Hey guys, sorry it's taken me so long to get this out, I seem to have a bad case of writer's block. So I'm terribly sorry if this chapter sucks/is boring/makes you want to kill me for making you wait so long for such a terrible chapter. A special thanks to BellasTrick who is amazing and wonderful and has kept me (or tried to) on track as far as the story. Btw, go check out her story, Shameless. It's, like, supermegafoxyawesomehot. (if you understand what that's from, I will love you forever and ever and message you until you decide to shoot me to shut me up.)
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Now, I have to say that this chapter and the next will be kind of weird, with the timing. This chapter is going to be with Bellatrix, and the next will be what happens to Hermione at the same time. I'm not sure how I would be able to do this without doing it this way, if that even makes sense. I'm sorry, I'm just very, like, disoriented and tired as I write this, and on top of that, I'm trying to make a timeline, of sorts, for the story, trying to figure what I want to happen and when I want it to happen and blah, blah, blah and I realize this is a run-on sentence and I really don't care, I will keep writing if I feel like it. That was a really long sentence. Well, of course it was, it was a run-on. Okay, I should shut up now.
Bellatrix awoke to a searing pain in her left forearm. She clenched her teeth and swallowed, taking a deep breath before grudgingly opening her eyes and sitting up. She looked to her right to see that Hermione was still fast asleep, curled up in her covers. She smiled a bit and placed a kiss to her forehead before getting up and summoning her wand. When she waved it over herself, a dress and corset flew from her closet. She quickly got into the garments and smoothed herself out before turning and Apparating with a crack.
She landed in Malfoy Manor and immediately started toward the dining room. Distantly, she heard the sound of her sister crying. Actually, what Narcissa was doing was more like bawling, her cries meshed with screams. Her pained sobs could be heard all the way down in the ballroom, where Bellatrix had landed. Now, Bellatrix didn't know where her youngest sister was, but she assumed she was in her room. Since they were children, Narcissa hadn't liked to cry in any place other than the sanctity of her bedroom. Bellatrix's heart ached for her sister, and she briefly thought on releasing her brother-in-law and nephew. However, those thoughts were quickly vanquished by the ever-present memory of what they had done to her young lover. As much as she hated to admit it (even to herself), she would let Narcissa suffer as long as it meant that Hermione's rapists got what they deserved for hurting her little one. Perhaps she would comfort her sister later, she thought. And anyway, if Hermione's plan to get her Weasley friend into Narcissa's panties worked, she would no longer be alone. Hey, maybe they could all have a foursome, Narcissa, Hermione, the Weasley, and Bellatrix. That could be very fun. Bellatrix could teach the ginger some tricks as, from what Hermione had told her, the girl was extremely inexperienced. Apparently, the only thing remotely sexual she had done was kiss the Potter boy. Bellatrix shuddered just thinking about it. How could she bear to. . . she couldn't even finish the thought. Potter was such a whiny little bastard, and she had only faced him, what, three times? He was far too emotional, unable to control himself at the smallest thing. She couldn't comprehend how she could stand being around him, let alone kissing him. She made a face and kept walking.
The only sounds in the hallway were Narcissa's wails and the quiet noise her skirts made as they brushed against the marble floor. She realized at the near-silence that, in her haste, she had forgotten to put on her shoes. She wasn't even wearing flats! She was bare foot! She sighed at her stupidity and walked faster, knowing how impatient her master could be. Finally, she reached the archway leading into the dining hall and entered, lowering her head in a show of respect.
After a moment, a voice broke through the sudden quiet of the secluded room. "Bella," said the Dark Lord, to which she replied, "My Lord." She kept her head down, as was customary. She stayed quiet, her lips practically sealed together. She knew better than to talk out of turn around him; she had learned that lesson the hard way, years before, when she had just met him. She hadn't even received the Mark, but he had taken it upon himself to make sure she didn't make the mistake again. She was pulled out of her thoughts of the past when he spoke again. "Look at me, Bella, and tell me what you see," he said.
She raised her head high and saw him immediately, sitting at the head of the table. Where Lucius usually sat. A smirk graced her lips at the thought of her sister's husband, hanging in her secret place, broken into tiny pieces.
"Something funny?" The Dark Lord frowned, and Bellatrix caught herself, returning to a neutral expression.
"No, My Lord," she said respectfully, looking down so as not to meet his eyes.
"Very well," he replied. "Now then, tell me what you see."
"What I see, My Lord?" she asked, keeping her eyes downcast.
"Yes, Bella, what you see," he said, in a tone that suggested she was an idiot. "Look at me, and tell me what you see."
She raised her eyes and examined his features. Two red eyes, a mouth, no nose, of course, but two slits where his nostrils would be; he looked completely normal. Well, as normal as he could look. "I see you, My Lord, nothing else."
"Exactly, Bellatrix." She flinched. He only ever used her full name in serious times, usually when he was angry with her. She couldn't think of anything that he would be angry about; she hadn't done anything wrong. Well, of course she had done a lot wrong, but she couldn't think of anything he would know about. He couldn't possibly know about Lucius or Draco; no one but herself and Hermione know. Could he possibly know about Hermione?
Nonsense! She would know if he knew, because the only way he would have found out was if he had used Legilimency on her, in which case, she would know. Not even the Dark Lord could attempt to enter her mind without her knowing. She was the most accomplished Occulmens he had ever met, the only one that could successfully keep him out of her mind for extended periods of time.
Again, he interrupted her thoughts by speaking. "You see me, Bellatrix. Now, I want you to think. I know how difficult it is for you, but I want you to try."
She gritted her teeth at the insult and breathed deeply through her nose. It wasn't common that he insulted her, but when he did, it was concerning something she took great pride in; this time, her intelligence. His mouth twisted into a sneer. "Do you not like when I insult you, Bellatrix?" he asked mockingly. "Does it hurt you?"
"No, My Lord," she responded, her voice hard.
"No?" he said, rising from his seat. "Are you sure? From the way you tensed up, I thought it did." He began to make his way to her, the snake she despised following beside him. When he stood in front of her, Bellatrix had to crane her neck to see his face, she was so much smaller than him. "I don't like when you lie to me, Bellatrix," he hissed, and pulled out his wand. She braced herself. "Crucio."
She pressed her lips firmly together to keep from shrieking, and shut her eyes tightly. Her fingernails dug into her palms, distracting her for a moment from the pain coursing throughout her entire body, and she struggled to stay upright. She knew if she showed any sign of weakness (like falling to the ground, or crying out), she would only be punished further. Luckily, he only kept her under the curse for a good fifteen seconds. When she was released, she drew in a shaky breath and realized she hadn't been breathing at all.
"I will ask you again," he said coldly. "Does it hurt you when I insult you?"
"Yes, My Lord," she said, willing her voice to be strong, not to waver.
"Why is that?" He looked at her with a bored expression, raising what would have been an eyebrow. "You may speak freely," he added.
"Well, My Lord," she started, preparing to tell him what he wanted to hear. "I don't like when you insult my intelligence because, frankly, I take pride in the fact that I am a rather smart witch." She looked up at him just in time to see him scowl.
"If you truly were smart, you would know better than to speak to me that way," he growled, and spat again, "Crucio." Of course, he set her up just so he could torture her more. She should have known better.
She clenched her teeth and closed off her throat, not allowing her building scream to escape. The white-hot agony swept through her veins as if her blood had turned against her, had somehow morphed into venom that would keep her in excruciating pain for the rest of her days. Somehow, this torture was worse than any that she had ever endured. Maybe it was because she was still sore from the first. Perhaps it was because it happened so quickly after the first. She hadn't been forced to withstand two Cruciatus curses set so close together since she was young, and still living in her parents' Manor. Nevertheless, because the pain was so great, a squeak slipped past her lips, and she doubled over. For this, she was tortured for longer.
He finally let up after what seemed like an eternity, and turned, walking back to his seat at the table. "Come and join me, Bella," he said pleasantly, and she would've forgotten her recent tortures if not for the ache they left behind. Stiffly, she made her way to the table and sat in her usual seat, to his right. She was, after all, his right-hand. Her hands folded in her lap, an old habit, and she looked down at them. "Tell me, Bella, where were you before I called you? What were you doing?"
"I was at Lestrange Manor, My Lord, sleeping," she said.
"Sleeping," he murmured, seemingly thinking. Out of the corner of her eye, she saw him sit back in his seat and look at her, examining. She raised her eyes a little and saw his rove over her. "Who were you sleeping with?"
That startled her a little, and she looked up at him. "My Lord, my husband is still missing," she said carefully, making sure to keep her mind closed off.
"That does not answer my question," he said sharply, sitting up suddenly. "Answer my question."
"No one, My Lord," she lied, keeping her voice even. "I was alone."
"Are you sure about that, Bellatrix?" he questioned. "No late-night suitors staying the night?"
"No, My Lord," she said, lowering her eyes again. "No one." She stiffened a little as he moved out of his seat, his black robes billowing after him.
"Stand," he ordered, and she complied, getting to her feet. She looked at a spot on the floor in front of her as he walked around the table, coming to a stop behind her. She managed not to flinch when he placed a hand on the back of her neck and guided her to the middle of the room, and left her again. She stood silently, unaware of where he had gone, but knowing that she was not to move. After years in his service, she knew what the Dark Lord wanted without him having to speak, which she was rather proud of. Lucius couldn't do that, nor could Dolohov, or MacNair, or even Severus. "Bellatrix," his voice came from behind her.
"Yes, My Lord?" she said softly, swallowing hard. She was now sure that he knew something, she just didn't know what, or how he knew.
When he came back and faced her, she saw for the first time the anger in his eyes. No, it was more than that. It was fury, brimming in the red slits he called eyes. Fear filled her own, and she cowered slightly in his shadow. "Did I or did I not forbid you from seeing the Mudblood again?" he asked.
Bellatrix's insides began to crumble. He knew. How could he know? He couldn't possibly know; there was no way he could! The only people that knew were herself, Hermione, Lucius, and Draco! Lucius and Draco were. . . unavailable, at the moment, she hadn't let him know, in any way she could think of, and Hermione. . . Oh, gods, what about Hermione? She wouldn't have told him, but he would have been able to get it out of her. But Hermione had been with her all night! At least, she thought she had been. But how would the Dark Lord have known to look into her mind? How would he have known to get to her, if he hadn't known that Bellatrix had her back in the first place? Bellatrix was so lost in her thoughts that she didn't say anything.
"Answer me, Bellatrix!" he hissed, and turned his wand on her. "Crucio!"
The pain hit her like a brick wall. Since she was caught off, a short scream escaped her throat and she stumbled, before catching herself and clamping her mouth shut, forcing herself to straighten up. She ground her teeth and clenched her fists, trembling. She wavered once, her knees giving out, but she managed to stand her ground, getting back up when she started to fall. She swallowed heavily as tears welled up in her eyes. Immediately, she pushed them back.
When he let up, she struggled for breath, prying open her eyes to look at him. "You did, My Lord," she managed to choke out.
"So you were aware," he stated. "You were aware of your complete disobedience in seeing her again."
"My Lord, please let me explain," she said, clasping her hands in front of her.
"There is nothing to explain, Bellatrix," he said. "You knowingly ignored a direct order, and you must be punished for it."
"Please, My Lord, listen—"
With the word spoken, Bellatrix wasn't able to keep from falling to the floor. She collapsed, curling into a ball. A scream slipped past her lips and her tears won the battle, streaming down her face in rivers. She hid her face in her knees and cried, her shoulders shaking from the force of her pent-up sobs. She couldn't even form a coherent thought, let alone even attempt to force words out, words that might be able to stop the pain assaulting her body. Her back arched and she clung to her legs for dear life, as if they were the only thing tethering her to reality. Black spots began to form in her eyes. She closed them tightly and let the agony overtake her.
Then the pain vanished, and she managed to calm herself down enough to look up and beg in a whisper, "My Lord . . . please, listen to me." She wiped at her face with her sleeve, drying her tears.
"Get up," he commanded, "and explain yourself."
Slowly, Bellatrix released her tight hold on herself and sat up, groaning at the ache. She quickly got to her feet, shaking. She stumbled once, nearly falling back to the floor, before she got her footing and stood up straight. "My Lord, please understand that I have no feelings toward her whatsoever," she said in a tight voice. "She is a plaything, and nothing more."
"Are you sure about that?" he asked.
"Yes, My Lord," she said, and nodded.
"You have no feelings toward her? Not even sympathy?"
She shook her head. "Of course not, My Lord," she replied. "She's nothing but a filthy little mudblood. Why would I feel bad for her?"
"Very good, Bella," he said, and smiled. Something about the uncommon curve of his lips made Bellatrix uneasy. Nothing good could come of that "smile," she thought. "Then, if you don't feel for her, you wouldn't mind bringing her to our next meeting."
"The next meeting, My Lord?" she asked. She struggled to contain her growing dread. What would he possibly want with Hermione? Maybe he wanted to. . . try her out for himself? Oh, gods. The mere thought of the Dark Lord touching her Hermione like that, working away on top of her, made her sick to her stomach. She shuddered slightly. Why else could he want to see her? There had to be another reason. There had to. Maybe he wanted to see her in action, to help him understand why Bellatrix disobeyed him. Even that wasn't much better. She would die of embarrassment. As soon as she thought that, she realized she sounded like a spoiled teenage girl. "Oh my god, he saw me looking at him? I'm never showing my face ever again! I can't face him ever, ever again! What am I going to do? I'll die of embarrassment!" Gods, Bellatrix, pull yourself together, and never think like that again. Teenage girls were so overly emotional. Now that she thought about it, Harry Potter was more of a teenage girl than she had ever been. She smirked at the thought.
"What's funny, Bella?" he asked, fixing his features into a curious expression. Bellatrix cursed herself for letting herself be caught twice. Twice! In one day! In one meeting, no less! Unacceptable!
"Nothing, My Lord," she said, quickly pressing her lips together and creating a disinterested appearance for herself. "Nothing at all, I just got lost in my own thoughts. You know how I tend to do that a lot."
"Yes, Bella, you do. Now, what was funny? I'd like to know." He took his place at the head of the table and sat back in the chair, forming a steeple with his fingers over his lap. "I do enjoy a good laugh now and again." He tilted his head to the side and watched her carefully.
She considered lying for a moment, but thought better of it. There was nothing linking that thought to what she had really been thinking about, was there? And surely the Dark Lord would enjoy hearing this, and agree with her. After a moment of silence, he spoke again.
"Come and sit with me, Bella," he said, waving his hand, "and tell me what amused you." The chair to his right immediately pulled itself from the table, and she walked on shaky legs to take a seat. When she sat down, he waved his hand again and the chair pushed itself back in. She sat up straight in the chair and watched him, not wanting to be tortured again. Of course, if he decided to torture her again, there was really nothing she could do about it. She wouldn't attempt to stop him; she wouldn't win that battle, as talented as she was.
"I was just thinking, My Lord, about how the Potter boy is more of a teenage girl than I ever was. Don't you agree?" she said, managing to keep her voice steady.
He chuckled. "Yes, Bella, that is true. From what I saw of you when you were young, you were more a man than even Lucius was." Bellatrix beamed at the compliment. "Good, I see you understand that was meant in the best way possible," he said. "It could have been taken a different way."
"Yes, My Lord," she replied, and thought for a moment, that he had forgotten about Hermione.
She was wrong.
"Now, tell me about your mudblood," he said, lacing his fingers together and looking at her expectantly.
"Well, My Lord, what would you like to know?" she asked, fidgeting with her fingers under the table, out of his line of sight. If he saw her squirming, he might think her nervous. She was nervous; she just didn't want him to know.
"What is so special about her?" he inquired. "What is so utterly fascinating about this mudblood that you would disobey me just to be with her?"
"It is not so much a fascination, My Lord, but more of a . . ." she trailed off, searching for words. He watched her closely, waiting for her to finish. "More of a . . . preference, My Lord." At his silence, she continued, "Though she is a mudblood, she is a better lover than—"
"Lover?" he interrupted. "I thought you did not feel for her, Bella."
"I don't, My Lord," she said, keeping her composure. "What I meant was, she is better in bed than Rodolphus, and anyone else I've ever been with. That is the only reason I kept her."
"If she is nothing more than a slave for your pleasure, Bella, then you may go," he said, "as soon as you promise me just one thing."
Bellatrix nodded. "Of course, My Lord, anything."
"Wonderful," he said, surprisingly pleasantly. "Then you shall bring her to the next meeting. You shall see what for when it comes. You are dismissed."
Without a word, Bellatrix rose, bowed low, and turned, hurrying out. When she entered the hall, she could hear her sister's cries again, distant and pained. She would deal with her later; now, she had to go and tell Hermione she was to come with her the next time she was called. As soon as she reached the ballroom, bypassing the Anti-Apparition wards, she turned on the spot and Apparated back to her manor. But as she landed, she looked around to see that Hermione had gone.
I know, that took SOOOO long to get out, and I'm really sorry guys. I hope you liked this chapter; I wrote it in about six hours after a burst of inspiration. Umm, thank you to my beautiful girlfriend for keeping me on track with all this and . . . encouraging me to finish the chapter. So thank you baby! I'm not really sure what else to say now, soooo. . . bye!