#con. bellatrix

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Frank Longbottom, 29, Gryffindor alum, fc UTP, OPEN.

Birthday: up to player Gender & Pronouns: up to player Occupation: up to player Sided with: Neutral, pressured to pick a side by DE’s and OOTP alike

personality

Positive Traits: up to player Negative Traits: up to player

past

The Longbottom family had a long history of being neutral in all things pureblood elite-related. Of course, this meant that some people didn’t respect them as much, but Frank was raised to believe that was not necessarily a bad thing. Frank grew up getting to know people from all backgrounds. Their parents were Aurors, and Frank spent most of their childhood with their grandmother. But this was not necessarily a bad thing since it meant spending time with Nana Longbottom and her friend, Grandma Prewett. That meant time spent with Fabian, Gideon, and Molly - the best sort of friends Frank could have asked for as an only child. Once at Hogwarts, Frank proved to be quite popular. Their personality was warm enough to draw others to them, and Frank had a habit of putting others before themself. It wasn’t all that surprising that Frank got along well with Alice Lestrange now that Frank looks back at their relationship, but it is still surprising the two had become friends when their families had vastly different beliefs.

present

Following in their parents’ footsteps was an easy choice for Frank. They proudly joined the auror program and take their job seriously. Where they care as much as they do about the job, it wouldn’t be surprising if Frank ultimately sided with the Order of the Phoenix. The only thing holding them back from properly picking a side is pressure from other purebloods. Rodolphus has been nagging about taking the mark and has grown more and more adamant each day. Fabian and Gideon only have good to say about the Order. It’s too much to think about, and the people-pleasing part of Frank knows that picking a side will cause conflict, something that they are not ready to deal with.

connections

Molly Weasley - Close since childhood, Frank considers Molly and the twins family. Frank is willing to do anything to keep a smile on Molly’s face. At least, anything but give into giving the Order a chance. Being work driven has had Frank focused on the Auror department, with changes at the Ministry leaving them and Molly concerned about what the future may hold.

Alice Longbottom  - Marrying a Lestrange was practically unthinkable, but Alice had Frank wrapped around their finger in no time. The pair managed to fly under the radar and focus on work for a few years. The shift in power at the Ministry has left extended family encouraging Frank to declare a side on things, and they fear the wrong decision may lead to disaster.

Bellatrix Lestrange - Technically only related through marriage Frank tries their best to give their in-laws a wide berth. Frank knows the Lestranges are trying to sway the Longbottoms to the dark side. The less time Frank spends with Bella, the less they hear about the benefits of taking the mark and serving the Dark Lord.

Bios and posts that reference Frank Longbottom can be found by clicking this sentence.

suggested fc’s

Kiowa Gordon, Jordan Rodrigues, Varun Saranga

[dramioneasks]

The Handkerchief - Gr8t_78 - E, 140 chapters, Words: 400,277 - **this work is entirely canon compliant** The years at Hogwarts were a trying time for Harry Potter, but he was not the only wizard to experience trials and tribulations over those years. Draco Malfoy, pureblood and heir to two Noble and Ancient Houses within the Sacred 28, finds himself in a secret relationship with a muggle born witch. If his father or his fellow Slytherins found out, he's certain things won't end well for either of them. But his draw to this witch is too great. Following the perspective of Draco beginning in the first year, we see all of the things that Harry missed over the years, namely that his best friend was secretly dating his rival the entire time. How will it all end?

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Chapter 5

Warnings: Smut (Severus), non-con from both parties (Lucius), trigger warnings of rape (Greyback), 18+ readers only

Copyright: I do not own any Wizarding World characters that J.K. Rowling wrote. I do however own Elizabeth Kane (main character) and Trang Nyguen (best friend). There should be no use of these two names without my permission. I also do not condone any copying of this.

There were four of them and I was dragged harshly between two of them. My feet stumbled on the gravel, hopping when a particularly sharp stone hit the bottom of my feet. Their grip on my upper arms was unpleasantly tight. 

As we approached the black wrought-iron gate that guarded the large mansion forebodingly, they all lifted their left arms and passed through the gate. I was dragged through, feeling as though I was being scraped by Iron blades. 

My heart was beating, not in fright, but in anticipation. I would get to see Severus. And while I had no hopes that he would be helping me escape, or even that he would talk to me, seeing his face would be enough. 

It was stupid, irrational. My visions never deviated from their course. There was no reason to worry that Voldemort would kill my fiancé until the planned time. 

But still, separated from war and being on opposite sides. . . it made me nervous and I would be glad to see his face. 

As I was dragged up the long pathway, I started mentally calculating all of the possible outcomes. 

Voldemort might keep me. Try and use my visions or even a little shiny trinket to wave in front of Harry's face and tell him to come and get me. Those were good-ish scenarios. I would still be able to plan how to save Severus, Tonks, Fred, and Dad's lives. It would be more difficult, of course, but still doable. 

Or he could kill me flat out. At least my family wouldn't have to out live me by long, that was the singular comfort. The uncomfortable part was wondering where Remus would end up. He would be with Dad and Tonks surely for a little bit. But after dad and Tonks died too? Maybe Andromeda would keep him? Or would Mrs. Weasley take him in? Or would Harry do it? Trang was to tell him I was his sister and explain the whole story if I did die. 

Trang. 

I prayed that she was okay as I was dragged through the doorway into the manner. 

I knew where I was of course- Malfoy Manor. Though I had never stepped foot into the place, it was both grand, cold, and luxurious all at the same time. 

Like all of the portraits in the Wizarding World, the ones on the walls watched as I was dragged down the hallway. They didn't talk to each other, only judging me and my worth with cold, calculating stares. 

Two figures appeared at the end of the hallway. One was a feminine figure that I saw first as the second followed behind slower. Her wild black hair was curly and it made all of her facial features stand out dramatically. Her lips were puffy and red, her eyelids heavily lidded and dark. 

Bellatrix clapped her hands excitedly, but her good humor was quickly diminished as the Death Eater on my left addressed her, "Is he in?" 

"No." Bellatrix said, her eyes becoming narrowed and shrewd. "I will take her from here." 

"The Dark Lord's orders were very clear. We are to put Kane or Potter in the dungeons." The Death Eater clearly didn't know who he was talking to. Or he was stupid. Or he was brave. I wasn't sure. 

"I will take her from here." Bellatrix repeated, her smile also fading now, turning more into an ugly frown. 

The Death Eater made motions like he was going to ignore her and simply take me to the dungeons anyways, but the second one let me go and started to back away slowly. 

I looked at Bellatrix and then my eyes flickered behind to see the man behind her. 

I used Legilimens shields to make sure no emotions flickered over my face. 

Severus stood there, straight back and shoulders tense. His black eyes had no emotion in them, even as mine met his. His long black hair was oily as it came down around his face. 

I flicked my eyes back to Bellatrixs', and only met them for a second before I suddenly felt cool tile under my cheek, while the rest of my body felt like it was on fire. 

I knew that Severus had this way of separating his mind from his body while under the Cruciatus Curse. It was part of his superb Legilimens skills. But, I had not mastered that level and my throat burned as the screams erupted from it. Ungodly noises that didn't sound like they should come from any human. 

I couldn't tell if I had gone blind from pain or if I had squeezed my eyes shut, but when my body was released from the curse and I was just laying there in agony, learning to breathe, my eyes fluttered open to see the chandelier above me. 

"Bellatrix." Severus' voice was like music to my ears after such pain. It was the same voice he used in the classroom, like he hated everybody- including me. Harsh and baritone, deep, conveying nothing seemingly, but ultimately all of his hate and contempt for the person he was talking to. 

"What Snape?" Bellatrix snapped. 

"I would be. . . appeased if I could have her for thirty or forty minutes." I could picture the curl of his lip and my eyes fluttered, because I wanted to see it. See him. His face. 

I saw Bellatrixs' face first, amused in her misunderstanding of Severus' words. "I wish I could witness it. But I suspect you'll want a more private audience." 

"Very private." This time I saw Severus' face. He was coming the closet he ever would to smiling, in the presence of someone he detested. And it was a mocking, cruel smile, that I almost never saw from him. 

Bellatrix cackled at that, flaunting off to the side. Severus dragged me to my feet harshly. I didn't even have the strength to fight him off. He threw me over his shoulder, rather unflattering, but I didn't care at the particular moment. 

I only knew things had changed when the sound of a door clicked behind us and suddenly, he was placing me gently on my back on the bed. His large, rough hands were cupping my face delicately. The tunnels of black were suddenly full of warmth, love, and worry. 

"Elizabeth?" His voice was soft, musical in reality now. 

"Sev." I whispered back, throat so dry my voice cracked. "Oh Sev." 

His lips gently pulled mine into a hug. Enveloping them warmly, protectively almost. Mine responded in kind, submitting, letting his dominate. His tongue dipped lightly against my lips and they parted, allowing the intrusion desperately. 

My strength was coming back and my hands slid up his arms, before they wrapped around his neck, pulling him closer. The kiss became more desperate. Our tongues entwined with each others, noses smashed against each others cheeks. Our breathing was ragged, neither of us wanting to let go to breathe fresh air. 

His hands were sliding behind my back, undoing the zipper for the sleeveless dress. "What a beautiful colour on you." He breathed out, finally sitting back. 

I stood up, letting the dress slide from my body and his arms pulled me to him again. He made his own clothes disappear with a simple snap of his fingers and before me was a rugged man. 

He would never be beautiful enough to be called a God or to be carved into a pedestal of marble. Because Severus Snape was not a beautiful man. He was not perfect or glorious. He was scarred and strong. Rugged. He was. . . distinguished. Regal. Dignified. 

Mine. 

It was as though, while the two of us were staring at each other, memorizing each other again, we were thinking the same thing. 

"Mine." both of us whispered it together before Severus was pushing me back into the pillows of the bed. He grabbed his wand, lazily waving it towards my arm. Thin, black rope twined around them, wrapping intricately around my wrists. It didn't cut into my wrists, even as my arms held firm. 

"Just in case." Severus whispered softly, dipping his lips down, catching my nipple between his teeth, before sucking. I whimpered, a soft sound and one I hadn't made in months. 

His other hand palmed the other breast. Squeezing the soft flesh and he ran his thumb over my peaked nipple over and over again. It was such a strange sensation for both of us. The softness to him and the stimulation for me. 

I ground my hips against his, his cock rubbing against my clit. Now that it was just the two of us, seemingly alone, I was aroused for him. Never mind that Bellatrix and Lucius and Greyback and all of the other Death Eaters were in the house somewhere. Never mind that Voldemort would be approaching when he heard of my capture. 

It was just Severus and me. Living in our own world. 

"Please fuck me sir." I whispered quietly against the shell of his ear. "Professor." 

Severus grabbed my jaw harshly, a lust in his eyes. "What a naughty girl, begging for her Professors cock." 

"Yes Professor. Please give me your cock." I begged. Our voices low enough so that they could only reach our ears. But they held the same weight and lust and desire as if we were screaming it at the rooftops. 

"Naughty girls don't usually get what they want." Severus smirked, running his lips down my stomach, nipping at the skin. "Why should you be any different?" 

I refused to say anything depressing or anything that would break the spell. "Because I'm only naughty for you." 

Severus' eyes glinted in understanding. This was our fantasy for now, to be broken by reality only after we were done. 

"That is true. Which makes you a good girl by definition. And good girls always get what they want." Severus hummed, licking my neck, before sucking a hicky under my ear. 

He lifted my hips up slightly and I wrapped my legs around his waist. He thrusted into me and I couldn't help it, couldn't stop it. I moaned loudly, tossing my head back into the pillows. I knew the others would hear- I knew they had to be curious about it. Severus wasn't exactly known for this. But I didn't care. 

I even smiled a little at the rumors that would follow Severus after this. 'Damn, Snape is so good in bed, he can even got that victim of his, the Kane girl, to be pleasured'. I almost laughed. Severus would glare at everyone. 

Severus had seen it in my head and rolled his eyes. "You're imagination is adorable." 

This time, I did smile full out, before pressing my lips to his shoulder. He wrapped his arms around me and I let out a whimper as he hit a good spot inside of me. He had them memorized, hitting them in the perfect timing and succession so that I was whimpering and thrashing underneath him. 

"I'm going to cum." I whimpered, both of us ignoring the creak in the doorway. Neither of us turning to see who it was. 

Severus said nothing verbally, but he nipped at the soft skin of my breasts and I knew that it was permission. I screamed, squeezing my eyes shut, feeling the pleasure radiate through my body. 

As we both calmed down, we saw that the door had been shut again. Whoever had been here had left. 

Severus' time was up. We stared at each other for a long time, simply holding hands. Finally, I whispered. "Don't do anything stupid. Don't. . . don't compromise a thing. You. . ." I looked around and lowered my voice even more, "You do not compromise the entire world over me." 

We stared each other in the eyes. I knew he was waiting for me to back down, but I refused. He would not. I saw how this ended and he could not risk it. 

"Just keep your promise." Severus whispered, and finally moved so that he was off the bed, getting dressed again. 

I didn't say anything. I had crossed my fingers when he'd made me promise. It didn't count, there was no promise. 

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I sat in the corner of the jail cell. 

Jail cell? Or was it more of a dungeon cell? Cell in the dungeon? 

I digress. 

Either way, it was a cell. It was in the farthest back corner in the dungeon from the door as possible. There were three walls of thick, damp stone around me, the one wall that was not, consisted of thick metal- probably Iron- bars along with the door, which was locked. 

It was a small cell, with nothing in it. Not even a bench to sleep or sit on. There were manacles connected to the walls, though surprisingly they had not chained me. Perhaps they figured, wandless and having nothing on me but the dress, I would not be able to escape. 

Well, they were right about that. 

I sat in the corner of the dungeon, curled up in a ball with my head resting against the wall. Not out of fear, but it was freezing, and it was hard to stay warm in the dress. 

My long hair came in handy. It was thick and luscious, especially having been washed earlier that morning. So it was warm, almost like a blanket and was nice feeling on my shoulders. But it wouldn't last for long. 

From what I understood by Bellatrixs' scathing words, Voldemort was not in the country at the moment. And since I was not Harry Potter, he didn't feel the need to come back as quickly. Which meant I was going to be in here for a few days before he even bothered to see to me. 

It made me feel a little better. Perhaps it would give me time to figure out a plan to escape. . . but it wasn't looking promising. 

Suddenly, I heard footsteps coming down the pathway. They were quick, but they were heavier than Severus' and Bellatrixs'. 

My heart started to beat heavily. Perhaps Voldemort had changed his mind. Perhaps he was here for me now. 

But it was Lucius, who stood in front of my cell. 

He looked different, than the last time I had seen him, standing in front of me at the Ministry. His hair was still long, but it didn't look as well cared after. His face was gaunter, more shadowy. He looked. . . almost ill. Paler for sure. And his hands seemed to be shaking just a little bit. 

I wondered for a second, if he was letting me go. But as he opened the cell and stepped inside, closing the door behind him, I figured that was a foolish take. He would  not let me go. 

I noticed his eyes were off. The pale blue-grey orbs weren't focused. But I couldn't imagine what the cause of that would be. He didn't smell drunk, so he had to be coherent. 

But I had no more tries to think of anything before his hands and lips were on me. 

My brain didn't react right away. At first, it was just stuck in motionless shock. His hands felt like Severus' hands and his lips tasted like tea and honey. His hair was soft against my cheek, tickling it, just like Severus. My brain was trying to comprehend what was happening and for a second, my eyes fluttered closed, lips molding under Lucius'. 

It took only three and a half seconds for my brain to reboot. By that point, Lucius had removed my dress for the most part and he was freeing his length from the confines of his wizarding robes. 

I finally reacted. Stupidly. I knew that I had no chance of truly fighting this. I grabbed his shoulders, pushing him backwards and then winced as he truly fell back, hitting his head harshly against the bars. 

Oh shite. 

Lucius lunged for me, pinning me against the stone floor. I twisted in his arms, but his grip was strong and his legs caged me in, preventing me from retaliating. His thrust was sudden and not as painful as I thought it would be. 

Then I remembered that Severus hadn't cleaned me up. So the slick that was leftover from him was lubricating Lucius, giving him an easier time and for me- it was less painful. It hadn't been that long for me being in here anyways. Ten or fifteen minutes. 

"Wait." I gasped out, still trying to fight him. He was moving as though on autopilot, his thrusts even and fast. I hated that I was actually feeling some semblance of pleasure from it. I focused on his face, which was stoic and glazed. 

I grunted, trying to wrench out of his grasp again, and then gasped, a wave of pleasure shooting through my entire body. I clenched my teeth together, back arching. Fuck. 

"LET ME GO!" I shouted, trying to turn now. 

"Stay still." He finally spoke and it sent chills up my spine. His words weren't harsh or spiteful or even gloating. He seemed calm and collected and I was staring to think that something was wrong. 

That was confirmed as he suddenly froze, mid thrust. I panted, staring up at him. My entire body was shaking and breath hitched in my throat. I watched his eyes become more aware. 

And then suddenly, he launched his body away from me, ripping himself out of me which made me whimper in pain, curling up, putting pressure on the sensitive parts. I heard him curse as he smacked his own head against the bars this time. 

"How long was I down here?" He spat at me. There was the tone I was expecting. 

I struggled backwards to sit up, gauging him with my eyes. "W- What?" 

"How long was I down here?" He looked like he was about to panic. His eyes were darting around the entire cell and he looked down at himself. He shoved his length back in his wizarding robes, glancing at me again. His eyes were horrified and suddenly full of self-hatred. 

"You weren't. . . aware?" I asked, trying to figure out what was going on. Imperius Curse? But who here would force him to force himself on me? It didn't make sense. 

I scanned him again, trying to get my brain working again. 

"I'm ill." Lucius whispered. "Fuck." He put his face in his hands, looking like he wanted to die right then and there. 

"Somno Maledictum." I whispered to myself. 

"Smart girl." He muttered, rather bitterly. 

"I don't understand." I whispered again. Somno Maledictum was an illness that had to do with sleep. It was a form of sleep walking, but instead of actually looking like you were asleep and walking, you did everything. But it also depended on what you were thinking about. 

The disease could kick in whenever, with no warning. For example, a housekeeper that had Somno Maledictum, might be thinking about a house she had to clean. She could black out upon entering the house. She might come around a few hours later and find the house completely done. 

It was disorienting and it was a rare disease. Cures weren't even ready made for it because it was so rare and one of the flowers in the ingredients was rare. But for Lucius Malfoy, that shouldn't matter. He had all the money in the world. 

"But you're rich." I protested, trying to wrap my head around it. "You can afford the cure so-" 

"What is wrong with you?" Lucius spat at me. 

I blinked, a little hurt. "I- what?" 

"I just. . . raped you." He struggled with the words and my sympathy increased tenfold. "I just violated you and you're just. . ." 

"Well it wasn't you, was it?" I demanded. "You were blacked out, how were you supposed to stop yourself?" 

"Severus is going to kill me." Lucius muttered, not answering my question. He put his face in his hands again. "If the Dark Lord doesn't kill me first." 

I rolled my eyes. "Pretty sure the Dark Lord is going to congragulate you on raping me." 

Lucius flinched and glared at me, "That wasn't what I was referring to. I'm useless and I'm a liability. I thought. . ." He drifted off and said, "He asked for my wand. I was blacked out then. I came to with his hand in front of me. I made a fool of myself, he thought I was asking for his wand. I thought he was going to kill me then. I keep this up. . ." 

"Why haven't you asked Professor Snape for a cure?" I asked. "He's sure to make you one and I know he would keep it a secret for you." 

"Oh yeah." Lucius responded bitterly. "I just raped his wife, really don't think he's going to feel like helping me." 

My heart started to pound in my chest. I tried to laugh. "Professor Snape isn't married." 

Lucius sighed. "He's my best friend, Miss Kane. No one else can pick up on it. It's. . . the Dark Lord did allude that you could be used in such a manor. But I wasn't going to touch you because Severus is my best friend. . . if I can use such a childish term. He's really more like a brother. But now. . ." 

I found myself getting to my feet. I forgot I was naked and knelt back down in front of Lucius. My hand cupped his cheek and he flinched, staring at me with such confusion. "What- why-" I ran a finger down his neck and he shuddered, falling silent. 

"Mr. Malfoy. . . Lucius. . ." I whispered, horror coming over me. I looked straight into his eyes. "You have. . . months-" 

"I know." Lucius whispered, putting his head down, falling away from my hand. "I know. Look, I'm not-" 

"Lucius." A new voice joined us and we both froze for a second before we saw that it was just Severus, standing in the doorway of the cell. I was relieved that he didn't look angry, just a little sad. But Lucius wouldn't meet his eyes. 

Severus handed me my dress which I took, but didn't put on. Somehow, it was easier to just hold it to my body than try to dress right now. Severus paid attention to Lucius now. 

"Why wouldn't you tell me?" Severus asked, taking his face into his hands, gauging how sick Lucius was. 

"What does it matter? He's going to win. I'll wish to be dead anyways." Lucius muttered. "And I wanted to protect you." 

"Yes, you're always doing that. You should cut it out." Severus replied, the smallest of smiles coming over his face. 

"Severus, he's. . ." I didn't say anything else. We could all hear footsteps coming down the hall. They weren't hurried or anything. More like prowling. 

Lucius groaned. "This is my fault. They're going to form a line." 

Severus jerked Lucius to his feet and hissed under his breath, "Act Luc. You're victorious." 

I wasn't sure if Lucius was going to manage it, but I let myself sprawl back on the ground. It was easier to simply curl up on my side and close my eyes to pretend while Severus and Lucius left. I heard the door sliding shut, but they didn't move from the cell. 

"Go a second round Snape?" I shivered, recognizing Greybacks' voice. I think I would've rather of taken anyone else over him. Even multiple others over him. Even the Dark Lord himself. Anyone but Greyback. 

"Nonsense. She's to weak for another round." Severus said in a scathing voice. "I was looking for Lucius. He seems to have worked her out quite well." 

"I think she's got some more in her." Greyback said. I tried playing dead at this point. Did werewolves like dead meat? 

"I'm warning you-" Severus started and I winced. Severus showing any sort of sympathy was dangerous. 

"Protective?" Greyback sneered. 

"Of my own neck." Severus retorted with his own sneer. "It's your head if something happens to her before the Dark Lord gets to her. And you're not exactly known for keeping your victims alive, Greyback."

"She'll live." Greyback said and I resigned myself to my fate, hearing the cell door slam open. 

I needed to get used to this. It was going to be my life now. And trying to be a girl in a book and think she could fight her way out of it wasn't going to do me any good. 

I whimpered, letting out a cry of real pain, feeling Greybacks' nails, which dug into my skin as he grabbed my arms. 

Severus was still standing there, frozen. His black eyes bore into the back of Greybacks' head and his hand twitched towards his wand. 

I knew he had to leave, even as Greyback was ripping the dress away and I was grateful that I hadn't put it back on. At least it'd still be in one piece later when I had to face Voldemort. 

"What are you two still doing here?" I snapped, lacing anger and also embarrassment into the words. "Want a fucking show?" 

Severus met my eyes and straightened his shoulders. He was still to tense in my opinion. Lucius fared better, sneering, "Like any show would be passable by you." 

I cried out again as Greyback bit into my neck. Not the way that Severus did, when he wanted to be possessive. Greyback was doing it to taste me. To hurt me. 

Lucius grabbed Severus arm, dragging him down the hallway, quickly. I could hear the sounds of their shoes pounding against the stones. Severus was furious. 

Greyback's nails were sharper than any others. Everywhere they touched, even with him trying to be gentle (ish), they were still leaving scratches, most of them cutting open enough for little droplets of blood to pool on my skin. 

I waited for him to thrust himself into me. But he never did. 

I felt water on my face, tears. Greyback cupped my face, making me wince. He sneered and then flipped my body over so that I was on my stomach. I cried out as he pulled my hips back. 

I had a singular, incoherent thought before I felt some of the worst pain in my life: He's a dog and he likes doggy style. Go figure. 

Severus and I had never done anal and quite frankly, even if we had, I was sure it would not have stopped the immense pain that I felt radiate through me as he forced himself into me. 

The scream that came from me sounded inhuman. I didn't even have the strength to hold it back. I desperately hoped that Severus could not hear me. 

The pain was great and black spots danced in front of my eyes, which I squeezed shut. There was an aching pain in my lower back as well. 

It felt like hours, but couldn't have been more than ten minutes. By the time he was done, I was weak and half unconscious. I could smell sweat and blood, which was probably a bad thing. I let out a final whimper as he pulled out of me. 

"What a sweet little thing." Greyback purred. His breath was terrible and his teeth so close to me made my neck throb in remembrance. "I can't wait until the Dark Lord lets you be mine." 

I shuddered, but said nothing and moved not an inch as he exited the door. The cell door closed with a clang. 

I laid there on the stones, feeling the coolness of them under my body. The pain had faded now. Mostly. 

Now that I had gone through it, I wasn't actually all to sure I could get used to this. And what if Greyback was right? What if the Dark Lord handed me over to him? 

I had to get out of here. I just had to figure out how. 

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Whumptober Day 16 - Looked Around (In A Blood-Soaked Gown)

'No, I can't feel anything'

Summary: Bellatrix Black has been betrothed to Rodolphus Lestrange since before she could talk, her whole life has led up to this moment and there is no way out. Her sisters beg to differ, but her sisters don't understand the world the way Bella does.

Also posted to AO3

Everything is as it should be. Bellatrix Black has been handed off to her new husband and from the ashes of a girl bound by her father has risen a woman who will not be ruled by her husband. Rodolphus Lestrange sits next to her now, talking loudly to someone a few seats away from them as he digs into his food piggishly. If Bellatrix had ever been caught with so little regard for her manners, she’d have been skinned by her mother.

Nobody reprimands her husband.

Everybody is here now, every member of the Black family has congregated to witness the first marriage of this new generation. Bellatrix Lestrange, eldest daughter of Cygnus Black, promised to Rodolphus Lestrange before she could even speak.

Bella’s mother insisted that her wedding dress have long sleeves, something to cover the mark on her arm so nobody will know. Rodolphus has already had a little too much wine and his dinner jacket is strewn across the back of his chair, his sleeves rolled up. Everybody can see his Mark. Nobody finds it as offensive as Druella had insisted it would be on her. Perhaps that’s the difference.

Her parents sit at the opposite end of the room, as is proper once their daughter has been married off. They raise their glasses to her, smiling with pride in their eyes, a look that Bella has been yearning for for years and all she had to do was say two simple words. I do.

I do not want to do this. I do want to go home. I do wish somebody would wake me from this awful nightmare.

Nobody wakes Bellatrix up and she can do nothing more than sit in her regret, wishing that she’d grown the backbone her younger sister seems to have.

Andromeda had come to her room last night, wrapped up in her nightgown, hair pulled up tightly in curlers and wrapped in a cap. She hadn’t bothered to knock, simply barging in and marching over to Bella’s bed, sitting down next to the girl.

‘You don’t have to do this, you know,’ Andy had said, looking across at her sister imploringly. ‘We could leave tonight and never look back, they’ll never find us. We’ll be safe,’

‘It’s too late, Andy,’ Bellatrix whispered back, circling her arms around her knees and staring at her forearm. There’s a black mark there, a snake in a skull that drifts lazily back and forth. Red, swollen marks litter it all over, deep cuts from her fingernails, trying to undo her mistakes. Nothing will change this back, though. The choice has been made and there’s nowhere to look but ahead.

‘It’s never too late—’

‘Sometimes it is,’ Bella snapped, looking up at her sister through the untamable curls that hung from the top of her head. ‘It’ll all be over tomorrow,’

Andy huffed at her words. ‘Or perhaps it’s only just beginning. Come away with me, please,’

‘I said I won’t, Andromeda. Now go away,’ Bellatrix hissed. She felt it in her chest before she saw it with her eyes. A rush of rage and then Andy was flying backwards through the room, soaring right into the wall where she crashed with a loud cry of pain.

For a moment, the girl laid there, stunned, and Bellatrix merely stared at her. There was a little red spot of blood on her wall now, Bella would have to call one of the house-elves to clean it off. Andy took a moment to collect herself and then slowly rose to her feet, looking over at her sister only briefly before shaking her head and sweeping from the room. Bellatrix watched, and didn’t feel a thing.

Narcissa is sitting next to her now, her Maid of Honour, she didn’t need any of her friends seeing her like this. Facing them next year at school will be difficult enough. How will she explain to them that being married off before the last year of school was a Black family tradition? When she brought it up to Marcel, she had laughed, presuming it to be some kind of joke, and promised that neither of them would marry until they were thirty.

‘We can still leave, Bella,’ Narcissa says quietly, looking down at her food. ‘I’ll find a way, we can talk to Professor McGonagall! She’ll do something,’

She’s only thirteen, just about to enter her third year of Hogwarts. Narcissa knows nothing of the world, confined only to the walls of their house and the bounds of Hogwarts. Bellatrix knows now how the world works and where her place shall be. On the arm of her husband and at the feet of the Dark Lord.

‘There is nothing to be done, Cissy, leave it alone. Soon enough it will be your turn,’ Bellatrix points out, carving off a polite piece of her turkey and bringing it to her mouth.

‘They’re already talking about speaking to the Malfoys about having me engaged to Lucius. I can’t stand that boy, he’s foul,’ Narcisa frowns and Bellatrix wishes she could find some sympathy for her sister, but sympathy has use for either of them.

‘They all are, Cissy. You must learn to ignore it,’ Bellatrix responds coolly. ‘Now drop it, there is nothing to be done,’

‘But—’

‘I won’t hear it. I am married now, I have more important things to think about,’ Bella tells her in a clipped tone. She barely contains a wince at her own words.

‘More important than me?’ Narcissa asks, a hint of what little childish innocence they might all hang onto seeping into her voice.

‘Yes,’

Narcissa bristles as if she wants to find a response, but before any words might be found, Rodolphus ceases his boisterous laughter, and turns to Bellatrix, grinning widely.

‘I believe, wife, that this dinner party is drawing to a close,’ he smiles at her, holding out a hand. Bellatrix knows her place, so she slides her hand on top of his and stands with him, smiling out at the crowd of people in front of them.

He begins giving a speech, something about the prosperity and union of their houses, but Bella doesn’t pay much attention. Little Sirius and Regulus are sitting at the children’s table, dressed in tightly fitting dinner outfits. Bella doesn’t remember being their age, holding the innocence they do, although she’s noticed a look in Sirius’ eye lately that she’s only ever seen in the mirror.

She brought him out onto the dance floor earlier tonight and when he lifted his hands up for her to take, she could see the bruises around his wrist, five fingerprints digging into his flesh. Bella didn’t say a word, didn’t feel a thing. Pity won’t help the boy.

Sirius looks over at her now, grinning from ear to ear and she smiles back at him. He’ll be off to Hogwarts in a few years, Narcissa will no doubt be told to keep an eye on him. Bella hopes he finds his place at school the way she did, hopes that whatever rebellion he is clearly trying to strike up will wither and die. Rebellion has no place in this world, obedience and intelligence are all that will get you through life.

‘—and now, ladies and gentlemen, might I invite you all to join us for the bedding ceremony!’ Rodolphus calls across the room. Bellatrix looks away from Sirius as the boy frowns in confusion. The Blacks never really upheld this tradition, but the Lestranges still view it as a necessity.

People jeer and guffaw around the room, some of those with less decorum bang their cups against the tables, chanting for the ceremony. Rodolphus joins in, cheering loudly and guiding Bellatrix away from their table and out of the grand hall. Narcissa’s eyes follow her sister, but Bellatrix keeps staring straight ahead.

Sirius runs up to Bella as Rodolphus is leading her away, her husband scowls down at the boy, holding tighter to Bellatrix’s hand.

‘Where are you going, Bella? Can I come?’ he asks innocently. Bellatrix looks down at her cousin, ignoring the tight grip around her fingers.

‘No, Sirius. Stay with your brother and mother,’ she tells him firmly. Hurt flashes across his face, normally Bella would have felt bad and tried to fix it. She doesn’t feel a thing for the little boy in front of her.

‘I want to come with you!’ Sirius insists.

‘But you can’t. Now run along,’ Bellatrix says calmly and allows herself to be led from the room by her husband, leaving behind her young cousin to stare after her with that awful look in his eye. One day, he’ll understand. One day, he’ll know why she must do this.

There’s a room on the second floor specifically for this ritual, it’s a plain room with nothing but a bed and a low wall around it to keep everybody else away. Andromeda is by Bellatrix’s side as she is led towards the bed, it should really be Narcissa but Cygnus has said that she is too young to witness this. Bella agrees wholeheartedly.

Andromeda helps her unlace her dress. It’s a white dress, white as the snow that they used to make angels in and as it falls to the floor, Bella wonders if anybody else can see the blood on it. The blood of her sisters, sliced through the throat as she pushes them out of this new life. The blood of her little cousin with his big innocent eyes and childish thoughts. The blood of a girl she used to be, shed away to make way for the woman she must now become.

Andy takes the dress away, setting it on the chair that sits in the corner, leaving Bellatrix in just her silk chemise. It’s an awfully exposing position to be in and she can’t bear to turn around and meet the eyes of all the people watching. Druella said that she should imagine herself somewhere else, alone on a cliffside perhaps or hidden away behind a hundred locked doors. She also said that it would hurt, but to pay it no mind, it doesn’t last forever.

Rodolphus has removed all of his clothing and is standing on the opposite side of the bed, grinning at her in that awful way all men seem to have mastered. Bellatrix stares at his hair, perfectly straight and styled on top of his head and finds herself wondering if their child will inherit her unruly curls or his perfect locks.

‘Aren’t you going to look at me?’ Rodolphus jeers, stepping forward to kneel on the bed. ‘Go on, have a look. You know you want to,’

An unwelcome burning sensation pricks at Bella’s eyes and she blinks furiously to keep it at bay. She will not cry in front of all these people. Rodolphus is a man who gets what he wants, though, and another piece of advice that had come from her mother was to always obey your husband’s command.

So she lowers her eyes, down to his shoulders and his chest, his stomach and then even lower. Bella wants to throw up, though she’s fairly certain that won’t go over too well. Rodolphus moves closer, walking on his knees until he reaches her side of the bed and then reaches forward, grabbing her by the straps of her chemise and yanking her forward.

Without protest, Bellatrix allows herself to be pulled onto the bed, allows his lips to attach to her skin wherever he pleases and lies on her back as his hands run all over her body. The canopy of the bed is covered with a tapestry, a scene depicting a man and a woman. She sits on a swing, smiling over her shoulder as the man’s hands rest on the rope, holding her in place. They look like they’re in love, like in those books Marcel always tells Bella about.

Bellatrix stares up at the tapestry and imagines herself, for the first time, as the woman on the swing. A woman who is loved, a woman who is looked upon by a man and seen as a person, not a thing. Not a trophy or a trading card to better a man’s place in society.

Above her, Rodolphus is moving back and forth, his hands on her hips, pushing her down and Bellatrix is sure she remembers her mother warning her of the pain, and yet nothing hurts. Bellatrix cannot feel a thing anymore.

[schmem14]

Petting Zoo

@sapphicmicrofics​​​​​​

Pairing: Bellatrix Black Lestrange/Hermione Granger Rating: M CW: Master/slave, pet play, implied rape/non-con WC: 50

*****

Pretty little animal, crawling on all fours.  She’s often defiant and needs to learn her place. “I think I’ll start my own petting zoo. You’ll be the prime attraction. How would you like being pleasured and punished by everyone, Mudblood?” The horror in those large brown eyes is fucking delicious. 

[annabtg]

For the unusual fic ask (I hope that’s the name, I always forget the moment I go to the ask)

For Want of a Nail: Send me a minor detail to be changed (i.e., Character A chooses blue instead of red, Characters B and C swap places in one scene) and I’ll tell you how [that fic] would be different

Insolence— the ending “Once Master is done with them, she is going to spill that muddy blood slowly, one drop at a time.”

When I tell you I had chills all throughout this micro, I’m not lying. I’m glad you pushed yourself to write something different, even if my heart was racing very fast

Unusual fic-specific asks here!

So, an alternative ending to Insolence, then? But it has to be one line, again, obviously, and I'd like to go with the exact number of words to keep it at 500.

I'm going to do something I didn't originally dare do and lean more heavily on the Bellatrix/Lily non-con. Cut for those who don't want to see that:

Let it parch, then; the next drink it's getting will be straight out of Bellatrix's cunt, hot on the tongue.

[ninfamusa]

Helena Bonham Carter es conocida por su habilidad para encarnar una amplia gama de personajes en la gran pantalla, desde la icónica Bellatrix Lestrange en la saga de Harry Potter hasta su conmovedora interpretación de la Reina Madre en "El discurso del rey." Su presencia en pantalla es magnética, y su capacidad para profundizar en la psicología de sus personajes la ha convertido en una de las actrices más respetadas de la industria.

Pero lo que quizás no sepas es que Helena Bonham Carter es también una ávida lectora de poesía. Su amor por la literatura se ha fusionado con su pasión por la actuación, y una de las lecturas más memorables que ha compartido con el mundo es el poema "Warning" de Jenny Joseph. En este poema, Joseph celebra la libertad de envejecer con gracia y alegría, desafiando las convenciones sociales. La interpretación de Bonham Carter de este poema es una muestra de su profundo respeto por las palabras y su habilidad para transmitir emociones.

[admiralsweko]

Sanzo, you really outdid yourself with this one! This is absolutely stunning!

The faint little lipstick stains all over Rhys, the coffee mug, their expressions! God, there is so much to look at and adore about this piece! You did an excellent job! I love it so much!

Happy birthday to @rin-bellatrix , my beloved bestie, mootie, my muse, the other half of my Ditto Duo! You're the coolest and I can't imagine life without you! ❤️❤️❤️

Happy Birthday @rin-bellatrix

@admiralsweko asked me to sketch this for ya!

SURPRISE!!!!

I was told theres a story in there too? *takes out the binocular*

[keepmycandleburning]

My favorite HP fanfics of all time:

#1: Beautiful Sleepyhead by Phantomato. Thoros Nott/Voldemort, 24k words, E. I also highly recommend reading Interlude in First and Oily Water from this series. This is the only fic I couldn't even guess how many times I've read it. It's so unspeakably beautiful, beyond words to me, the relationship these two characters have, the characterization of Voldemort and his professional and domestic lives, the strikingly beautifully written and raw erotica, the intense humanity of all of it. I recommend reading everything with Thoros/Voldemort. I'll read them anywhere and doing anything. In general I consider Phantomato the best writer I've ever read in my entire life, in any context and in any genre. The way they use words is not the way other people use words. Reading their writing changes the way I think. You make me need to write @phantomato I LOVE YOU

#2: Immortal Misconceptions by PinsandKneazles. Bellatrix/Voldemort, 3.4k, M. Bellatrix and Voldemort try to conceive Delphini. This is so so so so fucking funny. Genuinely one of the funniest things I've ever seen. I can't even look at this right now without scream laughing. Every line of this is laugh out loud worthy and it doesn't ever get any less funny even if you read it 20 times.

#3: The Warrior and the Snake by Lady_Escapist. Bellatrix/Voldemort, 150k, M. My favorite Bellamort fic (ignore the above...), and goes through the whole story of both wars which I adore. Lady_Escapist writes the best characterized Voldemort I've ever read, who speaks and acts and thinks like he does in canon, and he has an intensely complex relationship with Bellatrix that feels so incredibly believable, and so compelling. The chemistry between them is palpable. The type of story that impacts your view of the series when you read it.

#4: Dissonance by Metalomagnetic. Abraxas Malfoy/Tom Riddle, 17k, E, underage warning. Beautiful use of words, such evocative language, really feels like it's written in the real HP universe, and some of the most well-written sex I've ever read. It's really impressive to me how complex and individual and human these characters are in so few words. Metalomagnetic is another person who knows how to use words in a way most writers can't do. @metalomagnetic I LOVE YOU

#5: Scylla and Charybdis by Asenora. Snape/Voldemort, 44k, E. Transcendent experience of Snape and his relationship with Voldemort, woven together like a web interconnected through time. Delicious little Bellamort bits. Another brilliant writer who has a way with words I can barely fathom. Have never forgotten the description of Rodolphus's face as aquiline. @saintsenara I LOVE YOU

#6: Self-Worship by Phantomato. Diary Tom Riddle/real Tom Riddle, 21k, E. The diary horcrux gets a body, and there's only one bed... As brilliantly written as anything of theirs. So real, so visceral.

and:

Stop all the clocks by Metalomagnetic. Rodolphus/Voldemort, 9k, M. Rodolphus's POV of his intense adoration and devotion to Voldemort. Amazing writing of a Death Eater's love for the Dark Lord.

Penitence. Lucius/Voldemort, 810 words, E, non-con warning. Lucius has to suck Voldemort's dick in front of a ton of Death Eaters. So good.

Holiday by Phantomato. Thoros Nott/Voldemort, 23k, E. Fake engagement, you know what happens.

Other Women and of Purer Blood by Asenora. Narcissa/Snape, 7.7k, E. Super well-written, beautiful descriptions and narrative, so many compelling ideas, and an insane sex scene.

The Black Family Shield in Malfoy Manor by FelixPhial. Draco/Narcissa, 8.2k, E, non-con warning and maybe underage. Draco and Narcissa have to have passionate sex in front of all the Death Eaters and Voldemort.

Child, Witch, and Lord by missmarianne. Bellatrix/Voldemort, 7.6k, teen & up. Delphini's intentional conception process and Voldemort's thoughts on it. The best recreation of Voldemort internal monologue I've ever read.

Lord of the Manor by jadiss. Lucius/Snape, 3.2k, E. Little snippets on their relationship, from Hogwarts to death.

The Chronicles by yletylyf. 11k, M. Snape's experience as a double agent. Valuable ideas on canon plot and Snape's relationship with Voldemort. And a delicious little Bellamort moment. @yletylyf

A phantom pain by RiddleRedCoats. Bellatrix/Voldemort, 4.2k, general. Voldemort returns, finds out Bellatrix died in Azkaban, looks for her everywhere.

Real by deslea. Bellatrix & Rodolphus, 2.6k, M. The last scene of this has stuck with me among the most of any scene from any fic I've read.

Innocence by hervissa. 717 words, teen & up. Lucius finds out about Bellatrix & Voldemort. Really well-written and so funny, will never forget Lucius's reaction to the aftershave line.

a learning experience by Laeveteinn. Tom Riddle/Hepzibah Smith, 9k, teen & up. 'Hepzibah Smith is an acquired taste. Slowly but surely, Tom finds himself acquiring it.'

Adtitulo by jazminesays. Draco/Voldemort, Abraxas Malfoy/Voldemort, 144k, E, underage warning and probably non-con warning. Voldemort had a love affair with Abraxas in his youth and has Draco pretend to be Abraxas. I've read only the first half of this, not the Drarry. I love the relationships between the Slytherins, particularly Draco and Pansy, and their little traditions and human qualities and calling the alcove Candyland.

surrogate by 8623S44. Bellatrix/Voldemort, 179k, E. I need to reread this. One of the first fics I saved on AO3 and one I've always thought of as one of my favorites. What I remember most is the Voldemort POV rewrites of the scenes from Deathly Hallows. Full story of the first and second wars I think, but non-chronological.

Beauty and the Beast by Metalomagnetic. Bellatrix/Voldemort, 21k, M. One of the first fics I saved, and I have this labeled as a favorite, need to reread.

[hotpinkboots]

~~~~~

~"S𝖑𝖊𝖊k 𝕯𝖆𝖌𝖌𝖊𝖗𝖘"~

(Bellatrix Lestrange x Fem!Reader)

Summary: Bellatrix has you tied up and at her mercy. She grows delighted when she discovers something new about you.

Note(s): Bellatrix & Reader have an established relationship, Bellatrix uses the knife ONLY for your pleasure (no "punishment"), Bellatrix is soft near the end bc she loves her girlfriend

Warning(s): Sexual tension, knife play, BDSM, Bella accidentally cuts the reader, dom!Bella

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You were sitting stiffly on a plush chair, with your wrists buckled tightly to the armrests, ankles bound to the legs of the chair. It was uncomfortable, to say the least.

A thick black ribbon was tied around your head to blind you. Your heart was beating hard against your chest, fingers nervously tracing the carefully carved silver designs of the armrests.

You did not know where she was, but you knew she was in the room with you. Stalking you with that devious grin on her face, being quiet as a mouse, denying you of all touch and sound. You felt as though you were in a lonely black void.

You flinched out of your thoughts when you suddenly felt long jagged nails dragging lightly down the back of your tender neck. Her breath stirred your hair. Bellatrix stood behind you with her stomach pressed against the chair and her arms reached around to grab greedy handfuls of your body, squeezing the flesh of your breasts and sides like you were her own personal stress ball.

A shaky exhale escaped your lips quietly. It felt more like a massage than being handled roughly. She was trying to be intimidating, but you could feel the love in her touch. Bellatrix lowered her head to drag her parted lips up your shoulder and neck. Her hair tickled the side of your face, and when you tried to turn your head away from it, she planted her lips firmly against your jawline, just below your ear.

Bellatrix had a tendency to get out of control, no matter what situation was around her. That included intimate situations.

You soon found yourself squirming blindly, Bellatrix sitting on her knees between your legs. Her arms wrapped firmly around your waist, and her face buried in your stomach. Bellatrix kissed up your body until she reached your lips, forcefully licking her way into your mouth. You felt her lips form into a smug and knowing grin.

That's when you felt the cold sharp blade of her infamous dagger. It grazed the hollow of your throat. Your heart jumped. You began to say her name in a quivering voice, until she cut your words off swiftly.

"Hush now, love, I'm only playing," She reassured you. Bellatrix tugged the black ribbon away from your eyes, as she had quickly grown tired of being unable to see your pretty face. She took notice of your expression as soon as she had removed it.

Your face was flushed a light pink. You were breathing heavily, and your lips were parted by half an inch. You stared at her pleadingly. Being the target of such a weapon in the hands of your dangerous lover was making your stomach feel hot and tight, and the action of the blade being dragged slowly over your skin was enough to make you shiver in anticipation.

Bellatrix caught on automatically. Her smile faded into a mildly surprised expression, then into a delighted dreamy grin. She gasped.

"You liked it." She breathed, her left hand reaching to firmly grip the underside of your jaw. The witch let go of your face, and dragged her nails down your chest. Bellatrix held the dagger delicately between her fingers, tracing the tip of the cold blade down your cheek bone, as though she was carefully adding the finishing touches to a painting.

Your lover slowly lowered her head until her chin was resting on your thigh. Her chocolate brown eyes focused on you, eating up your expression, and occasionally flicking to the sleek dagger to be sure she wouldn't guide it in a direction that would cause you any pain. She kissed your leg and let her lips linger for a moment.

Bellatrix stood up while maintaining eye contact with you. She had a sly half smile, and was so very pleased with herself for finding out something new about you. You shuddered as she pressed the knife into your shoulder carefully. In a fluid motion, Bellatrix made a slicing motion near your ear to shock you, and she brushed the weapon across your trembling lips.

"My pet doesn't know what to do with herself, does she?" Bellatrix pouted playfully, "Are you afraid?- Oh, of course not. You must be quivering in pleasure, not fear." She grinned, and leaned in so her cheek was pressed against your temple. "Isn't that right, darli-"

She broke off with a small gasp. In just the few seconds she hadn't been paying attention to what she was doing with the dagger, she had accidentally given a slice to your shoulder. It wasn't deep, but it burned. Clumsy Bellatrix. You winced.

"Oh, sweetheart." Bellatrix immediately dropped the knife, sending it clattering to the floor next to her boot. She got in front of you, fumbling to undo your restrains as though she had fatally injured you. Once you were free, she cupped your cheeks and kissed your forehead. "I'm sorry, lovie," Bellatrix apologized in a soft voice that was reserved only for you.

Your lover bowed her head to press a gentle kiss to the thin cut, her eyes fluttering shut as she did so.

Of course, this didn't last long. As soon as she knew you were alright, she continued her play, by choosing to believe that the cut was a reminder that you were her lover.

"Do you think they'll all know that I gave you that cut?~" Her lips pulled back into a wide smirk as she rested her cheek on your temple once more. Her eyes slowly drifted down to stare at the dagger that had dropped to the floor.

~~~~~

~Love, PinkBoots

[bat-b0y-barty]

what’s good, baddies?

My name is Barty Crouch jr, aka, the better Crouch

my pronouns are he/they and I am one of them gays

I’m a Ravenclaw, I’m sixteen, I’m Italian, I’m a hottie, I’m just a girl, and I’m also deaf, so if I catch one of you making fun of me for it, I will kill you with no hesitation 🎀

Likes: skateboarding, spray painting, reading (don’t tell no one though), cooking and baking, girls day with my main baddies, drinking the blood of a virgin /j (or am I not joking), and throwing amazing parties

Dislikes: annoying ass people, the man who impregnated my mother, homophobes, transphobes, racists, ableists, and basically anyone who’s an asshole

People I know:

@evans-roses - my boyfriend, Evan

@im-not-drowning-you-are - my bestie boo, Regulus

@sirius-ly-awesome - Sirius, Reggie‘s older brother

@prongs-plural - James. I’d let his dad hit if he asked

@everyhouseishaunted - Remus, aka, the hottest Gryffindor I’ve ever seen

@the-hb-prince - Lily’s friend, Severus

@go-lonedove-xo - fellow Ravenclaw, Xenophilius

@dumb-german-boy - a very funny Gryffindor, Peter

@frank-n-bottom - Frank. He has the best last name I’ve ever heard

@beetlethebards-second-coming - a very nosy reporter, Rita In realtà ucciditi, per favore

@bella-tricks-skeeter - Reggie‘s cousin, Bellatrix Vaffanculo. Vaffanculo. Vaffanculo

@euphemia-effie-potter - Potter’s mother (her + her husband = my dream threesome)

@cygnus-druella-black - Reggie‘s auntie and uncle Voglio strappare la loro pelle dai loro corpi e fare una carta da parati con essa

ooc below the cut

Hey everyone, I just wanna say that I do NOT support jkr at all. This is indeed a roleplay blog and if you don’t like it, then dni

my main is @aidens-ocean-galaxy

[inlumenhq]

Alecto Macnair, 27, Slytherin alum, Florence Pugh fc, TAKEN.

Birthday: June 3 Gender & Pronouns: Cis-female, she/her Occupation: Owner of Banshee’s Breath Pub in knockturn alley Sided with: the DE’s, marked

personality

Positive Traits: Adventurous, energetic, loyal, observant, colorful Negative Traits: Boisterous, erratic, fiery, impulsive, pugnacious

past

Alecto wasn’t a planned or wanted child. They were a surprise addition to the heir that the Carrow’s needed. This would have frustrated Alecto more if Amycus hadn’t technically been the older child, and would have always been the heir. In actual fact, the whole situation enabled Alecto to live a rather chaotic, and enjoyable life. Of course, Alecto’s mother tried to tame them, seeing Alecto as a way of marrying into a respectable family and knowing the qualities that would prove successful. But Alecto was untamable. Their mother had practically given up by the time the twins got to Hogwarts. They had quite an unruly and chaotic reputation, and that was not going to change. 

Alecto didn’t immediately look for a job after graduating, managing to manipulate their father into buying an empty storefront in Kncokturn Alley. Alecto may not have been great with magic but they were able to manipulate people into dedicating their time to them. The storefront has been paid off, just waiting for Alecto to decide what to do with it.

present

The last thing on Alecto’s mind had been finding a spouse. But Walden Macnair was someone that they had just clicked with. As a pair, they have made a lethal combination within the Dark Lord’s' forces. Whilst Alecto had initially taken the mark just for the chaos it would enable them to have, they quickly found themselves falling in place alongside Walden and Bellatrix in pairings to do the Dark Lord biddings. For a person that had been born unwanted, it feels good to be up there on the top.

connections

Walden Macnair - The marriage was a setup that no one in the pureblood community would have expected to balance out. Walden has proven to be a doting spouse and hides an intensity that can match Alecto’s. They make a great pair and have proven to be one of the stronger forces in the Dark Lord’s cause.

Bellatrix Lestrange - Bellatrix has taken Alecto under their wing, determined to mold the younger death eater into their prodigy. The pair is pretty lethal, balancing out each other’s strengths and weaknesses.

Artemisia Selwyn - Despite not being in the same year or house at Hogwarts, Alecto and Artemisia have been best friends since they were little. They were as inseparable as the Carrow twins were. Of course, that has all changed now. Alecto has pulled away a little, not because they truly want to but because it’s expected that they will. The Dark Lord used Artemisia as a warning and Alecto cannot pity them for that reason.

Bios and posts that reference Alecto Macnair can be found by clicking this sentence.

suggested fc’s

Anya Taylor Joy, Eleanor Tomlinson, Florence Pugh

[dramioneasks]

Bloodline Curse - swimney - E, WIP - Hermione Granger was cursed with an extremely rare bloodline trait. Only surfacing during 6th year, she desperately wanted to find a cure. And Draco Malfoy was the worst kind of medicine.

[braveclementine]

Chapter 6

Warnings: 18+ readers only, non-con, rape

Copyright: I do not own any Wizarding World characters that J.K. Rowling wrote. I do however own Elizabeth Kane (main character) and Trang Nyguen (best friend). There should be no use of these two names without my permission. I also do not condone any copying of this.

I took me a day to figure it out. Nott had come down after Greyback and I was certain that I had passed out afterwards. 

Lucius was the one who came down with a tray of food for me later. He was rather kind about it, even going as far as to spoon feed me. He also did a few charms that helped lessen the pain. 

He still tried apologizing, which I pushed away. It wasn't his fault after all. It was the sort of equivalent to someone doing something terrible under the Imperius Curse. It wasn't something they could control. And I didn't blame him for it. 

"I can try getting you new clothes." He murmured, putting the dishes on the tray. A house elf appeared immediately, took the tray, and disappeared. 

That was when the idea flashed into my head. I pushed the idea to the side though, focusing on Lucius. 

"No. Don't bother. I don't want them thinking you've got a soft spot for me." 

"Don't try and protect me." He snapped. He hated this idea of me protecting him, especially when he also had his head wrapped around the idea that he didn't deserve an inch of kindness from me. I swear he was worse than Severus. 

"You have a family to protect through yourself, Luc." I had picked up Severus' nickname for him much easier than either of us had expected. 

He softened a little, letting out a sigh. "Fine." He paused and then looked at me, "I'm not going to touch you again. But, do me a favor. Tell everyone I raped you." 

"Excuse me?" I asked, giving him a look. 

Lucius shrugged, but didn't look at me, "You want me to take care of my family? You want my family safe? Than everyone gets to know what I did." 

"I refuse." I said, crossing my arms over my chest. "I will not-" 

Lucius shoved me against the wall, hissing under his breath. "Do this one thing for me Kane. Please." 

He looked so sincere and I huffed, "Fine." 

He let go of me, going and leaving the door. He didn't turn around as he said, "I'll make sure Severus is accounted for when you escape." And then he left completely. 

That left me a little uncomfortable. How did he know that I planned to escape? And how was he so sure that I could escape? 

No. Lucius was a smart man. He had let the house elf come down, reminding me that I had a house elf that could come and get me. 

Kreacher was not the best, but he was under my orders. And as long as he was under my orders, I could get him to do whatever I needed. And in this case, it would be getting me out of here. 

I saw that the same thing would happen to Harry and the others. Eventually ending up in the same place I was now. But using Dobby instead. . . and Dobby would die. 

I flinched, sliding down to the floor, wrapping my arms around my body. Dobby was going to be the one death that I couldn't do anything to prevent. Not really. I supposed I could  make some sort of body armor for him, give it to him ahead of time. But then I didn't know if he would show up to save them or not, if he knew he would die. 

I thought he might anyways. His devotion to Harry was something I thought he might die for. But I was to afraid to screw up that future. They had to get out of the Malfoy Manor. It was a necessity. 

But could I really sacrifice Dobby for that? I was going to try my hardest for Dad and Tonks and Severus. Dobby deserved that too. I was going to need another plan. 

I focused on now. I could call Kreacher, that part would be easy. It was a direct order, there was no way for him to refuse it. 

The problem was doing it now. I needed it to be staged so that there was uncertainties to how I would escape. 

And what I needed to accomplish that. . . was a Death Eater

🖤🖤🖤🖤🖤🖤🖤

It didn't take long for one to come down. It was Nott again. I guess I shouldn't have been surprised. 

I didn't look up as he entered, staying in my fetal position of protection. Nott squatted down, throwing his robes off immediately. I heard the sound of wood hit the stone. Good, he had brought his wand. 

He was completely naked underneath, which was going to make things more interesting. I was going to have fun with this. 

"Malfoy did a number on you." Nott smirked, cupping my face so that I was forced to look at him. I whimpered. 

"Beautiful little thing." Nott chuckled, running a finger down my cheek. 

He straddled my chest and I felt along his clothes with my toes while I whimpered and groaned from his ministrations. I tried to stay focused on both tasks, as I felt the wood of his wand with my feet. 

I had to be careful now. I couldn't afford for him to know what I was doing. 

He leaned forward, the pressure released from my legs. I didn't waste time, getting his wand between my big toe and the little toe next to it. This felt stupid, but I was sure that it was going to work. 

I let out a scream of real pain as he bit into my breast. What was it with these men and biting? 

Nott chuckled. 

Never mind. I knew what it was- the sounds of my pain. 

I changed my plan. 

"Crucio!" 

Suddenly, Nott was off of me, his body twitching on the floor. I could feel my anger seeping into the spell and he screamed this time. 

I let the spell go, snatching the wand up with my hand, "Stupefy!" 

"Kreacher!" I demanded as I did a silent diffindo spell. I turned away, wondering if I would feel guilty for actually cutting his dick off later or not. 

There was a crack of apparating. I waved the wand, letting cell doors fly open and I removed the bars at the side of the window. I technically couldn't fit through them, but they would assume that I did some sort of spell. I threw Nott's wand out the window. They could find it there later. 

Kreacher was there, waiting. His eyes were narrowed in distrust, looking around. I yanked up the dress, hearing the door at the end of the hallway open. I didn't even bother zipping the dress up, kneeling. 

"Andromeda and Ted Tonks house, now Kreacher." I ordered. 

Kreacher grabbed me and disapparated. I was caught up in a wave of sickness, feeling like I was going to be squeezed to death. 

I landed in the grass and Kreacher waited my next order. "You're dismissed to whatever you were doing before this Kreacher. Thank you, but do not tell anyone what happened." 

Kreacher was gone. I barely noticed that he'd said not a word of hate towards me. 

I stumbled up the stairs towards the house, knocking on the door. 

The run was not over yet. They would discover I was gone in minutes, perhaps less time. They would search the premises first, but ultimately they would start searching places they knew I would go. This house was one of them. I needed Remus, my wand, and some clothes. That was it. 

Dad was the one who opened the door. He had dark shadows under his eyes like he hadn't gotten sleep. His clothes were wrinkled and his hair was uncombed. He hadn't shaved either. 

"Who did you have Remus with?" He demanded. 

"Severus Snape." I whispered quietly. 

His arms were around me before I could even finish his name. "Elizabeth. Oh, Elizabeth." He hugged me so tightly he didn't even feel it when I flinched. 

'No.' I scolded myself. 'This is your dad. He would never hurt you, especially like that. He's been worried sick. You do not get to flinch away from him. He's your dad and he loves you.' 

Once I had made that distinction, I sunk into his hug, wishing I could bawl in his arms like a child. But I couldn't. 

I pulled back a little, squeezing him. "Dad, I have to go before they come searching here." 

Dad nodded, stepping to the side so that I could walk into the house, before shutting the door behind me. 

"Here." Andromeda said, hurrying forwards and giving me the wand. I took it, startled just a little, but jumped completely when Ted's voice came from behind me. 

"S-sorry." I stuttered. 

"It's fine." Tonks said softly, carefully approaching me with Remus in her arms. "Are you. . . going to be okay?" 

"Eventually." I whispered, taking my son out of her arms. I wanted to bawl, hugging him. He was safe and perfect. 

"Who did it?" Andromeda whispered. 

I bristled at that. 

"Mom!" Tonks snapped. 

I waved my wand, letting everything that I owned fly neatly into my bag. I put it over my shoulder, keeping Remus safely in my arms. Then I turned to face Andromeda. 

"I was in a Death Eaters hideout." I smiled bitterly. I paused, because I realized what I needed to say and I wasn't happy about it. I was going to leave it at that, but I had promised Lucius. . . even if I hated it. I sighed, "Lucius Malfoy, Greyback, Nott, a few nameless ones. It's not like it was a one time thing." 

Dad had gone rigid, a wild look of anger in his eyes. I could see him mentally putting together a list of Death Eaters he was going to hunt down and kill. 

I slowly walked over to him. He focused on me, but didn't move until I slowly hugged him. He wrapped his arms around me, clearly trying not to spook me. "I love you dad. I'll be okay." 

"I love you too sweetheart." He whispered, his hand stroking my hair softly. I treasured it. It could be the last time I saw him before the battle. 

I turned to Tonks. "Please tell Trang that I will wait for her at the last house we discussed." 

Tonks nodded and I opened the door, hurrying outside. I disapparated immediately, leaving my family behind. 

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[friendofweasleys]

For Dramione Lovers,

You do know Draco was in his 8th year in Hogwarts when the trio was in the hunt right? So that means when Hermione went to do 8th year of Hogwarts, Draco was already passed out.

And you do know hermiones temper right? Do you know what she would do to him if he SA her? What would Ron do to him? Or Harry? They would make Bellatrix look like a toddler. Especially Ron, he would not have any mercy. The guy tried to kill him, when Draco called hermione some bad names and stuff. Can you imagine if he came to know he SA’d her?

And if you think hermione is going to cheat on Ron with Draco. Really ? What the hell is wrong with you. She was in love with Ron or had a crush on his before her teenage or during her teenage years. You really think the she would throw away the person she pinned for years, so that she could be with someone who bullied her and wished her death?

And if you think having non-con sex with someone makes them fall in love with you, you need therapy. I’m seriously worried about your mental health. Is your family doing ok? If you need help, you should get it. Idk why you ship them together.

[pupsmailbox]

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