or else we hurt you, what will you do?"

Again, his wand began to rise, and the words tumbled out of her mouth.

"Hurt them"

"Good. Good"


He looked at Daphne. "Did you feed her yesterday?"

"Weren't you meant to?"


He conjured a glass, and a wordless aguamenti later, it was full, condensation beginning to form on the outside of the glass.

"Do you deserve it?"

She sobbed, her hand held out beseechingly.

"What do you think, Daph? Does she deserve it?"

Daphne nodded, smiling at her and patting her on the head.

"Sharptooth says that eight wolves left satisfied last night. I think she does"

"Wow. Fuck, but you're a whore. Here you go, whore"

Her trembling hand reached out to take the glass.

And he smashed it into her face.

He heard the camera click, and he turned to look at the picture as it developed.

It had captured the moment perfectly, the look of shock and confusion written clearly across her face as blood poured down from the shards of glass stuck into her.

"Pl-pl-please. W-w-water"

He conjured another glass and filled it.

Again, she reached out a trembling hand.

This time, he let her take it.

"Good girl. If we see a healer, we'll send them to you"

And they left the room, her broken, hopeless sobs following them out.

They stood, hand-in-hand, watching as the owl disappeared into the evening sky, its parcel swinging below it.

"You think they'll take it?"

He nodded. "Remember what Horatio said? The elves collect the mail and check it for curses and stuff. They'll give it to the fuckers"

She stood on her toes and kissed him, her tongue darting out to lick up a drop of blood that was drying on his cheek.

"This is gonna be so much fun"

He smiled and hugged her close, as the owl continued towards Scotland, and night began to fall.