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Bellatrix Black
Dancing with the devil
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fugamalefica · 2 years ago
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Bellatrix Black Lestrange
Bellatrix had the classic "great good looks" and arrogant bearing common for members of the House of Black. She was a tall woman with long, thick, shiny dark hair. Her face had a strong jaw, a thin mouth, and heavily lidded eyes with long eyelashes.
- Harry Potter wiki
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rykemeadow · 2 years ago
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Then Harry remembered: He had seen Bellatrix Lestrange inside Dumbledore's Pensieve, the strange device in which thoughts and memories could be stored: a tall dark woman with heavy-lidded eyes, who had stood at her trial and proclaimed her continuing allegiance to Lord Voldemort, her pride that she had tried to find him after his downfall and her conviction that she would one day be rewarded for her loyalty.
'You never said she was your--'
'Does it matter if she's my cousin?' snapped Sirius. 'As far as I'm concerned, they're not my family. She's certainly not my family. I haven't seen her since I was your age, unless you count a glimpse of her coming into Azkaban. D'you think I'm proud of having a relative like her?'
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sterenheart · 2 years ago
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Helena Bonham Carter photo edit.
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rewritingcanon · 2 years ago
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idk why im in such a bad mood rn but it actually PISSES ME TF OFF how the entire marauders fandom collectively decided to take this bum-ass loser character with one discernable impact on the storyline (regulus. im talking about regulus) and make him a super complex, three-dimensional MAIN character in the era that’s being literally paired with JAMES POTTER(???) when they could’ve taken a character who AREADY has existing complexities and everything they could ever want and develop them. but they won’t because that character is a fucking woman ☠️☠️
the way the black sisters would have the entire fandom in a fucking chokehold if they were boys. do you actually think sirius and regulus would be as cherished as they are now if they were women? hell fucking no, regulus would be hated on so badly. the way we were given narcissa and fucking andromeda too? here’s the entire fandom yapping on and on about how cool regulus is for rebelling against the dark lord when narcissa was doing it and fucking getting away with it too (because she’s better and doesn’t suck ass). here’s andromeda going against her entire bloodline ON HER OWN but yet shes still so overshadowed by sirius (who literally came after her). then you got bellatrix who is canonly one of the most powerful (and cuntiest) witches in the hp-verse and you decide to go and develop BARTY instead. think about it. they’re both crazy except one is more of a loser and is a male so of course the fandom will choose him.
and then. of course. lily evans who is literally the mother of the entire verse itself is still out here fighting for literal recognition and development from the fandom. and those mfs still give it to regulus instead ☠️☠️
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anthomaniacs · 29 days ago
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you should see me in a crown. — edit set for bellatrix lestrange & narcissa malfoy, ft. draco malfoy.
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isabluesstuff · 3 months ago
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Marauders Edit - Things We Lost In The Fire
This edit is not finished yet but here is the beginning … 🙈
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yourbiggestfan2020 · 6 months ago
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Nah, because Harry knowing more about Voldemort than his followers is hilarious to me.
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motherfuckingmaneater · 1 year ago
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A visitor in the night. ( Bellatrix / Voldemort. )
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star-named-riddle · 20 days ago
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This comes with a little warning for mild blood & gore
Day 20 - Knitting needles
Lord Voldemort examined the scene he'd stepped into. Blood everywhere on the floor was hardly surprising, but there was a splatter high on the wall, carried over to the ceiling, and the crystal chandelier was dripping something else other than wax.
"Knitting needles, Bella? Really?"
"They were handy, my Lord. And she wouldn't stop screaming, I couldn't hear what her husband was saying."
"Was it important?"
"He was pleading for her life, so I demanded something in return."
"What did you get?"
"An Auror safe house. It could be the Order's."
“And then what did you do?”
“She wouldn’t stop screaming, Master,” she said, taking a few steps to stand closer to him. “The knitting needles were on the table, where she had left them, so I stabbed her with them.”
Lord Voldemort took his time appraising the effects of his most faithful servant’s actions. Bellatrix had driven both needles into the witch’s neck, first on the right side, then pulled them out and stabbed her again on the left side, where the knitting needles now stood, their shine dulled by the bloody palm prints Bella had left behind.
The wounds on the right side of the witch’s neck resembled those of a vampire bite, but her blood had not nourished anyone. Instead, it had shot out of the wounds, carrying life away with it, and painted everything in its reach.
Bellatrix stood proudly in a puddle of the couples’ mingled blood, two dead bodies strapped to chairs behind her. The unmistakable markings of her blades all over the husband.
“Did killing his wife in front of him make your work easier, Bella?” he asked, teasing and reprimanding at the same time.
He adored her skill, but her blood lust was something she needed to keep a tight leash on. And this room did not look like she had.
“Not exactly, my Lord,” she replied, lowering her eyes for only a second, raising them to meet his again with a smirk on her lips. “He was quite disgruntled by the sight of all the blood, but once I started cutting he focused back on my questions.”
Lord Voldemort did his best to hide his chuckle.
“How long did you take to obtain this information?”
“About twenty minutes, my Lord. He was very talkative after his wife died. You see, he thought his children were upstairs, locked in the nursery. I might have mentioned bringing them downstairs to play.”
“And are they not?”
“I told Rabastan to take them home. They’re very young, they can be raised properly by another family.”
Lord Voldemort smiled. He had been vaguely aware of the existence of these children, but the thought of giving them to one of his follower’s family to raise had not crossed his mind.
“Will you take them, Bella?”
“No, my Lord,” she said, clearly amused. “Unless you say so,” she quickly added.
“Will you turn Rabastan into a single father?”
Bellatrix laughed.
“I wasn’t planing on it, either. They’re very little, he called them snot infested creatures.”
“How little?”
“The eldest boy is four. There’s a two-year-old girl and another boy, he’s not even one yet.”
“And you think someone in my ranks will take them into their home and raise them as their own?”
“They are purebloods, and orphans now.”
“Well, then, I shall find a suitable family for them.”
Lord Voldemort stepped forward, encroaching on Bella’s personal space. She did not budge.
He tilted his head to the side, his eyes examining the curious painting of blood droplets on her face. He placed his hand on her neck, using his thumb to tilt her chin up.
Her breathing became faster, her lips falling open.
“Did you turn your husband into a nanny like you did his brother?”
Bellatrix swallowed before she could answer. Lord Voldemort felt it against the palm of his hand, together with the speeding flutter of her pulse where his fingers lay on her neck.
“No, my Lord. Dolph is with Lucius, they said you had another mission for them.”
“I did. And do you know why I sent your husband on another mission, Bella?” he asked, wiping and smudging blood across her cheek with his other thumb.
“N-no, my Lord.”
“Because I knew you would do well in your mission, and I would want to reward you properly.”
Bellatrix gasped, her mouth beneath his, her eyes wide with desire.
“Drop your weapons, Madam Lestrange.”
Bellatrix did, both dagger and wand fell to the ground with a wet clatter, and her hands flew up to his wrist and robes.
Lord Voldemort lowered his head to kiss the blood off her lips.
Later on AO3
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kaitlinj16 · 4 months ago
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Harry Potter | Harry's Pain
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If Hogwarts had social medias part 38/40
Bellatrix Black
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caroldenningsglassyy · 8 months ago
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Young care bear with a big ass head edit with my fave audio 🫶🤞
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sofoulandfairaday · 11 months ago
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her channel, full of amazing marauders edits
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d-candy-cane · 1 year ago
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anthomaniacs · 18 days ago
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i accidentally opened photoshop and suddenly could no longer control my fingers as they sped across the keyboard trying to edit a promo picture of narcissa and bellatrix 🤪 ( tw: eye strain, flashing )
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ok i need to go and actually do work now lols
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