#bellatrix x alecto

[mrstellmeafuckingsecret]

we have wlw ships for bellatrix (quilkiller, bellalecto) and narcissa (nobleflower), what about andromeda?

[moonytoasted]

how i see older marauders-era characters

the ophidians`: alecto carrow, zoya zabini, and aurora sinistra.

slytherin purebloods: bella, narcissa, lucius

gryffindors: alice fortescue, frank longbottom, and kingsley

[thegriffinpuff21]

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THE STORY IS CALLED: THE MISCHEF MAKERS AND HAS A 1970s THEMED COVER

[anathewitch]

Ok, I have thought of this for a long time now and since tiktok just keep showing me Harry Potter fancast, I decided to do mine :D

So this is my fancast if the death eaters had kids !

Lavinia Lestrange, Daughter of Bellatrix and Rodolphus Lestrange

Elizabeth Gillies

Alexandra "Alex" Carrow, Daughter of Alecto Carrow

Sadie Soverall

Victor Rookwood, Son of Augustus Rookwood

Devon Bostick

(yes, he's named after his ancestor)

Rebecca " Revy" Jugson, Daughter of Jugson

Tarayummy

Anaya Macnair, Daughter of Walden Macnair

Emma Myers

Evelynn "Eva" Crouch, Daughter of Bartemius Crouch Jnr

Victoria de Angelis

Jason (I kinda hate his name)Crouch, Son of Bartemius Crouch Jnr

Cody fern

Altair Black, Son of Regulus Black

Felix Mallard

Eileen Snape, Daughter of Severus Snape

masha prisyazhnuk

(yes, once again, you can see that I have a lot of imagination)

Okay thats the part 1, maybe I'll do a part 2 because I have other names,here is a list :

-Lysandre Lestrange

-Sebastian Rosier

-Kira Dolohov (still working on the name)

-Astoria Greengrass

-Mulciber

-Yaxley

-Avery

Some of them don't have names because I have no Idea...

I accept critisism, and english is not my maternal language so I'm sorry if I made spelling mistakes.

This AU has many holes like parents, ages or timeline, I do it mainly for fun.

Thats all :)

[multishipperofgaydeadwizards]

Hii, me againnnn

Barty x Bellatrix x Alecto

I pity whoever tries to insult them

(please take my internet away)

oh so you like crazy (alecto) x cazier (barty) x craziest (bella)? I get it, me too.

they're soooo good fr. delicious. evil evil evil. dhsosbsos9 I love em

no, but seriously, pray for the person insulting them. they'll need it... if they're ever found that is. to be fair, they won't be found probably. they just dissappear one day and everyone knows who did it, but no one can prove it

the death eater couple fr. evil lesbians and their pretty little boytoy. fuck, they're so hot 😫😫😭😭

[incorrectbella]

I’m looking for a fan fiction.

I believe something in the series is called when we were young or something along those lines.

Bellatrix and rodolphis have broken up at hogwarts. He really cares for her still and befriends Alecto Carrow. She’s slowly becoming more twisted by joining the death eaters but forms relationship with Evan rosier.

There was a chapter or story when rodolphus finds her harming herself with a knife and fights her for it. I think it’s Arthur Weasley who finds them and tries to help. Rodolphus then tries to keep her safe in the boys dormitory.

It’s been so long since I had started reading it but I can’t find it to finish it

[cruelsummer-ficfest]

Hey Kids—Reading is Fun!

Dear Readers,

Your mods (@femme--de--lettres and @greyeyedmonster-18) are beside themselves with how many of you have participated in Cruel Summer Fic Fest: The Eras Tour this year.

From full novel-length fics to poetry, from microfics to multi-chaptered works and everything in between, we've been blown away—enchanted, even—by this year's submissions. This fest started as a labor of love for both of us as avid Swifties and HP fic authors and we couldn't have imagined in our wildest dreams the way you've embraced it with open arms.

With that said, we're pleased to offer the below list of this year's love stories. Due to tumblr restrictions on tagging, we weren't able to tag all of the individual author tumblr accounts (something something look what you made us do something something) so we've tried to link to ao3 as much as possible, but if you like a fic—check out that author's ao3! We've tried to connect you as directly to the mainstream of what each author writes in that respect, so if you happen to find a new fave, you can show them more love on the rest of their works!

To make a long story short, the majority of these works can be found in the Cruel Summer Fic Fest: The Eras Tour collection on ao3—with a catalogue of over 100 works, there's something for everybody, and we hope you'll take a peek at this year's truly incredible works.

We've had the time of our life fighting dragons with you, but sometimes, you know in your soul when it's time to go.

Thanks for making this cruel summer another one for the books.

Until Next Time,

Your Mods (Grey and Andie)

Cruel Summer Fic Fest: The Eras Tour

(all fics are followed by the character, relationship, or pairing that each work focused on. for the purposes of our list, both "x" and "/" indicate some level of romantic relationship, while "&" entails a platonic or otherwise friendly one)

Era One (Debut/Midnights)

Stay Beautiful (Regulus x James)

Sweet Nothing (Ted Tonks x Andromeda Black)

Midnight Rain (Sirius x Remus)

A Perfectly Good Heart (Harry/Fred/George)

Bigger Than the Whole Sky (Lavender x Pansy)

Anti-Hero (Sirius x Remus)

Tim McGraw (James x Lily)

Invisible  (Harry x Ginny)

Should've Said No (Ron x Hermione)

Dear Reader (Draco x Astoria, Part 1 of 6)

Glitch (Bellatrix Black x Voldemort)

The Outside (Ron x Hermione)

Bejeweled (Ron x Hermione)

Maroon  (Ron x Hermione)

Teardrops on My Guitar (Ron x Hermione)

Mastermind (Ron x Hermione)

Era Two (1989/Evermore)

Wonderland (Snape x Trelawney)

Dorothea (Sirius x Remus)

New Romantics (Regulus x Lily)

You Are In Love (James x Lily)

Wildest Dreams (Sirius x James)

Long Story Short (Draco x Harry)

This Love  (Pandora x Lily)

All You Had to Do Was Stay (Hermione x Pansy)

Shake It Off (Draco x Harry)

I Wish You Would (James x Lily)

Blank Space   (Ron x Hermione)

I Know Places (Draco x Hermione)

Gold Rush (Ron x Hermione)

Welcome to New York  (Sirius x Remus)

Style (Bellatrix x Voldemort)

Happiness (Narcissa Black x Emmeline Vance)

Tis the Damn Season (Harry x Bill Weasley)

It's Time to Go (Teddy x Victoire)

Cowboy Like Me (Astoria x Hermione)

Champagne Problems (Draco x Astoria, Part 2 of 6)

Era Three (Red/Lover)

The Moment I Knew (Ron x Hermione)

You Need to Calm Down  (Draco x Harry)

Sad Beautiful Tragic  (Draco x Astoria)

Nothing New (ft. Phoebe Bridgers) (Ron x Hermione)

All of the Girls You Loved Before (Sirius x Remus)

State of Grace (James x Lily)

Miss Americana & the Heartbreak Prince Draco x Astoria, Part 3 of 6)

We Are Never Ever Getting Back Together (Harry x Tom Riddle) 

The Last Time (ft. Gary Lightbody) (Ron x Hermione)

All Too Well (Ron x Hermione)

The Archer  (Pandora Lovegood x Lily Evans)

Babe  (Ron x Hermione)

Run (ft. Ed Sheeran) (Narcissa x Lily)

Cornelia Street (Percy Weasley x Oliver Wood)

Everything Has Changed (ft. Ed Sheeran) (Sirius x Remus)

The Very First Night (Ron x Hermione)

Girl at Home (Alecto Carrow x Narcissa Black)

Forever Winter (Draco x Astoria)

Afterglow (Ron x Hermione)

Holy Ground (Romione)

Stay Stay Stay (Blaise Zabini x Daphne Greengrass)

False God (Bellatrix x Voldemort)

Era Four (Fearless/Reputation)

Come in With the Rain (Ginny & Hermione)

Look What You Made Me Do (Ron x Hermione)

That's When (ft. Keith Urban) (James x Lily)

Fifteen (James x Lily)

Tell Me Why (Harry x Charlie Weasley)

The Best Day (Percy x Oliver Wood)

Call It What You Want (Ron x Hermione)

You Belong With Me (Ron x Hermione)

Untouchable (Narcissa x Lily)

Change (Ron x Hermione)

Superstar (Draco x Hermione)

Forever and Always (Piano Version) (Draco x Astoria)

King of My Heart (Ron x Hermione)

This Is Why We Can't Have Nice Things (James x Lily)

Fearless (Ron x Hermione)

The Way I Loved You (James x Lily)

Gorgeous (Ron x Hermione)

Bye Bye Baby (Ron x Hermione)

White Horse  (James x Lily) 

…Ready for It? (Blaise Zabini x Daphne Greengrass)

Don’t You (Ron x Hermione)

I Did Something Bad (Draco x Astoria, Part 4 of 6)

The Other Side of the Door (Sirius x Remus)

Era Five (Speak Now/Folklore)

Haunted (Bellatrix x Lily)

Enchanted (Ron x Hermione)

Innocent (Draco & Narcissa Malfoy) 

Back to December (Ron x Hermione)

The 1 (Ron x Hermione)

Exile (ft Bon Iver) (Ron x Hermione)

Mad Woman (Draco x Harry)

Invisible String (Sirius x Remus)

Cardigan (Ron x Hermione)

Epiphany (Padma Patil x Theodore Nott)

Mirrorball (Draco x Harry)

Mine (Harry/Fred/George)

Mean (Ron x Hermione)

This Is Me Trying (Marcus Flint x Percy Weasley)

Timeless (Ron x Hermione)

My Tears Ricochet (Ron x Hermione)

Seven (Sirius x Remus)

I Can See You (Sirius x Remus)

Foolish One (Angelina Johnson x George Weasley)

[enbysiriusblack]

think about bellatrix x alecto. For a moment if you will please🙏

they could be the death eater power couple just imagine-

okay yes. love that. have not thought much about alecto but i can def see it. i'm big into quillkiller so i'm sorta imagining it starting as a rebound for bellatrix during first war and after she gets out of prison they start up again and get more obsessively and brutally into each other.

[umbraetmortis-rpg]

Las "X" y las "¿?" son para que el usuario determine la edad y la fecha de su personaje.

Edad personajes Canon en enero de 1978:

Sirius Black: 18 años (Fecha de nacimiento: 3 de noviembre de 1959)

Lily Evans: 17 años (Fecha de nacimiento: 30 de enero de 1960)

James Potter: 17 años (Fecha de nacimiento: 27 de marzo de 1960)

Remus Lupin: 17 años (Fecha de nacimiento: 10 de marzo de 1960)

Marlene Mckinnon: 17 años (Fecha de nacimiento: Día ¿? Mes: (Posterior a enero) de 1960)

Andromeda Black: 24 años (Día ¿? Mes: (Posterior a enero) de 1953)

Mary Macdonald: 17 años (Fecha de nacimiento: Día ¿? Mes: (Posterior a enero) de 1960)

Minerva Mcgonagall: 43 años (4 de octubre de 1935)

Petter Pettegrew: 17 años (Fecha de nacimiento: Día ¿? (mes entre enero y agosto) de 1960)

Severus Snape: 17 años (Fecha de nacimiento: 9 de enero de 1960)

Narcisa Malfoy: X años (Fecha de nacimiento: Día ¿? Mes ¿? 1950)

Lucius Malfoy: X años (Fecha de nacimiento: Día ¿? Mes ¿? 1951)

Rodolphus Lestrange: X años (Fecha de nacimiento: Día ¿? Mes ¿? 1957)

Regulus Black: 16 años (Fecha de nacimiento: Día ¿? Mes (Posterior a enero) ¿? 1961)

Amycus Carrow: X años (Fecha de nacimiento: Día ¿? Mes ¿? 1951)

Alecto Carrow: X años (Fecha de nacimiento: Día ¿? Mes ¿? Año ¿?)

Bellatrix Lestrange: X años (Fecha de nacimiento: Día ¿? Mes ¿? 1951)

Personajes Secundarios:

Arthur Weasley: 27 años (Fecha de nacimiento: 6 de febrero de 1950)

Molly Weasley: 29 años (Fecha de nacimiento: 30 de octubre de 1949)

Davey Gudgeon X años (Fecha de nacimiento: Día ¿? Mes ¿? Año 1960)

Evan Rosier: X años (Fecha de nacimiento: Día ¿? Mes ¿? Año 1960)

Bertha Jorkins: X años (Fecha de nacimiento: Día ¿? Mes ¿? Año (Entre 1953-1958))

Dolores Jane Umbridge: X años (Fecha de nacimiento: 26 de agosto,  Año (antes de 1965))

Alastor Moody: X años (Fecha de nacimiento: Día ¿? Mes ¿? Año ¿?)

Bartemius Crouch Jr: 15 años (Fecha de nacimiento: Día ¿? Mes ¿? Año 1962)

Alice Longbottom: X años (Fecha de nacimiento: Día ¿? Mes ¿? Año ¿?)

Frank Longbottom: X años (Fecha de nacimiento: Día ¿? Mes ¿? Año (Década de los 50))

Rabastan Lestrange: X años (Fecha de nacimiento: Día ¿? Mes ¿? Año ¿?)

Benjy Fenwick: X años (Fecha de nacimiento: Día ¿? Mes ¿? Año ¿?)

Walburga Black: X años (Fecha de nacimiento: Día ¿? Mes ¿? Año 1925)

Orión Black: X años (Fecha de nacimiento: Día ¿? Mes ¿? Año 1929)

Xenophilius Lovegood: X años (Fecha de nacimiento: Día ¿? Mes ¿? Año ¿?)

Pandora Lovegood: X años (Fecha de nacimiento: Día ¿? Mes ¿? Año ¿?)

Travers: X años (Fecha de nacimiento: Día ¿? Mes ¿? Año ¿?)

Sybill Trelawney: X años (Fecha de nacimiento: 9 de Marzo, antes de 1963)

Aberforth Dumbledore: X años (Fecha de nacimiento:  entre el 1 de septiembre de 1883 y 31 de agosto de 1884)

Caradoc Dearborn: X años (Fecha de nacimiento: Día ¿? Mes ¿? Año ¿?)

Dedalus Diggle: X años (Fecha de nacimiento: Día ¿? Mes ¿? Año ¿?)

Edgar Bones: X años (Fecha de nacimiento: Día ¿? Mes ¿? Año ¿?)

Elphias Doge: X años (Fecha de nacimiento: Día ¿? Mes ¿? Año 1881)

Emmeline Vance: X años (Fecha de nacimiento: Día ¿? Mes ¿? Año ¿?)

Gideon Prewett: X años (Fecha de nacimiento: Día ¿? Mes ¿? Año ¿?)

Rubeus Hagrid: 48 años (Fecha de nacimiento: 6 de diciembre de 1928)

Mulciber: X años (Fecha de nacimiento: Finales de la década de 1950 o principios de la década de 1960)

Walden Macnair: X años (Fecha de nacimiento: Día ¿? Mes ¿? Año ¿?)

Antonin Dolohov: X años (Fecha de nacimiento: Día ¿? Mes ¿? Año ¿?)

Fenrir Greyback: X años (Fecha de nacimiento: Día ¿? Mes ¿? Año 1945)

Augustus Rookwood: X años (Fecha de nacimiento: Día ¿? Mes ¿? Año ¿?)

Igor Karkarov: X años (Fecha de nacimiento: Día ¿? Mes ¿? Año 1950)

[bellatrix-lestrxnge]

Remaining where she sat, Bellatrix simply stared at Antonin with the sort of glare that foretold either volatility or the certainty of a delayed reaction. Whatever she did would be appropriate, for she would not permit him to get away with such brazen gall - friend or not. It did amuse her, though. She was always one for pushing boundaries until they snapped. It was just a pity that he was attempting to snap her. So she took a long and mildly scathing glance at him, getting a whiff of the pungent scent of blood and sweat that shrouded him with masculine potency. Such things didn't bother her. She wouldn't care if he'd stained her in some fashion, considering she had equally non-existent concern for the state of her own attire or the furnishing they were currently seated on. These details only reminded of the night's delicious activities and the strength of their success. Scent and sight enhanced the memory, spiking her senses into hyperfocus.

Though as he patted her shoulder like she were some good girl of a pet, she tilted her head to watch his fingers, her lips narrowing with barely restrained emotion. She had half a mind to make him pay for his audacity for the sheer fun of it. All jokes aside, she doubted very much that he would be able to handle her - let alone both her and Rodolphus together. If he were ever to join their marital bed, they would eat him alive and feast on his bones, too. "You're a scandalous man, Dolohov. But don't forget that I am no one's to borrow. I do what - and who - I want." Sweetly smiling, she laughed lowly at his latter judgement. She wouldn't put it past Rodolphus to do something so flamboyantly taunting and possessive. She'd likely let him too, just to see the look on Antonin's face.

She was unable to disagree with Antonin's words about trust, since they were sensible enough. There were very few that she truly trusted. Rodolphus and Rabastan were at the top of the list, despite their differing temperaments. They were each skilled in their own ways and their loyalties never faltered. Dolohov had somehow wormed his way higher in her esteem too, though nowhere near the same unconditional level.

"Yes, he is good with curses, isn't he," she conceded, knowing that such abilities enhanced their strength on the battlefield. Both he and Emmeline were a considerable and necessary supporting force. Arching an eyebrow, she slid her glass onto the thick back of the couch and studied Dolohov with increasing amusement. "Scared of Alecto, Antonin? Or are you saying you find her dull? Not many would consider me and Rodolphus to be the softer option. Perhaps you should check yourself for signs of departing sanity." Rich words, coming from her. She didn't mean it, either. Dolohov's sanity - or perhaps the lack of it - was quite comfortable to be around on the whole. "I see the appeal in your trickery. It's just so tediously long-winded. But do elaborate, my old friend. What plans do you have in motion at present? I promise I won't tell." She paused, pupils widening and anticipation arching her mouth into a broad curve. Her fingers raised, motioning a firm 'x' across a heaving breast. "Cross my heart."

He scooted a bit closer pursuing her retreat as far as tact would allow. Though not enough she had to worry about blood or any other bodily fluid.  “I think he would assume we didn’t whatever happened unless he was there to direct.  I’ll bring it up the next time he mentions me drinking alone with a house elf.  I have to have some fun, and I’m sure he wouldn’t be so selfish as to begrudge me a bit of borrowed company.  You have so much energy to give, best to make sure it’s spent in the right places.”  He gave her shoulder a pat as he lounged a bit more deeply on the couch. “Don’t worry I’m sure if the two of you put your mind to making me a third there is nothing I could do to resist you.” It was his turn to laugh.  The image of the two of them grabbing him still sleeping from bed and bounding him off somewhere was almost comical.  He did give a look to the door just in case.  It would make the perfect scenario: he was tired and a bit vulnerable, and they wouldn’t have to take him far.  He wouldn’t put it beyond Rodolphus to enjoy an audience. “Knowing him, he would come in that door and taunt me about still being unmarried before taking you there while I’m still too tired to move from the couch.”  He thought of the brothers which he trusted more.  It would depend on what.  His own life or a separate mission.  Even Bellatrix had moved up in that regard, but did he truly trust anyone?  It was a dangerous sentiment or that’s what he had been taught. “I trust each of you to do what you will.  Young Rabastan is better suited to the somewhat tedious task of breaking any curses before the fun starts.  Don’t want to rush in just to be lured into some kind of a trap or realize you can’t speak to cast or call for help.  It pays to be on the right side of such spells.” He watched her drink unsure if he was more interested in her or the bottle at the moment. Ultimately deciding on the bottle, taking it back after she had filled her glass.  Social lubricant was the most applicable at the moment. “Besides we were the ones saddled with the task.  He has been focused enough, and can be capable when the opportunity presents itself.  Perhaps another trait he has developed with exposure to Alecto.  I know I wouldn’t want to be wanting in skill if I was around her that regularly or closely.”  He waved off mention of the witch with a hand. “I’ll stick with you and Rodolphus picking between couple, she makes drinking with the elves not seem so bad an option.” He moved on quickly from the woman as if mentioning her name might have her coming through the door.  Once was enough times ventured into her dungeon. “I think worrying about such things is part of the game. It doesn’t pay to be setting pieces into motion and not watching how they fall.  Something about it is.” He took in a breath. “So delicious. I could say that about anyone or any emotion, but especially ones I have caused for better or worse.  I have plans that will probably be dashed by emotions, ideals and the stuffy notions of far too many high society minds.  I find the only advances I need to be cautious about lately are ones that are less than genuine.  I’m sure it will catch up to me, but the anticipation is part of the fun.”

[ask-gayharrypottercharacters]

Fanfiction with Alecto and Bella on that undercover mission, please??

Alecto handed a small vial to Bellatrix who pinched her nose in response. 

“There’s no way I’ll drink that.” She pointed with her finger.

“Bellatrix, that’s only polyjuice. It won’t kill you.” Alecto rolled her eyes when the other witch stamped her foot on the floor like a child.

“It’s not because you allow disgusting fluids to run down your throat that I will.” She crossed her arms. “Whose hair are in these anyway?”

Alecto laughed because she knew this would be a lost cause. “Arthur and Molly Weasley’s.” Bellatrix opened her mouth in shock. “I’m only following orders, Bellatrix. We need to enter that bar as members of the Order.”

Bellatrix dramatically acted shocked again. “And??”

“Anyway, I’m not willing to fail this mission and die.” Alecto opened the vial and ingested the liquid in one sitting, not even acknowledging how disgusting this must have been. 

“Are your interiors so rotten that this actually tastes normal to you?” Alecto laughed but she was quickly shut as her skin started to extend and transform.

Her hair turned into a dirty ginger as she shrank. 

Bellatrix spoke in a high-pitched tone. “Oh no there’s no way I’ll inflict that upon myself!”

Alecto, now fully turned, laughed with malice. The one precisely that belonged to Molly Weasley. “And here I thought Narcissa was the delicate sister.”

“Very funny.” Bellatrix took the potion from her hands and made sure it broke into dozens of pieces on the hard floor. 

Alecto took her wand out and turned it into Molly’s before directing it at the dark witch. “What the bloody hell?”

Bellatrix grinned. “There’s a simpler way for me.” She grabbed her wand from her robes and modified its shape just like Alecto had done seconds before. It did not look like Arthur’s though, she could tell that.

Bellatrix pointed the wand to her head which lightened slightly. It was now closer to dark chocolate than raven black. Her usually unruly curls straightened so her hair was only slightly wavy. She made herself look slimmer and now wore a a long light dress with no corset.

Alecto’s jaw dropped. “You look just like…”

Bellatrix let out a strident laugh. “My dear sister?”

When she dramatically highlighted her new silhouette, Alecto rolled her eyes. “Fine. But how can we know she won’t be at the bar when we go there?”

“Like poor Andy would partake in politics and war. You truly don’t know her, dear.” She laughed in a gentler but controlled manner, close to Narcissa’s but not quite like hers either. “If anything, Alecto, she is the delicate sister.” 

When they entered the bar, Bellatrix instantly covered her ears. “Do they want to impair our hearing with that music?” 

Alecto laughed. She was used to these crappy places. During her rebellious adolescence she used to come to this very bar, though it took a liberal turn since then. That’s why she had been sent for this mission.

There were however no apparent sign of the Order’s presence. Bellatrix send her a questioning look. “They must be in the cellar.” The now ginger aimed at one door just beside the stage. “Shall we go through?”

Bellatrix shook her head and leaned in so Alecto could hear without having to shout it for her. “This is no suicide mission.” She turned her gaze to several men whose very poor acting was giving they away in their apparent mission to protect whatever meeting was happening down there. 

Instead, Bellatrix discretely took a tiny thing out of her coat and let it fall on the floor. She was smirking and it made her look nothing like Andromeda Tonks. Alecto hit her ribs with an elbow and the other witch regained composure. 

The tiny thing, Alecto wasn’t sure if it was magical or robotic, subtly made its way to the basement door and underneath where it vanished. 

Alecto’s head turned to her partner in a sudden move. Bellatrix reassured her. “Don’t worry, it’s not magical. They won’t detect it.” Her white teeth were particularly showing in the dark when she grinned like that. 

“Is this…is this muggle?” Bellatrix laughed before taking her hands and leading them to a free table.

“Who do you take me as? Of course it’s not!” Alecto breathed out. “It’s a living thing!” Her eyes opened wide. “A very rare species of lizards whose particularity is to be able to imprint immediate memory in great detail. It only takes a simple spell to extract it from their minuscule brain.” 

They feigned small talk for a bit until the lizard found its way back onto Bellatrix legs and then in her coat. They were up to their feet when the cellar opened.

Alecto stilled when two men revealed themselves in the neon lights. They shook hands before separating. 

Bellatrix grabbed Alecto by the arm in an attempt to lead her out of the bar but one of the wizards called after her. “Andy? Andy is that you?”

“Fuck…” Bellatrix breathed. Panic started to settle in. She had measured the probabilities her sister would find herself in such a shabby place but she had forgotten to consider her stupid husband’s whereabouts. 

“What do we do?” Alecto whispered. “Do we run?”

Ted tonks was walking towards them and the interaction had alerted the guards who were now all observing the scene.

Bellatrix turned to the man. “Ted!” She tried to imitate her sister’s bubbly tone whenever she used to talk about the muggleborn.

When he reached them, he grabbed Bellatrix’s cheeks, well what he mistook for Andromeda’s cheeks, and planted a loving kiss on her lips. The dark witch suppressed the sudden urge to vomit.

“What are you doing here, honey?” He was surprised but seemed genuinely happy to see her. 

Bellatrix shut her murderous impulses down. It wasn’t what she was best at but if she could risk dying now, she couldn’t take Alecto down with her. She actually respected the witch enough not get her harmed by her own personal issues.

“Molly and I were meeting for dinner tonight, remember?” Ted seemed perplexed but let her continue her little speech. “Well, we thought it would be…adventurous to change plans and come here instead.”

Ted laughed but caressed her cheek tenderly. “Babe, I thought we put your adventurous ideas on hold for the time being!” Ted touched her stomach and Bellatrix stilled. “And I told you we had an important meeting tonight with the Order. It could be dangerous. You wouldn’t want anything to happen to you or the baby now, would you?” 

At least if Bellatrix threw up here and now it wouldn’t look too suspicious.

Alecto didn’t quite understand the extent of Bellatrix’s rage then but she was quick enough to notice she wasn’t in a state to play their little game anymore.

“You’re absolutely right! We should be going back to my house. If you’ll excuse us…” She grabbed Bellatrix by the arm. She was stopped by the wizard holding Bellatrix’s other arm.

He leaned in and Alecto prepared herself to take her wand out. Thankfully, he only kissed Bellatrix again. “Get home safely, ladies. We’re almost over with the meeting.”

Alecto nodded and had to practically drag Bellatrix out of the bar under the gaze of a growingly suspicious Ted. 

She took them a few streets further, in an empty dead end. Alecto’s hair were starting to go back to their original colour.

Bellatrix spat on the ground dramatically. “Give me one reason to go back in there and not kill that filth! One!” 

Alecto leaned on the wall to recover from what could have been their downfall. 

“He. dared. kissing. me!” She tried to clean her tongue with the palm of her hand. “The dirty mudblood!” Quite frankly, she looked hysterical.

Alecto rolled her eyes before grabbing her shoulders. She was trying to still the other woman without big success. 

“I can still taste him, Alecto!” Was she on the verge of crying right now?

“Here, let me help!” The witch brought Bellatrix to her lips and didn’t wait for consent to put her tongue in her mouth. 

She should have known that she’d get slapped for it because she assuredly did. “I want to get rid of the traumatising nightmare of kissing my sister’s mudblood lover and you suggest I kiss Molly Weasley instead? Are you completely daft?” It seemed to have relaxed her though because she sounded playful now.

“Hey at least the woman’s a pure-blood.” They both burst out laughing.

Bellatrix pushed Alecto away until she was pinned to the brick wall. She didn’t lose time in bringing their lips together in a searing kiss, the kind the witch liked to give her after a particularly successful mission. 

Soon the polynectar had vanished and she was back to her original form. Bellatrix groaned. “That’s much better.” Alecto smiled.

They were cut by men shouting a few streets away. “Secure the perimeter and stay on guard, we don’t know who and how dangerous they might be!”

“Fuck!” Bellatrix let out an exasperated breath. She detached Alecto from the wall and made them disapparate in a passionate kiss.

[lotties-ashwagandha]

hello

could write a cissy x reader fic maybe some hurt comfort . Like we think she is cheating or smth🤍 btw i love your blog you’re an amazing writer ( sorry for mistakes English isn’t my first language)

FRACTURED GLASS AND ITS DOWNPOUR

pairing: narcissa malfoy x reader

word count: 1060

notes and warnings: love this request and thank youu <3 this is inspired by “the last beautiful thing i saw is the thing that blinded me” by paris paloma ALSO I made up a first name for Blaise Zabini’s mom bc she didnt have one and the only other death-eater-esque women are bellatrix (we don’t do incest folks) and alecto carrow sooo,, also i wrote this when i was deliriously tired so bear w me 😅

taglist: @cordeliass @paulsonsratched @goodeday2u @thedeconstructionist @traumatisedfangirl @devriesgoode

This shattered reality haunts us relentlessly.

Always, it is there, lurking in the shadows — such a past, such a fear that cannot be named, waiting for a moment to deliver us to death.

Step on the cracks, listen to the ticking of the clock.

Time has come for us — never again will we feel this love.

You waited.

You listened to the ticking of the clock.

It had been seven hours. Seven hours of a Saturday you had made plans to spend together, and it had been the third week in a row.

You knew you ought to be compassionate, but Lenora Zabini’s divorce was far from being your problem, which meant you had no reason to get involved in it, and neither did Narcissa.

“We’ve known each other since we were children,” Narcissa had said at the start of it all, “and when I separated from Lucius, she was endlessly supportive.”

You understood her call to compassion — in her truest form, she was built on compassion, and had always sacrificed her own stability for that of those she held dear.

Yet again, Lenora Zabini’s divorce was in no way your problem, and you were firm in your resolve that the two of you should stay out of it.

When Narcissa had disregarded your resolve, when she had rushed to Zabini every moment she could, that was when the fragile state of your reality had begun to fracture. Everything around you had turned into glass — every word, every glance, every touch so easily shattered.

You listened to the ticking of the clock. You were staring at it, now, watching the moments hurry by. It was nearing seven o’clock. With every moment that ticked by you could feel resentment growing like vines around your ribs, bursting into your lungs and suffocating you.

Last week she had only stayed with Zabini until six.

You could hear the front door open, and you turned back to the book in your lap, and though your gaze was focused on it you could not see a single word.

You could hear her heels echoing through the halls as she reached the living room, and from the edge of your vision you watched her approach.

“You said you’d be back by five.”

“Oh, hello, it’s nice to see you, too,” she teased, though she seemed to sense something was off, for her smile faded quickly. She did not press you, yet you could feel her analytical gaze resting heavily upon you as she sat down beside you on the sofa. “What are you reading?”

“The Secret History,” you said quietly, refusing to meet her gaze. You craved her presence, yet you wished just as strongly to isolate yourself. It was a balance that tortured you.

“What’s it about?” She rested her head on your shoulder, sighing in exhaustion.

“I don’t know,” you said blandly, “I just started it.”

Narcissa sat up, watching you for a moment before gently taking the book from your hands and placing it on the coffee table in front of you.

You dared not meet her gaze — for if you did, you knew your eyes would betray your every thought.

“What happened?” She asked softly.

“Nothing happened.”

She sighed once more, and finally you met her gaze, and there would be no escape now, for she could read all you were feeling in a single moment.

All of your fears, every shard of broken glass, felt ridiculous. You had no reason to worry, for she was here with you now, tangible.

Saying it all out loud was your greatest nightmare — if your suspicions were wrong, you could not imagine how deeply your words would cut her, how big of a blow you would release upon your own happiness.

Narcissa waited for you to speak. Her expression was gentle, and you could tell she was doing the best she could to provide comfort in her exhausted state, and this too made you feel terrible for what you were about to ask.

There was no other way to ask it except directly, and you attempted to center yourself before you mustered up the words, yet they flew out before you could stop them. “Are you cheating on me?”

You regretted your words as soon as you said them. There it was, your greatest fear, hanging so vulnerably between the two of you.

And your reality would shatter, in this very moment, or it would be saved.

You had already been blinded by the glass.

Narcissa’s expression changed completely. The surprise she bore could have itself proved her innocence, the way her body tensed. She shook her head, dumbfounded, breathing out a ‘no.’

You did not need any further explanation – part of you knew she was innocent before you had even asked.

Yet the fear kept coming back, kept harvesting your hope and watching as the blood drained from the wounds it pridefully inflicted.

There were a thousand things she could have said. She could have berated you for suggesting that she would do that to you, she could have turned the question around, she could have simply left without another word.

But there she was, still, beside you, and now she was the one watching the moments tick by.

“I would never do that to you,” she whispered, and if you had not been paying such close attention, you wouldn’t have heard her.

That was the moment you understood the profoundness of her silence – for she had once been in your position, and the answer of the person opposite had been very, very different.

“I’m sorry,” you whispered, “I know you wouldn’t… but you’ve been spending so much time with Lenora, any second you can get, and I just assumed…”

And once she understood, the alarm faded from her features, and such delicacy was replaced with steadiness. “Lenora and I have never had anything between us. She’s like a sister to me.”

You nodded, taking a shaky breath.

She opened her arms, inviting you closer, and you leaned against her. The comfort of her presence radiated through you, and finally you were safe from the threats hiding in every corner, from the fear that so violently sought you.

The broken glass of your reality, never able to be repaired, was now constructed of diamonds.

A downpour of love followed you – a downpour of diamonds.

[professordrarry]

Death Eaters Have Christmas Too

I promised @crucioandcoffee Alectrix Christmas AU. It turned into Alectrix Christmas Fluff and I do not apologise. I also dedicate this to @sapphicauthor , who sails this ship with us. WE ARE THE CAPTAINS OF THIS SHIP AND NO ONE CAN TELL US OTHERWISE.

The air around them constantly fizzled and crackled, their magic fighting even when they were actually calm. To a casual outside observer, the electricity that propelled them through life expressed itself in a general uneasiness that could be felt by anyone who got too near. They garnered the same cautious dislike by everyone who encountered them.

But to Alecto Carrow, whose entire life had been spent avoiding touch unless she needed something, who had existed in general uneasiness for longer than she had memories, it felt like electricity and fire, glorious and burning.

Waking next to someone was a wholly strange experience, and despite the fact that it had been happening with an unpredictable sort of regularity for many months, Alecto often found herself slightly shocked when she woke up under the sturdy arm of Bellatrix. Or, as was the case this morning, facing her still sleeping face full on, connected at the ankles, naked and warm and content.

Christmas had never been particularly pleasant in the Carrow house; of course, it hadn’t been unpleasant either, but one would hardly dare make a Christmas card from her family christmases. They had always been less ‘cozy fire and hearth, with presents round the tree’ and more ‘straight backed chairs, twelve courses, and a recitation of the family tree’.

This morning, though, there was a soft blanket of snow on the window ledge that was softening the light in the room, casting a warm blue glow over Bella’s delicate eyelids. They were wrapped in a white duvet, whose origins were dubious at best, and Alecto had lost track of what county they were in.

Something about the quiet morning and the comfort she was feeling had sparked a sense of something deep in her belly; she couldn’t name it, and she didn’t try, but it was a mix of things she hadn’t seen in awhile. Hope. Promise. Safety.

She shook her head. ‘Safety’ around Bellatrix Black was never a good thing to assume; it was part of the thrill, part of the torturous wonder that was being near her. Alecto loved every razor sharp edge of her lover’s personality, and thus refused to acknowledge the normalness of waking up with someone you cared about on Christmas morning.

She stretched out one long finger, sharp nail tracing a line along Bella’s neck and collarbone, finally pushing with more force than necessary against her sternum and jolting Bellatrix awake.

“Well, then,” she cooed. “Merry Christmas, Black.”

“It can’t possibly be Christmas,” Bellatrix groaned in a groggy voice, reaching out and gripping Alecto hard by the wrist and dragging her forward, releasing her when she was close enough for Bella to wrap her arms around her and bury her head in the nape of her neck, breathing warm, wet air into her hair as she continued. “I distinctly remember there being Christmas last year.”

“Before you kick me out,” Alecto said gently, not moving for fear of being sent away anyway. “I have a present for you.”

“I know you do, darling,” Bellatrix said salaciously, running her hand down the length of Alecto’s body, coming to rest on her arse as she squeezed gently. “Perhaps you’ll allow me to wake up first.”

Alecto rolled her eyes as she pulled her head back to glare at a smiling Bella.

“Not what I meant,” she said, suppressing a grin. “I have an actual gift for you.”

Bella looked alarmed, removing her arms from Alecto’s waist and propping herself up on her elbows.

“What?” She said, eyes narrowing. “Why the fuck would you do that?”

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[evadwrites]

the funniest part is that there’s so many little details, foreshadowing, plot twists and flashbacks involved that i don’t even know how much i can say without giving away something that might turn out to be a crucial detail later-

for some reason in my head it’s not even a full hunger games au (i would go WELL beyond 100k words if it was; it would be crimson rivers but make it sapphic), but a weird mashup of hunger games x harry potter universes with some original world-building involved? my mind for some reason automatically latched onto “the hunger games au” as the closest thing but it’s nowhere close enough so buckle up while i try to explain it in more detail so it makes sense (let’s hope it does)

basically, a long time ago, hogwarts as an educational institution established an annual tournament where participation is mandatory starting from the certain age (the age requirements slightly changed over the decades though). during the reaping ceremony, 6 students from each of the houses are chosen, which amounts to 24 young witches and wizards, and only one of them will get to keep their life.

mostly sacred twenty-eight families were behind establishing the tournament, and their kids’ names were kept out of the reaping ceremony for many generations. however, as the leadership at the school has changed, the old rule fell away, subjecting even the elite of the elite towards the reaping.

the slogan behind the tournament is vita est sacrificium, life is sacrifice. the reason the sacred twenty-eight families established it is this weird ass magical ritual that gives them lots of perks and does some other really cool things (not for everyone though), but it requires a large sacrifice that wouldn’t go unnoticed by the authorities. the solution??? let’s make 24 kids kill each other once a year until only one of them is left standing (and traumatized for life but who cares)

narcissa is 11 when she is chosen for the first time; she is 11 when a 13-year-old bellatrix volunteers for her, gets taken under the wing of tom riddle, and goes on to become a victor after personally murdering nineteen people.

narcissa is 15 when a 16-year-old andromeda is chosen for the tournament; she is 15 when andromeda is found dead the night before she was supposed to go into the arena and fight the love of her life.

narcissa is 17 when she is chosen for the second time; she is exactly two minutes away from turning 18 and aging out of the reaping when dumbledore pulls out a scroll of parchment with her name on it. narcissa is 17 when she is chosen for the second time, and this time bellatrix cannot take her place.

all bellatrix can do is teach her how to kill and who to kill, and lily evans is the first person on narcissa’s kill list.

there will be a LOT about politics and blood prejudice and inequality towards muggle-borns and winds of revolution and rebellion but not in the way you’d think AND there will be feelings, like so many feelings and pining and adventures and actions and utter heartbreak

the character list (not final; also not everyone is in here because i gotta keep some stuff under wraps for the sake of the plot)

narcissa, lily, bellatrix, evelyn “ivy” zabini, pandora, rita skeeter, dorcas, marlene, maybe mrs greengrass if i can think of a cool name for her?? also probably alecto

p.s. rodolphus might or might not be a mentor like bellatrix and he might or might not be mentoring someone who’s also participating in cissa’s tournament

i need somebody to talk me OUT of writing an 80k-word narlily hunger games au-

because i might or might not already have a rough outline for 11-12 chapters the au would have, as well as all the main characters and dynamics and plot twists-

[wondernimbus]

everything you didn’t say — draco malfoy

pairing: draco malfoy x female!reader

summary: reader has secrets of her own. a party at the malfoy manor reveals them.

a/n: i had to rewrite this bc im dumb n my first draft didn't save which was Very upsetting but anyways i hope you like it :'') 

“Well, don’t you look dashing.”

Draco’s eyes snap up in the mirror.

[Y/N] is standing in his doorway, having somehow opened the door without him noticing. She has one shoulder leaning on the doorframe, arms folded over her chest, eyebrows raised. There is a glint in her eye that Draco knows all too well; that of playfulness, of fondness. One he has long since associated with safety.

He breathes out a short laugh. “How long have you been standing there?” Draco asks, ringed fingers deftly resuming to work on his tie, but he isn’t having much success. He feels far too jittery, and as a result he keeps accidentally knotting it, only to unwind the silk and try again, over and over like some messed up routine.

Watching her through the mirror’s reflection, he sees [Y/N] step into the room. She’s wearing a plain black dress; lace sleeves, collarbones in display, the silver necklace he’d given her hanging around her neck.

“Long enough to find out that you’re a grown seventeen year old who doesn’t know how to tie his own tie.”

Draco still has it in him to roll his eyes, to let out a short-lived laugh. “I do,” he mutters, yanking a little at the fabric in frustration. “It’s just..”

[Y/N] swiftly pads across his room to join him at the dresser, a tiny grin playing across her lips. Standing in front of him, she gently knocks his hands away so as to work on his tie herself.

“Nerves?” she says quietly. The grin on her lips falls slightly as she fixes her gaze on his tie, hands quickly working to loop the loose ends together.

Draco inhales sharply. His palms are clammy, his heart is beating too fast inside of his chest—to say that he’s dealing with nerves would be an understatement.

”You could say that,” he decides, curling and uncurling his fists at his sides. When she looks up to meet his gaze, he tries for a weak smile, if only to quell the storm inside his heart.

”It’ll be fine,” [Y/N] tells him with a pursed smile. She’s done tying his tie. Her hands move to rest on his shoulders, which are covered with his suit jacket. His mother had insisted he wear it, just as her own mother had no doubt insisted [Y/N] wear her dress; it is somewhat of a special occasion, after all, although what they are celebrating is hardly something that neither draco nor [Y/N] feel too ecstatic about it.

”There’ll be drinks,” continues [Y/N] with a lilting tone, thumbs smoothing over the creases of his suit. “And..”

She trails off. There isn’t really much to say.

”Dancing?” Draco suggests half-heartedly.

There is one brief second in which their eyes meet, and both of their lips are already beginning to quirk up at the corners, and then the next they are both breaking out into laughter. And it’s not the kind that hurts your stomach or has you pounding your fists on the ground, but it’s laughter nonetheless—a little rigid, a little heavy-hearted, but it’s just as relieving.

[Y/N]’s shoulders wrack with subtle giggles. “Yeah,” she agrees, nodding. “And I suspect Greyback will be giving a motivational speech.”

Draco feels his lips tug up into a crooked grin. “Hear my aunt might skip out on the party. She’s got knitting to do, you see.”

Both of them let themselves paint a picture inside their head: the infamous, untamed Bellatrix, sitting in a quiet corner with a quilt in her lap, humming a little tune to herself.

[Y/N] throws her head back in a loud laugh, and this time it’s not quite as tense. Draco watches her, laughing quietly on his own, and suddenly his heart doesn’t feel quite so heavy anymore.

He watches as the last of her giggles dissipate, and she is smiling down at her shoes again, and then back up at him.

“We’ll be okay,” she tells him softly, once more reaching out, but not to tie his tie or to smoothen out the creased fabric of his suit, but to card her fingers through his hair the way she knows relaxes him.

Staring down at her—holding her gaze, which is warm and comforting and reminiscent of simpler times, like when she would sneak into his bed at Hogwarts and they would whisper and laugh quietly into the night, taking care not to wake up any of his roommates—Draco allows himself to breathe. To feel like himself again; a boy in love and nothing more.

”Yeah,” he says, closing his eyes, leaning forward to lean his forehead on hers. “Yeah, we will.”

—

Gatherings at the Malfoy Manor were usually a grand event; peacocks would mill about the lawn, some wandering past the large castle doors and into the drawing room, where the guests would stroke their feathers in admiration with one hand and hold a glass of the finest mulled wine in the other as they spoke among themselves, laughing and boasting offhandedly about the ancient living room set they'd imported from France or their children's future careers. Sometimes one would have enough courage to bring up the notion of arranged marriages, only for Narcissa Malfoy to turn them down and say that Draco would choose for himself when the time came, veering the conversation away towards things like ministry connections.

Parties happened often back then—not as much to celebrate as to fill up the overly large halls of the manor with pointless chatter—but things have changed. It’s been a while since the Malfoys last opened their doors to guests.

Does this count as a party? Draco wonders to himself, watching Death Eaters filter into the drawing room, some wearing sickening grins and others looking dead inside.

There are no more wandering peacocks. No more music, no more friendly guests eager to wed their children into the Malfoy family. There are only murderers. Death Eaters. There is laughter, but the kind that has Draco feeling uneasy.

Things have changed. Draco wonders if it's for the better.

He knows he and [Y/N] can't hide here forever—at the edge of the shadowed banister overlooking the entrance hall—but they stay there for as long as they can, until his grim-looking mother comes up the staircase and beckons for them to join the party.

Party. Ha.

So Draco and [Y/N] trail after Narcissa, who leads them into the drawing room, where most of the Death Eaters have gathered. No peacocks, no music, but there is wine, and almost everyone is clutching a glass of it.

He feels [Y/N]'s fingers graze against his. Looking over at her, she sees him staring placidly in front of her, meeting no one's gaze, but she seems to feel his eyes on her—so she turns her head to the side, and Draco sees her facade slip away for the smallest of split seconds as the look on her face softens and she gives him this small, reassuring smile.

He can almost hear her voice inside his head: we'll be okay.

Draco swallows. Nods just a fraction of an inch.

People clap him on the back as he passes, congratulating him and [Y/N] for a job well done at fixing the Vanishing Cabinet. Draco nods mutely and lets [Y/N] do the talking—she has always been better at keeping her composure, masking her true thoughts.

"Could never have imagined it," cackles Alecto Carrow, marching up to them in the middle of the large room. Her cheeks are already tinged pink with intoxication, voice a higher pitch than usual. "Most I expected from you lot was.. well, nothing, really. Doubted you could even fix a dresser, much less a whole bloody cabinet!" she shrieks with laughter, some of the wine from her glass spilling onto the floor.

[Y/N]'s gaze is stony. "Thank you."

Alecto’s nose wrinkles, her chortles dying down. "Thank you?" she repeats. "S'that all you have to say?"

For a brief, horrifying moment, Draco almost thinks [Y/N] is going to bite back with a sarcastic remark—but things have changed and there is a mark on her arm now, so instead she says, flatly, "It wasn’t an easy feat." A slight pause. "We’re just as surprised as you."

Alecto grins. She seems satisfied. "Well, 'course it wasn't an easy feat, or at least for you." She takes a big swig out of her glass. "Could’ve done it myself in ten minutes, isn't that right, Amycus?"

Her brother Amycus snickers but doesn't reply. Draco knows it's because he doubts Alecto's claims just as much as they do; she doesn't seem capable of writing even a bloody paragraph on her own.

"Well," says [Y/N]. "We appreciate your.. praise."

Draco almost snorts. It’s uncharacteristic of her to be so formal, and most of all to take the high road when being insulted. He knows that if things were different, if their lives weren't on the line, she wouldn't be standing here at Draco's side—no, her wand would be at Alecto's throat.

But that little bit of humor quickly fades when Draco finds Amycus staring at [Y/N], uncouth eyes roaming from her lips to her exposed collarbones, the skin hiding just underneath the lace of her sleeves, the dress hugging her figure—

Draco feels anger flare up, hot and heavy inside of his chest. Unconsciously, he finds himself stepping forward, urged on by that unpleasant feeling worming its way into his stomach, curling his hands into fists, tinging the tips of his ears red as his fingers edge closer to the wand inside his pocket.

¨What are you looking at, boy?¨ Amycus sneers, meeting his gaze.

Draco thinks, at that moment, that magic would hardly be fit to put this ugly brute of a man in his place—no, he´d much rather use his fists, pummel them into that crooked nose of his until he kneels at [Y/N]’s feet and begs for her forgiveness, because no one should look at her like that—

[Y/N] is whispering something, but he can´t hear it through the blood rushing in his ears.

But all of a sudden, Amycus’s gaze changes. He is no longer looking at Draco; rather, at something over his shoulder, and then he is bowing his head, eyes downcast.

All it takes Draco is a brief glance behind him to realize why.

He hears [Y/N] now: he’s here. He’s here.

An odd hush has fallen over the large room. The cause is easy to pinpoint; the Dark Lord has appeared at the entrance of the large drawing room, bringing with him a familiar sense of foreboding as everyone’s breath seems to hitch. It’s funny, in a sick way, how easily the atmosphere has shifted from something like ease to suffocating tension. How Alecto, who had been cackling into her glass of wine just moments before, now looks like a dog called to heel. How Amycus has torn his hungry gaze away from [Y/N] to instead stare down obediently at his feet. How Draco’s own parents, who stand a few feet away from the Dark Lord at the entrance, have their lips pursed and their hands clasped in front of them in submission.

Draco would laugh, but he is one of them now, and his head is hung just like the rest of them.

¨My, my,¨ says the Dark Lord, tone soft. ¨What a lovely party.¨

It had been he, the Dark Lord, who had suggested the idea of a celebration to revere in Draco´s and [Y/N]´s success. Not out of fondness, of course, but out of sheer spite for the Malfoys, caused by Lucius’s failure at the Department of Mysteries. This party was just another part of his little mind games; not only had he forced their son, Draco, to let Death Eaters loose inside Hogwarts, but he was now forcing them to celebrate it.

But why is he here?

It had been he who proposed the party, but no one had expected the Dark Lord to actually come. He had other things of actual importance to attend to: things that involved torture and kidnap and blackmail. He was on the brink of taking over the Ministry of Magic, and thus was a busy man—the Dark Lord only goes where he is needed, and not to pointless parties.

Draco swallows.

So why is he here?

¨It is only right, of course,¨ Voldemort continues, his voice still so oddly soft, like he´s addressing children, ¨That we celebrate the success of our young Death Eaters. The task I gave them was not an easy one, I’m afraid, and yet they prevailed, in the end, and proved themselves to us.¨

He wonders if Voldemort has spotted him and [Y/N], and feels bile rise at the back of his throat. Draco doesn´t want him anywhere near her.

Just leave, Draco thinks to himself, his teeth gritted so tight he hears how they scrape inside his skull. Just leave.

“I must admit, a few months ago I had my doubts.. but now here we are, applauding them, congratulating them for a job well done, treating them as one of our own.. welcoming them.”

“Draco.”

[Y/N] has inched closer to him. A moment later she feels her fingers weaving through his, squeezing his palm so tight Draco knows without having to look that her knuckles have turned a ghostly white.

He squeezes back, thinking that she might just be as surprised as him. Just as nervous.

It’ll be okay, he tries to tell her without saying it out loud. He´s too scared to speak. It’ll be okay.

¨And yet even as we toast to their names..¨

Draco keeps his head down. He can hear the sound of Voldemort´s robes rasping against the floor as he moves about the room.

But that is not the only thing he hears. Cold sweat trickles down the side of his temple, because in the Dark Lord’s voice he hears an edge. He senses danger.

A thought bounces around Draco’s skull as he fixes his gaze intently on his shoes: why is he here?

"Even as we welcome them with open arms.. as we let them walk among us unharmed, revered, almost, for their bravery..¨

¨Draco,¨ [Y/N] repeats, a little louder this time but only for his ears, and if the room wasn´t so quiet he wouldn´t have heard her ragged, almost panicked breathing, but it was and he did. 

He senses uneasy movement from behind him. One of the other Death Eaters.

¨Despite our kindness, one of them dares to turn away from us. One of them dares—¨ The Dark Lord´s voice grows colder, angrier, losing control and then all of a sudden softening again after a pregnant pause; ¨One of them dared.. dares to feed information to the fools that call themselves the Order of the Phoenix.¨

Draco hears the collective murmur of surprise that ripples through the room.

“Draco.” [Y/N]’s grip on his hand, if possible, tightens.

¨One of them dares betray us.¨

There is a brief moment of confusion on Draco´s part. He turns his head to look at [Y/N], brows furrowed as he struggles to make sense of the Dark Lord´s words.

But then Draco meets her eyes. Sees the look on her face.

¨I´m sorry,¨ she whispers, and realization hits him like a burst of icy cold water.

¨Seize her,¨ Voldemort says coldly. When Draco looks up, he sees that he is halfway across the room but his gaze is fixed on them—on [Y/N].

Amycus and Alecto are the first to move. They drop their glasses with no hesitation, sending them to the floor where they break into a hundred tiny pieces, and grab [Y/N] by the arms. She resists, wrestling in their arms, but the string of words that leave her mouth aren´t curses, nor are they pleas to let her go; no, they are apologies, repeated over and over again like a mantra as she desperately holds Draco´s gaze—”I’m sorry, Draco. I’m sorry.”

He watches as they yank [Y/N] across the floor, towards the Dark Lord, away from him. His lungs have stopped working, his heart is pounding wildly somewhere inside his throat, and [Y/N] is being roughly thrown at the Dark Lord´s feet—

Draco can´t breathe. His mind is buzzing, blanking out to a field of white, noise and heat colliding and melting until he can´t think through the blood rushing in his ears.

“Pity,” the Dark Lord whispers, gripping her chin harshly, jerking it up so that she would look at him. 

“I thought you'd proved yourself to be worthy of my praise, but instead it seems you've proved yourself to be rather the opposite—“

She snaps her head away. “Fuck you.”

“You, my child, have proved yourself to be a fool.”

“You´re never going to win.”

The Dark Lord seems unfazed. A grin splits wide on his face, stretching his lips into an uncannily amused grin as he stares down at the girl at his feet for a few seconds before nodding—and then turning around, twirling his wand in his hands—when had he pulled it out?

“And now, my brothers and sisters.”

Draco doesn’t feel his feet move underneath him, but they do.

“Lo and behold what happens to ungrateful fools who turn us away believing that they are saving the world, when in fact they are ruining themselves.”

Everything happens so quickly that Draco barely has any time to react; Voldemort raises his wand, and it seems to almost shine in the light as he points it directly towards [Y/N]—the Dark Lord´s mouth opens, the spell resting on the tip of his tongue, [Y/N] at the opposite end of his wand—

“No!”

It’s as though something inside of Draco has snapped, like he is being jarred awake. He doesn´t think—just darts forward with no real goal in mind other than to put himself in between Voldemort and [Y/N], but then there are hands grabbing at his arms, holding him back—

“Let go of me!” his tone is feral. He jabs his elbow into someone´s stomach, trying desperately to wrestle himself free, but the more Death Eaters he rips off of him, the more take their place. “[Y/N]!” he is breathless. “[Y/N]—”

The Dark Lord is going to kill her. He´s going to bloody kill her.

“Draco,” he hears his mother´s voice but doesn’t see her—he´s too busy thrashing wildly in the arms of whoever has hold of him, yelling out profanities and curses and [Y/N]´s name; “Draco, come. You don´t want to see this.”

“Let fucking go of me!”

But then the Dark Lord´s voice cuts through the havoc—¨Let him stay.¨

“[Y/N]!” Draco shouts, gritting his teeth. There are tears in his eyes; he doesn´t realize they´re there until they´ve fallen and he tastes them on his tongue. “Don´t touch her! Don´t fucking touch her!”

But the Dark Lord is, once again, unfazed. He turns his gaze to Draco but doesn´t lower his wand. “Watch, my child,” he says, voice ringing throughout the room, cold and unforgiving. “And pay close attention. This is what happens to cowards. To fools. To ungrateful scum.”

[Y/N]´s back is turned to Draco, and maybe it is better that way, because when the Dark Lord raises his wand, he doesn´t have to see the light leave her eyes.

Draco feels the entire world slow down. A single thought appears inside the ruined mess that is his mind, almost as if it’s mocking him—[Y/N] has always been better at masking her true thoughts. At hiding things; even from him. 

We’ll be okay, [Y/N] had told him.

She had lied.

¨Avada Kedavra!¨

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The Letters of Lord Voldemort | The Dark Lord attempts to wrangle the inimitable twat brigade (also known as the Death Eaters) via letter, by magnificent goons @drsallysparrow and @olivieblake.

My goodness Lucius you do go on at length, don’t you? I’m quite bored already and if Lord Voldemort the CONQUEROR OF DEATH can fail to be entertained by his own majesty, then humanity has lost all hope. Just - I don’t know, send Severus for the Divination job. He’s got eccentric hair, right? And, you know. A requisite oddness? He’ll fit right in at that wretched school. IT MEANS EVERYTHING TO ME but it is wretched ENTIRELY WRETCHED and someday I shall burn it to the ground.

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