#auntie bellatrix

[incorrect-malfoys]

Bellatrix: Goodnight, Draco

Draco: Goodnight, Auntie Bellatrix

Bellatrix: Goodnight monster that eats children who are bad

Rodolphus, through a walkie-talkie under the bed: GOODNIGHT

[miss-grimwood]

“I love your drawing. Is that a cat?”

‘I love your drawing.’ Bellatrix said. ‘Is that a cat?’

Draco frowned at her. ‘It’s papa.’

‘Oh.’ Bellatrix tried to hide her laugh, turning to Narcissa for guidance on how to respond to Draco. It had been easy when he was a baby, just hold him and keep him safe, but now he was a toddler, she was completely out of her depth.

‘It’s very good, dragon,’ Narcissa assured him, ‘papa will love it.’

Bellatrix and Rodolphus shared a glance across the room.

They definitely weren’t ready to be parents.

[malfoyfeed]

Draco: I'm bored.

Bellatrix: me too.

... Silence

Also Bellatrix: let's go bother your father.

[a-morningstar-120]

Yes, I am the hysterical, unstable bitch that will eat your children for dinner.

Bellatrix Lestrange, probably.

[daughterofyourdarklord]

What is first war Delphi’s biggest fear then?

It was horribly loud. 

The little witch jumps up, she and the elf both startling at the bang. Violent voices are quick to follow, booming down the corridors. An eerie magic descends upon the estate, something Delphini has never felt before. It surrounds the castle grounds as though keeping something out - or someone in. 

“You stay here, Mistress Delphi. Tippy will go check on the visitors..” The house-elf disappears in a pop. 

Something isn’t right. More screams follow, deafening bangs as if furniture is being strewn about. 

The little witch takes a few hesitant steps backwards. The noise seems to be getting closer, frantic footsteps echoing down the hall. There’s another bang, this time right against the door. 

Delphi darts, hiding behind the expansive desk papa had just sat at days ago. Mama left to go find him… To make sure the bad guys didn’t have him... She’d left Delphini alone with the elf late last night.

The little witch peers around the desk, watching as the handle to the door abruptly turns. 

“Delphini!” 

It’s Mama! 

She’s up and running to Bella in a flash. Quickly, her mother slams the door shut. Delphini can still hear the echoing shouts of Uncle Rody, the screams of other wizards she does not recognize. 

“Mama!” She yelps, catapulting into anxious arms. She has so many questions but is far too frightened to voice them. There’s banging again, someone else is trying to get into their room. 

Her mother’s wand is hot from use, perched protectively against Delphi’s back. Bellatrix smells like smoke, her magic buzzing around her more frantic than Delphini has ever felt it before.

Mama’s scared.

Delphini doesn’t know what to do. 

Hastily, Bellatrix surges forward towards the large windows. She’s favoring her left leg. Delphini notices blood seeping down the back of her robes. Something is very wrong.  

“There’s wards!” A gruff voice shouts just on the other side of the door. 

Delphini is locked in her mother’s arms, head tucked against a slender shoulder as she watches with wide eyes as four wizards barrel into their rooms. 

The bad guys…They found us! 

She’s frozen in fear but mummy is not. With a wave of mama’s wand the windows along the back of the room shatter, it’s a steep drop to the grass below. She thinks mama is about to jump but something stops her. Before Delphini can process it, a wave of red flies by, Bellatrix twists them out of the way just in time. 

“There’s a child!” One of them screams, her mother’s hold is near suffocating. In a flash Bella's wand is raised and ready, eyes bouncing from one Auror to another. Several more of them begin to funnel into the room.   

“Don’t you move, Bellatrix!” A new angry wizard screams - he only has one eye. More wands than Delphini can count are pointing at them now. “There’s no escape - the manor is surrounded, there’s an anti-apparition ward cast over the entire estate. It's over.” 

Her mother is panting, heart racing so loud Delphini can hear it. The little witch’s eyes immediately fill with tears, so gripped with fear she can’t manage a sound. Slowly she turns in her mother's arms to get a better glimpse of these monsters. Bellatrix reaches up to shield her face, turning to try and hide her from view.

“There is no record of a Lestrange child… We weren’t briefed on this.” The youngest of the bunch speaks up, his teeth sharp. 

“Put that girl down.” 

Another steps closer. Bellatrix flinches away, arms protective around Delphini. She grips her mother’s robes tightly in return, her own arms shaking around Bella’s neck.

“Put her down, Bellatrix. No one else needs to get hurt today.”

Her mother responds with a savage curse.

Two of them are on the ground before Delphini can catch up, the rest on the defensive. A stray hex manages to slip through her mother’s shields, cutting along her sleeve and leaving a line of blood in its wake. 

“You can’t duel her! There's a child-” 

The one-eyed Auror growls in response, quickly sending another of her mother’s cursing spiraling back at them. Bella ducks, bringing them to the ground. The curse shatters a different window, glass spraying across the room.

Delphini sobs as shards rain down upon them. 

“Give us the girl, Bellatrix!” 

Mummy is crying too, silent tears rolling down her cheeks.  

The only thing standing between them and the near infinite number of Aurors is her father’s large ornate desk. 

Time stops, no one is sure how to react. Bellatrix lets out a shuddering breath, her hold around Delphini strengthening. 

She’s up again, a powerful curse soaring through the study and slamming into three of the closest Aurors. She's turning, a perfect blockade of defensive spells cast to protect their exit- Bella’s back leg gives out on her. The seeping blood from earlier now pooling beneath mummy’s robes. Another sob.

The next thing to go flying is her mother’s wand. It almost happens in slow motion, Delphini’s eyes following the arc of the wand before it lands in one of the wizard’s open hands. 

“It’s done, Bellatrix.” Before she can try and run again they have her ankles bound, knees crashing against the floor Delphini had just been playing on. She gasps, still clinging to her mama, shielding her tears against Bella’s collarbone. 

This can’t be happening. 

Angry feet hurry forward. She can feel mummy’s nails digging into her back. 

“Don’t touch her.” Bellatrix spits, her arms impossibly tight. Delphini is too terrified to look. 

“Hand the girl over.” 

Delphini feels a strange hand probing her shoulder, Bellatrix twists, freeing her daughter from the man's grasp with a vicious snarl.  

“No!” Several more step forward, rough hands along her mother’s shoulders. “No!” Wandless magic sends one of them backwards, slamming into the ornate desk. “No!” Delphi isn’t sure who is screaming, her or mummy. “No!” One has Delphini by the back of her dress. “Please - don’t!” 

“Mama!” She shrieks, little hands tearing at Bellatrix’s robes as she is ripped out of her mother's arms.

Her mind refuses to process it, arms still stretching out, reaching as hard as she can for mama. Slowly, she sees the horror creeping into her mother's eyes. Bellatrix looks as terrified as Delphini feels. Vaguely, she feels an unfamiliar arm wrap around her stomach.

The world comes crashing in on her all at once.

“NO!”

The little witch thinks she might be screaming but it seems so hard to hear anything at all. 

Distantly, she's aware she's wailing against the wizard who is still struggling to get a grip on her. Slamming her little fists all over him, sharp nails and harmful bursts of magic wherever she can reach. 

Delphini has never been so frightened.

“Don’t you touch her! She belongs with my father! With Cygnus Black! You take her to him - he’s her legal guardian!!” 

Her mother’s tormented voice is just about the only thing she can process amongst the chaos. Tears stream down Delphini’s face so aggressively she can hardly see.

She thinks she might be screaming for Bellatrix - for her father. She might just be screaming.  

Her captor is walking them towards the door, away from mummy, away from their rooms. 

Delphini turns, horrified eyes desperate for Bella. Seven Auror’s are holding her mama back. She watches as one of them kicks her mother hard in the stomach, the witch finally doubling over. 

“She’s a ward of the Wizarding State now, Bellatrix.” The Auror abducting her declares. Delphini almost doesn’t hear him over the ringing in her ears. “The Ministry will be charged to oversee her placement following your trial.” 

Her mother’s screams are the last thing Delphini will remember. 

[twopenguinsinabox]

Plot Bunny: Voldemort discovers Harry is a horcrux early (confirmed through psychic connection by the end of 5th year) and assigns Bellatrix to guard duty even after she murders Sirius. This somehow doesn't go as terribly as everyone expects when the two get trapped somewhere in Siberia approximately 3 million years in the past and go on the world's worst camping trip while trying to get home.

Featuring: Harry's complexes about food scarcity and cooking, Bellatrix being crazy enough to refuse to quit long after everyone else would, Bellatrix filling the Aunt role that Petunia should have, and the redemption arc that I feel like most "mad" female characters never get.

I think this was actually inspired by ObsidianPen's No Glory, where my natural response to seeing how much Harry hates Bellatrix is wondering what it would take for the two to reconcile.

The scene that lives rent-free in my brain is Harry refusing to cook for Bellatrix while they're in the wild, because after the Dursleys' he's sworn to never make food for people he hates. There is a lot of Harry trying to dart off into the bushes somewhere, nearly getting eaten by a bear and then Bellatrix having to drag him bodily back to safety because that's what Voldemort told her to do, even when he can't physically be there.

This is definitely a "forced cohabitation" trope, and I refuse to feel sorry for it. Bellatrix is, for the first time, forced to look at and care for someone she's victimized as a Death Eater, while also coming to terms with the fact that even after fourteen years in Azkaban, her only remaining family still doesn't want her. Harry, on the other hand, needs her, and that binds her to him in a way that she's never succeeded in bonding with even Narcissa or Draco.

For Harry, this is his first real insight into why someone would willingly choose to follow Voldemort, as well as learning how to move beyond hatred. Bellatrix's murder of Sirius teaches him how to harness enough hatred for the cruciatus, and his eventual forgiveness teaches him how not to drown in his own anger.

When the pair eventually return to their own world, Harry gets the benefit of an adult prioritizing his safety for the first time in forever, while Bellatrix finally has someone who isn't literally Voldemort to turn to for companionship, as well as some hesitance to continue the mindless torture and slaughter of their enemies, because now every potential victim is a potential Harry and that frightens her.

Not sure how this would end, but IDK, I really like Harry/Bellatrix interactions in most fic and I'd love to write something just expanding on their relationship in-depth.

[onewizardgirl]

Reasons poppy is minervas bestie and girlfriend

Pain potion

Minerva was never this unfocused on her lessons. But her stupid period just came on moments before her double lesson with her first years and she hasn't had a break to go to her love and get a pain potion to alleviate any of her discomfort, nor has she had a chance to get an actual pad on, so a spell was currently what was keeping green robes from being ruined.

"Good job, ms evans! Ten points to gryffindor," minerva said watching as lily turned a feather into a needle first try.

"Lily, you may work on another spell if you wish or you may do work for one of the other professors, the rest of you continue working on your feathers," minerva told, sitting at her desk as she graded papers and attempted to focus herself, next hour was lunch for all students and staff, which relieved minerva greatly, but it was only thirty minutes into her double transfiguration with her first year students.

Soon a folded bit of parchment floated into her classroom by an open window.

On the letter was poppy's neat handwriting

Minerva dearest, it has come to my attention that your time of the month is due, and knowing you, it is likely already bothering you by the time you read this little note, i will have a potion ready upon your arrival at lunch and if you need anything you know where to find my supply cupboard. After dinner, I'll have a bath ready in our chambers so you can relax.

Your love, poppy

Upon reading the note poppy sent, minerva smiled a weak smile but wrote a note back to poppy before getting into her second transfiguration task which would be to turn a book into a hot water bottle, this would also be part of tomorrows lesson but since she had a double block now she wanted to start it today after the feather spell.

Minerva scribbled down her response to poppy

Dearest poppy, i thank you so much for your thoughtfulness and loyalty knowing how nasty my time of month can get, im struggling to get through my double class with my first years, being a female sucks hairy bollocks. With the hope that this class passes quickly, i will see you soon my dear

Best regards, Minerva

She folded it and sent it to poppy with a silent woosh out the window.

As she had planned she got the students started on a useful spell of making a book a hot water bottle, so they could get one without having to leave bed to fill it with hot water.

"Students if you will put away your wands and set your feathers aside. The second spell i will teach today is how to transfigure a book i to a hot water bottle. This is handy when you want to cuddle up to something warm but don't feel like filling your own. The spell incantation is the same as you were using for the feather aside from some minor changes, as always i would like you to write five uses for turning a book into a hot water bottle and then i shall demonstrate and let you practice." Minerva explained

Her students dipped quills and began to write their answer to her question down, they would get a grade for this assignment as it was part of transfiguration theory.

Minerva graded a few essays from her elder students before a small group of students came up to hand in their papers. She started marking them instead, young lily's being the top one on the stack.

Minerva read over, seeing typical answers like warming the bed in winter, making a teddy feel warm and inviting and so on, what shocked minerva was the last few sentences.

The fifth and final use i will discuss for this spell is use for alleviating cramps caused by a witches menstrual bleeding. This spell creates a warm compress that upon use can relieve pain caused by muscle contractions in the uterus as it tries to rid the body of unused blood and tissue. As research has shown this spell is often a witch's favorite spell during the ages of 11 and 60 when menstruation occurs.

Lily had quite a good head on her shoulders and was very knowledgeable for being a first year and a muggleborn at that.

Minerva grinned lightly at lily's writing, and continued to mark the papers until everyone had handed them in.

"If i have everyone's papers, i will proceed to demonstration," minerva said

Luckily for her. The class seemed to go by quickly after she let the students begin practicing reciting the incantation and wand motion.

Soon after the last student had left her classroom after the lesson minerva was packing up her things trying to think of which teacher could cover her 4th year and 6th year lessons.

When she stood from her desk she grumbled, feeling the sensation of her leaking far worse than earlier.

She needed a moment to get down to the hospital wing, so she scourgified the blood on her knickers and headed off, green robes billowing behind her as she walked in dior need to make it to the hospital wing across the school before she begun to leave a trail of blood down the corridor.

She didn't think to stop by moaning myrtle’s bathroom to clean up, she just wanted to see poppy so her cramps would ease.

So with her mind set on hee destination she would keep cleaning the trail of blood threatening down her legs until she finally got to the hospital wing and quickly made her way into poppy's personal quarters and to her lavatory.

Cleaning up quietly and putting on a pad like she should've earlier, she finally makes her way toward poppy, who was currently healing a student that had been on the revolving staircase and fell through a trick stair and down nearly four flights of stone steps.

"Minnie i swear if albus doesnt find a way to warn students of those trick steps ill have his head, this is the third fall this week, and the worst one at that. I had one come in fell only one flight down, another that had fallen going up and had fell through headfirst, and then poor miss lovegood here who fell through the step and then took a rough tumble down the other four flights after she'd fell throgh."

The student currently being healed was pandora lovegood, a 6th year ravenclaw. Smart as a whip but the revolving stairs hated her for some odd reason, they had landed her a spot in the hospital wing more times than sirius black and his pranks with james and remus.

Lovegood was currently sleeping, so minerva said to poppy quietly,

"Thank you for the potion, i need to go now for my 4th years, and i think ill skip dinner so be a tad early love," minerva whispered punctuating her statement with a very light kiss on poppy's cheek before letting her robes billow out of the room behind her long stride

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After minerva's fifth year class she made her way down to poppy.

" ... here you are mr black, do not worry, your secret's safe with me, i advise telling your friends though, they'll understand," minerva heard poppy tell sirius.

"Will you ask professor mcgonagall to sort something out?" He asked

"Yes my dear boy, if everything works out you'll be in the boy's dormitory within a week," poppy said minerva hid in the doors large shadow before stepping in after sirius had left.

"Minnie my love! There's a hot bath awaiting you in our chambers, ill be in momentarily, i just need to check on young ms lovegood," poppy told

Minerva continue back to their chambers after poppy leaned over to press a sweet and quick kiss to minerva's lips.

When minerva got into the bathroom she removed her robes and put them in the laundry bin she then lowered herself into the pool sized bathtub that was notably smaller than the prefects but still quite large. She submerge her body in the warm water, and swam a leisurely lap across the tub before returning to her sitting alcove in the corner next to a bewitched window that reflected a gorgeous and clear night sky.

Poppy retired to her and minerva's rooms to take care of her wife after she assured that everyone was sleeping that was under her care, making sure her movement detection spells were properly calibrated before she finally closes the door to her chambers.

Poppy lazily joined minerva in the bath and assisted her wife in washing long ebony locks, before putting them both in cozy pajamas and cuddling minerva all night with so much love and care that minerva cried the next morning, curse those damn hormones.

[hotpinkboots]

I just read your Aunty Bella fictions and I LOVE IT!!!

There is so little soft!Bellatrix content😭.

Could you maybe wright a fic where her niece gets injured and Bellatrix goes ballistic. I feel like she is incredibly protective and fierce when it comes to her Sister and Niece 🥺

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~"ᴀᴠᴀᴅᴀ ᴋᴇᴅᴀᴠʀᴀ"~

(Bellatrix x Niece!Reader)

I genuinely had the time of my life writing this, I haven't written action in awhile! Thank you for the request, darling :D

Summary: Bellatrix gets revenge for her niece.

Note(s): There's a bit of comfort at the end because Bella loves her niece <<<3

Warning(s): Abuse, violence, implied murder, angst, Reader is in a toxic relationship, Bellatrix takes care of it dw. Don't like it? Don't read it. You are responsible for your own content consumption.

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You hadn't said a word of your abusive partner to your mother. There were some things that felt awkward to discuss with Narcissa. It wasn't that you didn't trust your mother, it's just that, well...she was your mother. She was too mature to see things from your level, and while her advice most definitely would've been helpful and rational, it made you feel more seen to talk to somebody with more fire in her eyes about the situation.

But, at the moment, all you wanted was to lie in bed and cry. Your body hurt- most of all, the right side of your face. The person who was supposed to be your partner had struck you. There was a painful heat in your chest, your heart had a dull ache, squeezing and thumping in your ribcage. Your brain was in a state of panic and overdrive, signaling to your body that it was in danger, causing your hands to tremble. When you arrived to your room, you shut the door, changed, and flopped down in bed, defeated and tired.

An hour later, you heard gentle taps upon your door, it sounded as though somebody had drummed their nails quietly rather than knocked. You responded with a weary, "Come in."

The door opened to reveal Bellatrix trotting in. She looked disheveled, as though she had just returned from a night full of chaos and bloody murder, eyes manic with delight. "Hi, darling!-"

Her mouth snapped shut the moment she saw the poor state you were in.

You began to greet her.

She cut you off.

"Who did it."

Oh, damn, your black eye. You didn't want her to find out. Your hand quickly reached up to cover it, but your Aunt was quicker. She caught your wrist and stared down at you with her expression stone cold.

"Tell me who did it," she breathed. Bellatrix forced the corners of her lips to twitch upwards into a smile, a failed attempt to reassure you. Her eyes were cold and full of nothing but pure, seething hatred for who dared to lay a hand on her niece.

You suddenly understood why she was one of the most feared witches in history. Although her fury wasn't directed at you, the way she was looking at you made you feel as though she was about to hunt you for sport. You swallowed nervously and averted your gaze. "My... partn-"

Partner.

Bellatrix didn't need to hear the rest, that answer was all she needed. She let go of your wrist, turned on heel, and swiftly stormed out of your room.

...Then stormed right back when she realized she didn't know where to look for them.

"Which house are they in?" She demanded bluntly, nudging your chin so she could see your swollen eye. Bellatrix continued to question you until she had a clear idea of how your partner looked. She kissed your forehead and grabbed your hand, pulling you up and dragging you along behind her. You stumbled after her, brain fuzzy and confused. "Aunt Bella, please, just- let it go-"

"NO!"

Bellatrix screamed. Her hoarse howl frightened you. You flinched back, hands protectively covering your heart in fear.

Oh, poor baby. Bellatrix softened, and quickly grabbed your cheeks to press an uncountable amount of kisses to your forehead in apology. She pulled away and gave a gentle pat to your left cheek. "Let me fix it, lovey, you're alright."

She shooed you away, telling you to go and ice your eye, that she would take care of everything for you. What choice did you have? You mentally couldn't handle anything else tonight. You kissed your Aunt on the cheek, and left to take care of your injury and rest. You fidgeted nervously. What horrid crime would your Aunt commit now? Usually, you cheered her on. Tonight, you knew that your so-called "partner", was in terrible danger.

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Meanwhile, Bellatrix was on the prowl. She apparated as close to Hogwarts as she could. Her insides felt as though they were tearing each other apart with violent, boiling rage. It was difficult for her to stay quiet. She wanted to lash out, claw apart the walls with her bare hands, shatter every window, and stab every student.

She quietly made her way in, though she didn't care if she was caught. As if they think they could do anything about me, anyway, she thought arrogantly with a scoff under her breath. Her heels clicked quietly on the floor as she made her way through Hogwarts to the Ravenclaw common room. The paintings suddenly began to awaken and make a terrible commotion to alert of Bellatrix's intrusion.

Bellatrix didn't care- she was on autopilot, numb to anything around her, driven by revenge, a mindless killing machine. She crept in, tearing open the drapes of each bed and staring intensely at each sleeping student, until she spotted somebody who looked like the exact image of who you had described.

"You," she whispered, raising her wand. She reared her head back, her mess of curls falling over her back. Students groggily began lifting their heads when they heard the commotion of the paintings, followed by quick footsteps running down the hall, most definitely the Professors on their way to stop whatever madness she was to conjure upon them.

Bellatrix was quicker. Her lips drew back in an animalistic snarl. This child didn't deserve to die quickly. That was too merciful. She wanted to see their eyes grow dazed with agony. She wanted to see them shuddering, writhing and sobbing.

"Crucio," she sneered.

Students began to scatter. Dumbledore ran into the room, wand at the ready. Bellatrix breathed heavily, unable to contain her wretched satisfaction. She had to finish the job quickly, before she was confronted. The student who used to be your former partner had come to meet their demise. Bellatrix's tone was guttural, dripping with raw wrath. The walls themselves seemed to tremble as she screamed,

"AVADA KEDAVRA!"

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You were curled up in an armchair, a cold compress over your swollen shut eye. Your expression was vacant, thinking hard on the lingering pain and fear that bit at your heart. How could somebody who loved you hurt you in such a way? How could-

"(Y/N)? Sweetie?"

You looked over your shoulder wearily.

There stood your Aunt, wearing the biggest grin, arms outstretched towards you. She bent over and hugged you, kissing the top of your head a few times. You leaned into her warmth, reaching one arm up to return the hug, your other still holding the ice pack against your eye. "Hi," you greeted hoarsely.

Bellatrix pulled back and squeezed your shoulder lovingly. "They're gone, darling, you're safe. I took care of it."

You frowned. "What do you mean, "you took care of it"?"

Bellatrix scoffed. "Don't be daft, you know what I mean! They're dead, silly!"

Of course. What did you expect? While you felt a brief pang of guilt for the death of your former partner, it was quickly put out by satisfaction. Your face brightened. "Thank you!"

Bellatrix gave a delighted hum in response, ruffling your hair. She was already planning on teaching you a certain spell so you could learn to take care of situations like this yourself one day.

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FAMILY BONDING TIME WITH MURDER 🤩!!!11!1 Might write a fic following this one where Bella teaches the Reader to use crucio and avada kedavera bc we love evil families here

Request Guidelines!

~Love, HotPinkBoots

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[yourlocalbadgerscales]

Draco Malfoy, twelve years old, who sees his father sneak a small book into eleven year old Ginny Weasley’s cauldron at the bookshop.

Draco, who recalls seeing it before at the Manor and knows very well this book is important for the Dark Lord.

Draco, who steals the book back and sneaks it into his pocket while his father isn’t watching.

Fast forwards a few years to Draco’s sixth year at Hogwarts, when he’s on his mission to assassin Dumbledore, a task he’s been given by the Dark Lord himself.

Draco Malfoy, who gets caught in the hallways one night and dragged by the ear into professor Slughorn’s ongoing party, at the hands of Filch. Draco, who overhears a snippet of Snape’s conversation with Slughorn and Harry Potter himself.

Draco, who can’t help but gain suspicion when he learns that Harry Potter is suddenly a master in potion making, which would explain how he managed to win the Polyjuice potion earlier that year…

Draco, who remembers sneaking a glance at Potter’s Potions book and seeing scribbles all over it, and slowly connecting the dots.

Another suspicious book at the hands of Harry Potter. Draco suddenly worrying about the horrors the things written in this book could do…

Draco realising that he could use said horrors to his advantage, and at the same time manage to steal the book from Potter and make sure he won’t do anything he’ll regret with it (not that Draco’s worried, or anything. Simply curious.)

Draco, who one way or another manages to steal the book one day, flipping through the pages while his eyes widen.

Draco finding a curse he definitely wouldn’t mind to use…

And then…

Drarry microfic (Angst) by @yourlocalbadgerscales ~ Sectumsempra

“I know you’re up to something, Malfoy!”

Draco spins around, suddenly alarmed by the voice behind him, a voice he knows more than well… he doesn’t even have the time to wipe the tears off of his face as he turns his back to the sink.

“Tell me.” Potter slowly takes a few steps further into the bathroom, and when Draco grabs a hold of his wand and points it at his face, at those unfairly green eyes, Potter does that same with his. “Tell me what you did to Katie! And to Ron!” Potter looks… shook. He staring at Draco with confusion rather than anger written all over his face. And Draco hasn’t even started revealed anything to him yet. Not that he’s planning to.

Draco has had enough. He casts a silent but strong spell Potter’s way, and a lamp explodes behind the other boy. Potter gasps, waving his wand through the air and aiming a spell of his own right at Draco, who blocks it with ease. His breathing is fast and loud in his ears as he sends a spell to make the bins behind Potter explode, completely ignoring the loud cries from Myrtle. Potter, for some reason, is still silent while fighting.

Potter’s next spell misses, he trips, and Draco doesn’t hesitate a second. He lifts his wand.

“Crucio!”

And even now, Potter doesn’t scream. Draco learns why pretty soon.

Potter lies on the floor, his hands covering his face, as if that would help against the Torture Curse. But he isn’t writhing with pain, he isn’t crying out loud. Suddenly he jumps up again, holding his wand firmly in his hand once more. He points it at Draco, whose mouth is agape.

“What?” Draco can’t help but let out a frustrated curse.

“Seems like something went wrong with your spell”, Potter says simply.

Draco casts Cruciatus again, and again. Potter winces both times but doesn’t seem to experience any pain whatsoever. Draco’s blood boils at the sight of his face relaxing slightly.

“You have to mean it, Draco. The Cruciatus. Or else it won’t work, won’t cause me any harm at all. Has your auntie Bellatrix learnt you nothing?”

Suddenly Potter’s face is radiating pure rage again, and Draco grips his wand tighter, memories of a furious aunt Bella standing over him as a kid, laughing maniacally as she casts Cruciatus on him over and over again, until he’s nothing but a crying mess on the Manor floor… the memories, the memories…

Draco gathers all the fury he has in him, before attempting to cast the spell again, aiming at Potter’s chest… but somewhere in the middle he changes his mind, and before his brain catches up with his lips, he’s uttered another spell. He sounds confident as he screams it at the top of his lungs, and his hand slips only a little.

“Sectumsempra!”

A sudden sharp intake of breath, cutting through the air as a razor blade as the spell hits… not his, but Potter’s…

Potter’s eyes are halfway shut before he falls to the floor, a glimpse of green catching Draco’s eye half a second before he sees the red blood. And then Potter is lying face down in the water flooding the bathroom, and Draco takes a step back, breathing heavily.

He counts to two, and then he sees the blood again. This time he sees it in the water, a big pool of red starting to show in long streaks of red as it surrounds Potter’s body and soaks his clothes.

“No, no… no. No!”

Draco quickly recalls seeing the blood pour out somewhere near the right side of Potter’s chest, as the spell had just hit him. Draco stumbles forward, almost tripping over himself and then over Potter’s lifeless body as he falls onto his knees. The blood in the water reaches him within seconds, and he whimpers at the sight of it. “No, fuck’s sake, Potter, Potter!” He fumbles as he does his best to turn Potter to face him, and when he finally succeeds he’s quick to run his fingers over Potter’s shirt. He immediately finds the spot where the blood is the darkest. The spell has hit the right side of his ribcage…

The whole time so far he’s been chanting Potter’s name, letting it slip over his lips like a prayer to anyone who is listening, and now his desperate cries for help grow louder. “Potter… Potter no, listen, you have got to answer me! Potter!”

He can hear Myrtle screaming behind him. He doesn’t know how he feels about being found here, like this, but Draco finds it hard to care. He doesn’t know what to do. He doesn’t know what to do. Potter’s face is pale, his lips parted and pale as well. Draco tightens his grip on one of Potter’s arms, pressing the other hand to his chest, trying his best to be as gentle as possible so he doesn’t cause any more harm than he already has.

Potter’s eyes suddenly open slightly, and Draco’s chanting stops. The hand he’s held on Potter’s arm trails up to wipe strands of wet, charcoal hair out of the pale face looking up at him. Those green eyes are hauntingly empty of any emotion.

“Hold on, stay with me”, Draco mumbles quickly. “Don’t die on me, for fuck’s fucking sake, don’t die on me, fuck I didn’t mean to fucking kill you, why did you have to come in here in the first place? You’re an annoying prick who doesn’t deserve to fucking die, Harry, don’t die, He wants to… himself… I’m not supposed to… Draco, calm down, calm down. Harry!”

Myrtle’s screams have turned into loud howling mixed with sobs. Potter’s eyes fall shut again and he lets out a muffled groan, his head tipping from one side and then to another. Draco keeps frantically wiping strands of hair from Potter’s forehead, being careful not to make the round glasses slip out of place. Potter has closed his mouth, his lips pressed together before falling slack again. He’s showing signs of still being alive, then, thank fucking Merlin. Draco’s hands are shining with blood. Potter’s chest is heaving. Draco keeps muttering the boy’s name under his breath, Harry, Harry, Harry…

After what feels like an eternity, someone enters the room, and Draco collapses in the water next to Harry while his whole body shakes with uncontrollable sobs.

[freeusemuses]

Bellatrix smirked to herself as she slowly strolled down the curling stairway to the Malfoy manor basement. The click of her heels clashed against the smooth stonework, echoing off the walls and tumbling down towards the dungeon below—a feature she found quite delightful, as it could only build the sense of dread her quarry must feel, trapped down there as he was. And oh how wonderful it was, toying with someone so terrified.

As her heels finally found the last step of the stairs, she found herself standing in that dark, dreary dungeon, her smirk only growing wider as she heard a shifting of chains. With a faint flick of her wrist, a bobble of light appeared at the tip of her wand, illuminating the room as she slowly strut along the cells—finally coming to stop before one in particular. “Little Mercutio~ did you sleep well, my little nephew~?”

@asexxxualerotica

"Well as I could, Auntie..." Mercutio let out a yawn as he greeted the gorgeous witch. He would have stretched, but the chains keeping him bound prevented that. Not to mention, left him horribly bound and sore. "What brings you down here...?"

[arliedraws]

Whatever the Cost (AO3)

Summary: Sirius Black did not die during the Battle of the Department of Mysteries. He has been held prisoner and faces the cost of remaining loyal to those he loves. Meanwhile, Harry has mourned his godfather for nearly a year until he receives a warning that his godfather still lives and he’d better hurry up and find him before Sirius is gone for good.

Haha, I haven’t written whump like this since uhhhhhh college? I feel very normal about this. Again, not the flavor I usually cook with, but I guess enjoy? I think it’ll be around three chapters total. Some warnings—it’s got old fashioned torture, some stabbing, y’know, more psychological than anything, but I don’t think I’m as imaginative as Bellatrix Lestrange…

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“It’s very easy, Sirius,” Bellatrix purred. She pulled his limp body into her lap and propped his lolling head back against her shoulder so he could feel the hot breath in his ear. “You don’t even need to apologize. Don’t you want the pain to stop?”

Sirius could not have spoken even if he wanted to.

“He doesn’t trust you, Sirius,” she said. Sirius sank into the warmth of her body. “He thinks you’re weak. Poor little Harry thinks you need to be rescued. Isn’t this all his fault? If only he could see you for who you really are. Look at you—so defiant, so strong. Auntie Wally was so proud of you…”

[incorrect-malfoys]

Bellatrix: Well, looks like it's just me and you again

Draco: ...

Bellatrix: Let's go make fun of your Father

[mrsfrecklesmarauders]

It had been a crazy dream. The craziest dream Sirius had ever had. But oh God! How good it had felt to be kissed like that, to be touched like that.

Sirius woke up sweating from head to toes, with blushy cheeks and a very hard member.

"Toujours Pur!" The voice of his Grandmother echoed in his brain. All the awful things she had said about people like that. "Filthy people like that deserved only hell"

"Cissy boy" His Grandfather used to groan when Sirius had his hair a bit too long. "They are going to think you're a girl with that hair. Or worse. One of those..."

"A bloody ponce, that one" Orion always said about Alphard all the time "Filthy mind, filthy man. Being too much with him is going to turn you into a faggot."

"Don't cry, Sirius. You're such a pussy" Bellatrix used to tease, making her friends laugh at Sirius. He had been a kid. "Are you ever going to please a girl? Uncle and Auntie would have to pay someone to be your wife. Nancy boy!"

What would they say now? Having such a dream with none other than his best friend.

It was common for teenage boys to fantasize. Sirius had heard many times how James had dreamt about Evans. Even teased him when he whispered things in his sleep. James talked about Evans' body a lot. And loved to stare when the girl wore a tight blouse or a short skirt.

And Peter had fantasies about many girls from his magazines. Even girls at Hogwarts he found hot. He kept posters of sexy birds in bikinis and stared at girls in P. E. all the time. The boys teased him for that.

Now, Remus... Sirius had never heard of Remus's fantasies. If he fantasized at all. Who did he think about? Was it boys or girls? Sirius hadn't even think about it. Remus was just Remus. Moony. Sirius’s friend. Sirius’s confident. So sweet and funny and tender.

Now out of nowhere, Remus had been in Sirius’s dream. And what a dream. Not like his best friend. Someone who made Sirius see stars. Someone who Sirius had desired and found absolutely sexy. Someone he wanted to do nasty things to.

He couldn't get that image of Remus's face with red cheeks, his lips wet in anticipation and that hair... Uff... Those curls were wild above his head. Sirius had wanted to pull it and ran his fingers through it.

Now the next morning all Sirius felt was shame. His mind had been playing a real trick with him.

Sirius had to admit he had imagined women in his mind. Usually just body parts he got from magazines. Never with an specific face, color of hair, color of eyes. No one real to fantasize about. Not even with his last girlfriend Julie, Sirius had dreamt of such filthy things.

So why did Remus... REMUS... had to appear like that?? Sirius was going insane.

"What's wrong, Padfoot?" Remus asked when Sirius made an excuse when he asked him to go for a cigarette.

"What?" Sirius was busy 'looking' for something on his bag. Only not to stare into those eyes.

"You've been weird all morning" Remus said "You've been avoiding me... Are you angry? Have I done something wrong?"

Sirius looked up only because he heard desperation in Remus's voice. He looked confused. And very cute with those pouty eyes.

"No, of course not" Sirius faked a smile "Sorry... Have a lot of things on my mind. I didn't sleep well last night".

Because I was dreaming about you, Moony.

His cheeks burnt only remembering it.

Sirius wondered how well Remus kissed. If he would feel the dry skin of those lips. If it would be soft to ran his fingers through that hair. If his skin was warm and if those hands could touch his skin in that way...

Fuck! What was wrong with Sirius? Was he blushing?

Faggot, faggot, faggot...

Sirius was only confused. Ever since what happened that summer. Everything with his Uncle. The confused thoughts. The confused feelings. Sirius was only probably going insane.

Sirius couldn't like Remus. Not only because he was a boy. But because they were best friends. Sirius didn't want to ruin what they had. They had found each other again just recently. Sirius didn't want to lose him.

And honestly speaking, Remus deserved better than whatever mess Sirius was.

Faggot, faggot, faggot... Coward!

"Sirius? Sirius!!" Remus snapped his fingers in front of his nose. "Are you okay?"

"What?" Sirius was an idiot.

"I asked if you were going to Biology with the others"

"You're not going?"

Remus tapped the cigarettes' pack.

"Popping out for one first. You said you didn't want to come"

Sirius was just confused. He had to drown whatever he was feeling. It had been just a dream. And dreams were crazy sometimes.

Sirius smiled "You know what? I think I'm gonna go with you. God knows I need a fag right now..." a pause "A cigarette, I mean!!" he added quickly feeling ashamed of what that could have meant.

Remus stared. If he found something odd with Sirius, he didn't say. Even though Sirius noticed the caramel tone of his eyes.

"Okay" Remus shrugged in amusement.

"Let's go" Sirius nodded.

As they went, Sirius thought it was alright. One time, he heard how Rick Stevens had a crazy dream about how McGonagall slashed him in the tush for being nauthy. "She even wore a spandex" he had said. The guy was teased for several weeks after that. He had even been called "cat whisperer" for a while by the Rugby Team.

Dreams were messy and weird all the time. Sirius was probably going to forget about it when he found a hot bird to fantasize about next.

Moony was special. He was very important for Sirius. So probably that part of his brain used him. But Sirius knew that Remus was always going to be his best friend. And that was it.

Sirius hadn't done anything wrong. He hadn't kissed him or touched him. So he wasn't guilty of sin. And he would never be.

[crucioslut]

Delphini hears her auntie screeching behind her. Yelling something or another about ‘accidental magic’ - or maybe it was ‘not so accidental magic’...

Not that any of that mattered. 

Mummy was finally home. Delphini had practically catapulted into her arms the second the witch crossed the wards, all too eager to escape Auntie Cissy’s scolding. 

“She’s going to hurt someone, Bella.” Narcissa seemed exacerbated. Delphini really didn’t care.  She shakes her head against her mama’s shoulders, pulling back in her arms to look up at her witch with wide innocent eyes. 

“I’d never hurt you or daddy, mummy, never ever.” She swears, tiny hands playing with her mummy’s curls. “And not ‘gini either! I promise!”

"Oh, of course you wouldn't my little dove." Bellatrix happily took the affection of her young following a long, grueling journey back to Malfoy Manor. For as evident as the exhaustion was by her appearance, heavy eye bags and cracked lips showcased only a trace amount of just how much this mission had taken out of her. How luxurious the idea of a hot bath and long nap sounded. All in good time. Bella's work was far from over, and soon the Dark Lord would call upon her again, no doubt. She wouldn't change it for the world. This perpetual, constant cycle of being hyped on adrenaline and the crashes that came subsequent was what she lived for. Bella was seldom too tired for her child. Delphini, the living, breathing proof of the passion Lord Voldemort had for her. Upon reaching the front foyer of the manor, the witch collapsed to her knees and caught Delphini in her arms greeting her with a tight squeeze as if it could be the last time she would hold her. Purpled eyelids fluttered shut burrowing further into the embrace. "What have you done now? Have you been a naughty girl for your aunt Cissy?" Bella's tone was playfully accusatory as she pulled back to look at her tiny spawn with madness still swimming in her coal eyes. Narcissa, who stood close by and couldn't help but to find the beauty in the scene before her softened. "If you insist on teaching her more advanced magic at such a young age, it's then of course vital that you also teach her how to control it, wouldn't you agree?" "And why should I? She's brilliant, Cissy. She should be able to do exactly as she wishes without limitations." Bellatrix snickered at that, standing Delphini an arm's length away from her. "Let's have a look at you." Bella's thin hands moved stray curls that had fallen from a rather sophisticated updo. "Your hair looks very pretty. Did Cissy do that for you?" Then the witch was up on her feet, pulling her daughter by her small hand and throwing her free arm theatrically around her sister. "Oh Cissy.. You've done it. You've got her looking just like you, it's terrifying." Although her words delivered with shards of glass, the embrace was as warm and as genuine as they came. A big kiss was placed on Narcissa's cheek leaving behind faded lipstick in its wake, heels clicking against polished floors. Bellatrix was on the move again. "Well? Here I am. I'm just wondering where in the bloody hell my tea is. Hello? Yooohooo... ELF?!"

[hyalithium]

Blair's Fanfic Master-Post:

Hey! I'm Blair (Hyalith on AO3.) I figured I'd make a master post to make navigating my fanfic's as easy as possible :).

This is primarily a HP Blog, so my older fics/things from other fandoms aren't listed.

Press expand for a list of all my current fanfics, links, descriptions, ratings, & archive warnings. Just click the title for a direct link to the fic's on AO3 <3.

TMRHP, LVHP, Tomarrymort:

Reflection Once Removed: On December 25th, 1991, Harry found two very special things that would become his very first secrets. The first was the strange room, stuffed wall to wall with treasures and objects teeming with magical energy. The second was the boy in the mirror. (or the one where first year Harry & first year Tom become friends across time though a magic mirror and harry emotionally manipulates the horcruxes to break the time travel paradox and get a cute bf) Info: TMRHP, LVHP, long-fic, ongoing. | Rating & Warnings: M, None (tbd).

Sweet Mourning Lamb: Voldemort makes the last minute change to let Bellatrix tag along when he goes to kill the Potters. Stepping over Lily Potter's still warm corpse, Bellatrix takes the prophecy into her own hands and decides that the pretty little baby in the crib was destined to be hers. She'd wanted a child of her own for so long—and those little green eyes were calling to her. Who was she to deny fate? Besides, what's a prophecy when pitted against the will of a woman like Bellatrix Lestrange? Info: LVHP, crack, daddymort, long-fic, ongoing. | Rating & Warnings: E, TBD.

In Body and Blood: When Voldemort tried to kill Harry Potter, Lily's blood magic shield absorbed his spell. Panicked and seeing no other option, he kidnapped baby Harry, now a Horcrux (and shamelessly not dead). Unwilling to admit that he'd made a mistake, he claimed Harry as his heir, and forced his bewildered Death Eaters to raise him. Over the years, their bond continued to grow, becoming increasingly twisted and codependent. Sharing a soul will do that to you, he supposed. It’s only natural, then, that as Harry grew up and became increasingly alluring, Voldemort would seek to deepen their bond. It’s not like they’re actually related anyway, right? (Or: Harry attempts to seduce Daddymort with the help of his Aunty Bella. Simultaneously, Voldemort seeks the aid of two very confused Malfoy’s to advise his own seduction attempts.) Info: LVHP, monster-fucking, crack, daddymort, long-fic, ongoing. | Rating & Warnings: E, TBD.

Running Home (to Your Sweet Nothings): Tom ponders his all consuming love and obsession for Harry and how its evolved over the years they've been together. Info: TMRHP, no dialogue, first love AU, 2.1k words, one-shot. | Rating & Warnings: G, none. In My Lovers Room (I am free):

The first time Lord Voldemort dreams of him, he’s splayed across a bed of black silk. Behind him messy curls—nearly as dark and glossy as the silk of his sheets—sprawl like a crown. Beautiful. It’s the only word he can think as he presses into the tight heat of that divine creature. (or, when Voldemort realizes the creature he's been dreaming about is Harry Potter, naturally, he gets curious. Rather than attempt to kill Harry, he kidnaps him for experimental purposes.)

Info: LVHP, dark-fic, unhealthy relationship, physical and psychological torture, incomplete. | Rating & Warnings: E, graphic depictions of violence.

Black Sister Centric:

The Sacred Blood we Spilled: As their bodies and minds grew, so did the tension dividing them. The three of them developed into vastly different women, each as headstrong and opinionated as the next. Disagreements became more ferocious, incensed silences lingered not for hours, but weeks. The inevitable culmination of how they'd each changed loomed over them, a grey cloud. Harbinger to their inevitable fall. Soon, she knew, it would rain. A torrential downpour would cleanse them, unremitting as it washed away the past they shared. (She would survive. Would thrive and bear the pain with grace. Someday she would be okay. And if that proved impossible, she would persevere.)

Info: Gen, character study, (mostly) canon compliant | Rating & Warnings: T, Major (canon) character death.

[alicesktr]

*in the blacks' house*

delphi: auntie rita, but I still want to play with those bodies in the basement!

rita: no, girl, you're going to go to your aunt narcissa right now, because your mom and I need to talk.

bellatrix: what’s up, darling?

rita: *throws the child out the door*

YOU'D LIKE NOT TO KNOW HOW I HATE YOUR DAUGHTER, HER FATHER AND THE FACT THAT YOU SLEPT WITH A MAN