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Contains: Abuse, swearing, murder, the usual. All chapters will be rated M just to be safe, so Dont read if it offends. I dont have time for rude reviews, but nice and constructive critizism is welcome. Cissatrix is involved later in the story. And there will be mutliple pairings.
Author's Note: This doesnt follow a strict plot to Harry Potter. I have changed a few things, kept a few characters. This is Post War. And it's kind of a crazy twist. So dont be mad or offended that I have made this up. please read and review. you have been warned that it changes the plot of the books.
Summary: Bellatrix makes a lapse in judgment that sets in motion her husbands downfall, and her life to uproot. Can Narcissa help her get through this? And what does Hermione have to do with this whole thing?
Chapter one: Taking Over Me
Bellatrix sat crying, letting the tears fall for the first time in 25 years. She had never let anyone see her cry, the only person who had accidently witnessed it, was Narcissa, and that was only once. And now she wasn't even sure if Narcissa would ever talk to her again. Bellatrix's first choice to get rid of her baby had hit home for Narcissa. She never understood Bellatrix's choices growing up or what she had been through in the years she had served Voldemort.
Narcissa knew nothing of the horrors or horrific things Bellatrix had done and witnessed under Voldemort's reign of terror. Nor the torture she had suffered at his own hand. Narcissa knew nothing of the rush she felt when she murdered or when she tortured, not that she had murdered more than once, her expertise was torture, not murder. she always got off on inflicting pain on others, their pitiful cries and pleas of surrender, or their cries of pain. She loved them, and once she started she didn't stop.
Bellatrix Lestrange always finished what she started.
She was snapped out of her reverie by a set of strong arms on her thin shoulders.
"Bella?" Rodolphus asked, his cold voice sent shivers down her spine.
Bellatrix stiffened, his tone of voice suggested that he was angry with her for some reason or another. Perhaps he had heard the conversation between she and Narcissa.
"Bella?" He asked again.
"Yes?" Bellatrix replied weakly.
Her voice was hoarse from crying.
"Where is Narcissa?" He asked.
"She…she um…she left." Bellatrix replied trying to find the safest way to explain her sister's abrupt departure.
"How come she left in such a hurry, that isn't like her, did you two have an argument?" He asked.
"It's nothing that I want to talk about. Least of all with you." Bellatrix spat.
His grip on her shoulders tightened, she winced at the pain, but didn't let her pain show, and he hated it when she showed weakness.
"I don't like your tone of voice." He said in a low and deadly voice.
"I don't much care what you like or don't like Rodolphus. You don't scare me anymore." Bellatrix said with all the force she could muster.
He chuckled coldly and moved away from her.
"Why don't you just tell me what is on your mind, you never used to keep things from me." He said, his voice losing it's razor's edge.
She stood looking at him, her eyes wide and dangerous. He raised his eyebrows in surprise; he couldn't think what could be making her so upset. He knew not to mess with her when she was angry, he knew she had a horrible temper, but even this was a little extreme for her.
"I am only trying to figure out what has your knickers in such a twist. This is a little extreme, even for you Bella." He said.
"I already told you, it is nothing I want to talk about with you." She said through gritted teeth.
"Well if you don't want to talk to me fine, but you know I will find out eventually, so you had better start explaining to me what it is, or else." He said.
"Or else what Rodolphus? You'll hit me again? Torture me again? Rape me? I am sick of your threats, you aren't a real man, you're just a scared little boy!" Bellatrix shrieked.
"You better watch what you say to me woman." He hissed, his hand closed tightly around his wand.
But she was too quick for him, he knew that it was foolish to take her on when she had her wand, she was a witch with uncanny senses and prodigious skill. She was second in power to Lord Voldemort afterall.
"CRUCIO!" She shrieked.
He crumpled to the floor, writhing in pain. After a few moments she lifted the curse and he clamored to his feet, shaking and coughing.
"You'll pay for that woman." He said in a low and deadly voice.
And before she could throw another curse he had her by the throat up against the wall. She struggled and gasped as his grip became tighter. Her wand fell from her hands and rolled across the floor out of reach. Silent tears fell from her eyes as she tried to protect her stomach from his punches.
"Plea…se…." She choked.
His grip loosened and she fell to the floor, gasping and retching. She never begged and pleaded. Something was defiantly off.
"Are you pregnant?" He asked.
She stared up at him in shock; he had figured it out quicker than she thought.
"Because the last time you were pregnant, you defied me like this too." He added still looking at his wife.
She swallowed hard and nodded.
"I expect that you will take care of it?" He asked, this was more of a statement rather than a question.
"Already ahead of you." She lied.
"So this is why your sister left in such a hurry? Probably to go cry and sulk for her insane sister. Narcissa has always been the weak one, and as for Lucius, that bastard, he is weak too." He mused.
"Don't you dare talk about Cissy that way." She hissed.
"I don't think you are in any position to make threats Bellatrix." He said advancing on her.
He grabbed a fist full of her wild, raven curls and with his free hand punched her hard in the stomach. She doubled over in pain as he repeatedly threw blows at her abdomen. She stifled a moan of pain as he dropped her to the floor and began to kick her hard in the torso. A sickening crack told her that he had broken her ribs. She coughed and she could taste the metallic tang of her own blood in her mouth. She begged for him to stop but that made him even more furious. One last punch to the face and kick to the abdomen, and he stood and drew his wand.
"CRUCIO!" He bellowed.
A wave of nausea hit her like a ton of bricks as the pain crashed down on her. Ten minutes later he stood over his wife's broken, bleeding and trembling body.
"That ought to teach you never to betray me again. I know it isn't mine. This should teach Lucius to never touch my wife again." He said coldly.
He walked out of the room and she heard a loud crack as he disaparated. She could feel her insides churning, another wave of nausea hit her and she dry heaved, having not eaten in the past couple days; there was nothing to throw up. He blood was boiling in her veins, and every inch of her body hurt, and the only person she could think of, the only person that she wanted to see was Narcissa.