it was a spy’s pleasure. far too aware of the way other’s moved, looked, breathed; her eyes cataloged the lestrange, who dorcas would reckon toed the line between brilliance and wildness with her calculated moves and dangerous attack ready mind. “really? i’d bet a tenner on the whole mudblood thing OR yorkshire - still undecided, i think i can push different people’s buttons with either, y'know?” the smile on her lips was one of contained amusement, and her eyes didn’t leave the other woman. her words couldn’t scare her. “come on, beatrice,” the smile grew, “as if i still had to TEMPT you. your eyes have been on my throat since what, ‘73? how’d you reckon you’d do it? not anything boring like a killing curse for me, right?”
she almost falls for it. she’s so close to telling dorcas just how she’d meet her end, but she catches herself before either of them get the satisfaction. a brutal smile ( shaped by years of terror ) lingers on her lips, and she cocks her head to the side, pretending to be interested. “careful, dorcas --- or that’ll be your undoing,” she replies, not bothering to feign actual concern. they both know where she stands, and bellatrix prefers to be straight forward anyways. smile turns wicked, and she strolls forward, putting herself close enough to dorcas so that she’ll feel her breath against her neck. “don’t test me,” she hisses, her voice chilly. she can practically hear the screams already ---- the pleads for mercy. it’s a hymn that she’d like to savor. “counting the days?” she whispers, painting on a vicious smile, her teeth grinding together. there’s a devilish flicker in her eyes, and she takes ahold of dorcas’ jaw, jerking her face towards her. “or maybe i’ll just show you.”
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bellatrix did not leave. he didn’t expect her to. “glad to know i’m on your mind. contrary to you, though, i do have shit to do, so don’t get too comfortable.” he could see right through her, through all her lies, hatred, feigned innocence; and if there was one thing that truly set him aflame was not just wickedness, but hidden wickedness. honesty was a valuable quality few criminals possessed, and oh how he’d take the worst of outright villains in exchange for even the pettiest of liars. as the woman leaned forward, his fingers touched his wand, so ready to use it. the rest of him, however, did not move. “the most fun. free tomorrow, bellatrix?” his eyes searched for her hands, despite being aware that she’d likely not try anything against him inside the ministry. could never be too cautious though. “we could start with last week’s murder at abbey wood, or the massacre in muggle glasgow, or some of the missing people files i have there, the tortured couple in york from last month - should i go on?”
her vicious glare is sharper than ever, but she stays put, forcing herself to suppress the feral instinct to inflict pain --- to kill. now is not the time - even bellatrix realizes that. instead, she digs her nails into the palm of her hands, fingers becoming dipped in blood, a calmness overcoming her. an almost docile smile slips onto her lips, but her glare is still hostile. “oh, always, alastor,” she replies, and pauses, her gaze lingering a little too long on his wand-hand. she takes his suspicion as a compliment. “ are you threatening to have me thrown out? “ she fires back, amusement apparent in her tone. bloody fingers reach for the ink bottle on his desk, and she weighs it in her hand, toying with it back and forth as she contemplates his words. she knows that he’ll readily use anything she reveals about herself, or her husband, against them. she should be careful around him --- but hubris has always clouded her better judgement. “so eager to see me again? i should be flattered.” eyes darker than midnight flash brightly with entertainment and trepidation. she looks about ready to come undone, to succumb to whatever impulse or instinct that is currently driving her. but she knows that the dark lord wants her to maintain her cover at the ministry ( however boring that may be ), and killing alastor moody doesn’t work with that plan. unfortunately. so instead, she licks her lips, and tosses him the bottle of ink. “you say such sweet things, alastor,” she whispers, her voice but a soft hum, her words lacking their usual sharp edge --- it clashes heavily with the evil in her gaze. playing coy doesn’t come naturally for her, and in just a few years time, she’ll boast openly about everything that she has done. she wishes that time could be now. “you really think i’m capable of all that?”
“well, thank you. i’m glad to know i’m fulfilling my purpose.” oh, how she loved pushing bellatrix’s buttons. “what does it better?” she walked slowly, taking her time going around the chair with her hands on the back, like a shark circling the prey even if she herself could so easily become it. “the lying? the talking? the dirty blood? is it just because i’m from yorkshire? i honestly get that.”
she hums in response, maintaining a somewhat calm composure, even though her eyes are flashing with anger. lips stained with sin turn upwards into a half smirk, half sneer, and she gives dorcas a long look. she makes her sick. “ at least you have some self awareness, “ she mutters, letting out a short huff. as if that’s a virtue. pretending to contemplate dorcas’ words for a few seconds, she cocks her head to the side ( something feline like in the motion ), and curls her fingers around her wand. “ just existing does it just fine. “ she pauses, eyes narrowing. “ don’t tempt me to change that. “
He had walked away from his desk for only a minute- going to talk to a co-auror about an incident that happened over the weekend. His hazel eyes narrowed as he saw a figure in his office that definitely was not there before. He guessed it could have been Emmeline, she happened to pop in a lot. As the sandy haired male came closer, he suddenly became tense with realization. This was not a welcomed guest, but none other than Bellatrix Lestrange. As he moved through the office’s doorway he responded to her question. “I mean, I worked so hard to get it- it’s not like i’m going to give it up so easily.” he chuckled. “I didn’t kill anyone…? Though i’m not surprised that’s the first thing you thought about.”
she pretends to ponder his words, teeth digging into her bottom lip as she raises an eyebrow. midnight eyes are glittering with a lethal mix of amusement and hunger, and she leans forward, unruly hair falling over her shoulder. “you worked hard?” she questions, and her smirk widens into a demonic grin. “how noble of you.” tongue runs over her lips, and she taps sharp fingernails against his desk. “well, should have known better than to think that’d you’d just admit it.” a pause follows her words, and her eyes gleam with dread. “you a hero, fenwick?”
His light chocolate eyes blinked, almost rolling. Bellatrix couldn’t be that naive to think he cared about something so trivial as a raid. Regulus honestly wished the war would swallow humanity whole- leaving him safe from having to deal with any bullshit possibly thrown his way. Realistically, he had to survive in the current, which meant being the heir of the Black family and having strong ties with the death eaters. “No, I’m definitely interested. I mean, I have to be. What was the result of all of this?”
“ critical thinking never was your strong suit, was it? “ she comments dryly, an agitated look flashing past her face, pitch black eyes hollowing with exhaustion. “ some were caught — will most likely meet their end at the hands of a demontor’s lips,” she drawls, words slow, not even attempting to hide the madness that lingers right below the surface — the death eaters are HER people, but she will always enjoy pain, regardless of where it comes from. their pain is her pain, and it fuels her hunger for blood.
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“Pretty threats, Bella,” Lucius said, not quite sing-songing his words but the lack of concern he held over them was evident. He had never once doubted the love between Bellatrix and Narcissa, for that reason alone, he knew that he was safer than almost anyone from the woman. “I must say that I hope they do as well.” He replied as he carefully considered his next move before making it. “She is much better tempered than I, though I hope they inherit my sleeping pattern after the first few years of their life.” He added, a slight smile on his lips as he thought about their child that was to come. “But it will be the Malfoy name that he carries so the likeness is bound to shine through.”
"flattery will get you nowhere,” she replies, eyes flashing abrasively as she stares him down, gaze as sharp as ever. fingers trace the top of her glass, and a coy smile appears on her lips, head cocking to the side. her next move is made swiftly — appearing to be without much thought, but the calculating flicker in her eyes tells a different story. “and what sleeping pattern is that, malfoy? always pictured you in a coffin,” she says, smirk turning into a snarl, wryness lingering on her face as she takes a sip of her bourbon, letting the warmth of the alcohol roll over her. “and there’s time to make a black of him yet. i’ll make sure of that.”
at the elder black’s harsh words narcissa took a step back out of guilt? out of fear? out of confusion? she couldn’t pin her emotions correctly but her hesitation to speak was there contemplating whether to bite her tongue or speak some truth. “not particularly.”
She never wanted to be the person that would make Narcissa retreat, like her parents had. FEAR isn’t meant to be part of the equation when it comes to Cissa and Bella — but here they are. And she can SEE her sister switch between emotions, WEAKNESS apparent on her face. “ Stop acting like a child, Cissy. Don’t put your life on the line for someone like... him. He’s not worth it.”
“ i’m surprised you don’t recognise it, ” kitten heels click against the dark wooden floor as she walks up to the desk. fingertips grazing the surface as she looks around the room until eyes re-focus on her dear friend. upon alecto’s lips an innocent smile makes its appearance as she continues the suspense. these games would never get old, not with bellatrix, for they had played them for decades. “ you see –– ” hand move to idly flip through some papers as if they are far more important than to answer the brunettes teasing question. like a parent scolding a child with a gentle nudge. “ it was your father i killed to have it. ”
she is incapable of being anything different from what she is, so eyes light up like hellfire, darkness succumbing into a twisted mix of pleasure and rage. alecto’s words cut like knives, and it’s a pain that bellatrix craves — like an addict lusting after their next fix. lips stained red with sin curl to one side, and amusement flickers behind her dark stare. “trying to strike a nerve?” she asks, and a smile that could cut through flesh grazes her features. head tilts to the side, and she inspects her finger nails ( making sure that her attention is ANYWHERE but on alecto, just to spite her ), shifting the carefully sharpened claws into a curled up fist. after a few seconds, her gaze meets alecto’s, and an eerie calmness transcends upon her. the usual fire bubbles underneath her skin, but she keeps it tightly locked up when she coldly stares at her friend. “ you dare speak about my father when we haven’t seen your mother in... “ she trails off, and cocks an eyebrow. the pure blood families are not only tied by blood, but they also trade in secrets — having known each other for long enough to uncover something unsavory about each and every clan. her stare sours, and she lets out a scoff. “ and i think we both know that if you had my father killed, you’d have gotten a better office than this. “
alastor put away the quill as soon as the familiar voice reached his ears, not deeming her presence worthwhile enough for an immediate reply. instead, he took away all of the papers that’d be restricted to her, especially the order related ones in the bottom of the many piles at his desk, storing it all on drawers before finally looking up. he did not look pleased. “yes, of course, you’re delightful. don’t you have some work to do, bellatrix?” he refused to refer to her respectfully by her prestigious surname. “unless you’re here to confess, but I highly doubt that - so leave.” his hand was already hovering over his wand, just in case, so trigger ready, so tired of all these games everyone seemed to play that just dragged along the war.
nose is scrunched up, and blind curiosity takes over her gaze as papers are put away, hidden away from her reach. she’ll always WANT ( and most importantly, TAKE ), what she can’t have. she throws herself in one of the office’s chairs, and leans back comfortably, as if she owns the place. “ not on the clock right now, “ she responds, a smug smile slipping onto her lips. “ came to see my husband, but then i thought of you. just had to say hello. “ her voice is laced with a venomous sweetness, poisoning the air as she speaks. alert eyes lit up as she notices his state of preparedness, but she doesn’t act. instead, she leans forward, placing her elbows on his desk, infringing on his space. “ let’s save that for another time, huh? make a date of it. wouldn’t that be fun? “ she says, and her smile turns playful. at this point, she’s just fucking with him, seeing what will get a reaction.
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“…what was that? I’m sorry, I wasn’t exactly paying attention.”
the lestrange manor is dimly lit with candles hanging in the air, and there’s a chilly breath of air flowing through the living room. bellatrix is sitting in the antique couch, legs crossed in front of her and a glass of wine is placed comfortably between numb fingertips. she’s looking her cousin over, dark eyes curious, trying to get a read on him. she can tell that his mind is elsewhere. “i was telling you about how last night’s raid went. thought you’d be interested,” she answers, words falling off her tongue slowly. “but clearly not.”
001. bellatrix was born into a family where purity, status and riches ruled all --- everything else was either a side thought, or simply not tolerated. though far from the perfect daughter ( she always sensed that they’d rather have a son, anyways ), bellatrix grew up to become the favorite ( or as much as the blacks could have a FAVORITE ). while her raging temper got her in trouble, she was STRONG ( a respectable heir in the making ) ---- and most importantly, closely adhered to the principles of the black family.
002. she was the product of a respectable pureblood marriage - nothing more, nothing less. her parents ( druella rosier & cygnus black III ) were never in love, but they tolerated each other ( during her childhood, it was implied that this was the IDEAL scenario ).
003. strict rules, harsh words and high expectations followed bellatrix through her childhood and teenage years. the family’s reputation weighed heavy on her shoulders ( the burden only increasing when andromeda was shunned from the family ), constantly pressuring her to excel. luckily, she shared her parents’ ambition and values, and slowly formed herself into a worthy heir to the black throne ( as was expected of the ELDEST child ).
most of the laws set out by her parents were easy enough for bellatrix to follow anyways, which resulted in her being able to get away with much else. as long as she didn’t deviate from what was seen as proper, druella and cygnus were willing to turn a blind eye when necessary.
004. bellatrix came to understand as the years passed that her younger sisters suffered worse fates at the hands of their parents than she ever had. if her heart had been softer, she may have tried to protect them ---- but instead, she told herself that it was a necessary evil. they had to learn.
005. she loves both of her sisters, but would rather die than admit that she still cares for andromeda. she does though.
006. she always had a special bond with her father, who came to view and treat her like the son he never had. with him, she learned to hunt and began delving into the dark arts. he was her first mentor, but not the last.
007. once bellatrix reached the age of 23, her mother became worried that she hadn’t yet settled down into a good marriage. but bella was far too focused on the death eaters and her obsession with the dark lord to pay much mind to her concerns ---- she still had time. however, a year later, bellatrix eventually married a fellow death eater ( rodolphus lestrange ) and her parents breathed a sigh of relief.
008. it was expected of the lestranges to produce a heir --- but neither was very interested in having children. to keep her parents happy, she claimed that she was unable to produce a child, but that they were trying ( not totally uncommon in pureblood circles due obvious reasons). bella doesn’t give a fuck, and will continue lying until they stop asking.
009. bellatrix’s marriage to rodolphus was initially solely based on politics. their union was considered pure and raised the status of both families, but love never had anything to do with the wedding. at first, their relationship was very professional ( almost business like ) and lacked any emotion ( except maybe the occasional outburst in anger ). but as time went on, both came to realize that they fit together like two puzzle pieces ( or two magnets, if you will ). they were opposites ( she was hot, he was cold, she was the hammer, he was the scalpel ), but COMPLEMENTED each other perfectly. with him, bellatrix found some peace of mind --- the turbulence of their relationship ( unmatched violence & toxicity ) being what she craved and desired.
010. though her upbringing solidified the person ( monster ) she was to become after graduating from hogwarts, it did not CREATE her. she’s not a product of her childhood --- instead, she created herself when she chose to act on the prejudices that she had been taught ( it was after all possible to REJECT them, andromeda proved that ), and eventually joined the death eaters. bellatrix has always been fully aware of what she is doing. she was born rotten, and she’ll die just the same.
she should really stop doing this --- she’s toying with fate, a game of cat and mouse with her INEVITABLE end. but they make it so easy, and bellatrix lacks the self control to RESIST, when something is laid out for her to just take. some day, that’ll walk her right into a trap. but today, it has led her to someone else’s office --- she’s sitting in their chair as if it’s HER throne, her feet crossed comfortably in front of her on their desk. a heavy silence hangs over the room, but bellatrix isn’t uncomfortable. she thrives on it. they stare at each other, her black eyes indicating a challenge, but boredom still lingering right underneath the surface. “you want your office back?” she asks, a half smile, half sneer playing on her lips. “just one question before i go,” she says, her eyes sparkling like thunderclouds before a hurricane. she’s not planning on going anywhere. “who’d you kill to get this view?”
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the foreign look of pain in her eyes may have been far worse than his gaping wounds, such an odd an uncomfortable sight upon his casually cold wife. unable to hold back a hiss in response to the seeing pain bleeding through the gashes rodolphus wasn’t sure if he could give her an accurate answer. if only he had passed out and could wake up after all of this was over. “unfortunately, i don’t know.” his gaze met hers, that speaking far more than her words. he was half attempted to chuckle at her statement and lighten the mood, he never had great timing. “i’m not goin’ to die, bella. don’t tell me you’re worried,” of course he knew the answer, how could neither of them not worry as he bleed onto the sofa. “mmm good girl,” rodolphus spoke softly forcing a hesitant half smile.
" i’m not worried, “ bellatrix mutters, but it falls off her lips a little bit too quickly to ring true. her hands aren’t used to being gentle, so she presses a little too hard against the wound, and bites down hard on her lip when he hisses in pain. inflicting pain on her husband has never been an issue before - so why is it now? she tries to shake the thought, and instead gives him a dark look, trying to conceal the WORRY in her eyes. “ want me to knock you out? “ she asks, forcing a smirk onto her lips. a gut wrenching moment passes, and she lets out an exasperated sigh --- giving in. “ let me --- “ she pulls his arm across her shoulders, forcing him to put his weight on her. they’ll never speak of this again --- she’ll make sure he remembers that in the morning. “rodolphus. you should lie down. so shut up and let me help you. “ slowly, she moves them across the house ( deliberately bumping him into some furniture too, for good measure ), and pushes him onto their bed. “ i’m gonna get a drink. the GOOD kind.” she pauses, shooting him a sharp stare. “ you stay there. “
“Thank you for that incredibly vague explanation, Bellatrix.”
“ WEASLEY, don’t ask questions you don’t want to know the answer to --- you really think i’m going to share ANYTHING with you? please, i’d rather die. ”
