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Chapter 49:- Finishing the MissionA/N: The normal, Malehorntaildragon, thanks. GML, yet another one forward.



Warning:- This chapter contains both violence and sex some of it graphic!



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The door made a soft sound behind Harry as it closed; he hadn’t had a meeting with the Headmaster for the last two weeks. One week had been because of the attack at the Museum and the second was because of the Halloween Feast. Now it was Saturday again and another lesson with Dumbledore was well overdue. Harry had been practicing with the girls and mainly Ron over the past two weeks in the hope of improving more. Hermione was still spending time looking up magical theory to come up with an explanation for his amazing feat with the rock yet nothing had come forward.

She had asked him to do something similar with transfiguration but at the moment he could not. He was getting a better feel with Transfiguration having watched Ron and even Ginny perform numerous spells but his control wasn’t there yet, well not enough to try anything yet. A few more lessons and he was sure he would be able to see the magic much better and even try and attempt things himself. He was a little concerned at Hermione’s reaction if he did anything amazing, but thankfully, it seemed she was still trying to help if only in her own way.

“Well then Harry. Time has eventually given us this evening to work with once more so please take a seat.”

Harry looked around the office and saw that the pensive was out on the desk waiting but that was all.

“I take it no practical this week?”

“That will depend upon the time but I do feel we won’t have much if any time this week I think I should further your knowledge of Tom Riddle. Do you remember where we left it?”

“Yes sir Merope had just given birth.”

“That’s right. The next sets of memory are my own and so should be much clearer. The story has moved on to when young Tom was eleven and I went to inform him that he was wizard.”

Harry’s eyebrow rose slightly at the similarity of the situation to his own.

“Yes Harry, like you he didn’t know that he was a wizard, but I believe that you will see the difference between his reaction and yours. So let us delve a little into these memories.”

Harry glanced up to the ceiling and seen that Fawkes had her customary perch ready to watch over the pair. He smiled at the bird and she dipped her head in response. Harry hadn’t spoken to the bird or even seen her for a long time and wondered if she had been with Professor Dumbledore the whole time or that she was doing something else. With this thought lodged in the far reaches of his mind he turned to the bowl of silvery liquid, it swirled around the bowl and Harry could almost see the silvery sheen emanating from it. Focussing his mind on what was about to come he leant forward and immersed himself into the past.

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Bellatrix threaded her way through the slowly filling pub. She was early she knew and it was not her normal custom to be early for this type of meeting. She had always made the men or boys wait, it increased their need and made them so easy for her to manipulate but the only other thing she could do in such a desolate place was to was sit and wait in her room and that didn’t feel right, but none of this did, it felt so different to every other time. Trying to rationalise what she was doing she thought she might find out something useful for her...Master... but was he still that now?

Forcing a more cheerful thought into her mind she hoped it was going to be her last night in this country, if everything went how it normally did then she could start her trek back tomorrow, but she had felt so free here. Everything was ready for this evening including her, she had felt a small something inside of her as she had prepared herself and it had been a long time and very long time since she had felt something similar and that frightened her.

She had taken a room in this very tavern a few days ago in her final attempt to do Voldemort’s wishes. She had approached the desk with trepidation thinking that if she was recognised everything would be lost. She had spent too long in the forests and getting here for it all to be washed away in such a simple manner. As she booked into the room she had tried to keep her appearance concealed from the staff. She had tried to keep herself clean and well groomed but in a forest on a mountain side it was hard even if you did have magic. She had wanted to use a glamour charm but was concerned if they had found out questions would be asked. She just hoped that the early hour would be her best disguise.

When she eventually closed the door to her room she felt a small spark of comfort. Her eyes were automatically drawn to the bed and just wanted to throw herself upon it and sleep. She wasn’t tired but the thought of spending a night on a bed that hadn’t been conjured sent delicious shivers through her body. She walked into the bathroom and looked at the other item that she had missed; a simple toilet was something that you only missed when you had to go without.

After she was done she then risked a glance at the mirror and almost cried out in shock at the reflection back at her. The face that was reflected hardly seemed to be hers. She ran her hands over her own face just to make certain that there was no charm or anything. Feely the coolness of her own fingers she started to look more closely at her reflection.

She had done a good job of keeping clean and so there was little to no grime for her to look through and so she was able to see the changes. After her escape from Azkabhan she had been sickly thin, for the first few months she had eaten like she had never had before and, drank nutrient and replenishment potions like they were water, so in about 6 months she had put on more weight than she had lost. She had to admit to herself that she had been a little fat at that time, she had managed to hide it well but it still had been there the small signs or ripples of fat that no woman wanted.

But now looking at her face she saw that it had changed once again it had lost the little weight it had gained and the heaviness around her cheeks and neck had simply disappeared. Her face was never fat but now it looked young and slim again almost back to her childhood days before any of this nightmare started. She continued to look at the reflection and saw that her hair had changed colour, not much but a little of the brownness she used to have had started to creep back into the jet black. She continued to study her reflection and marvelled at all of the changes. ‘I/t seemed that living on that hillside had done wonders for her, or was it more?’/ A small voice started to ask. She quickly undressed and climbed into the shower to rise off the dirt that had accumulated and noticed that she had lost a few pounds elsewhere as well. The weight had come off of the parts that every girl wanted them to come off causing an already beautiful body to have even more of a curvy outline.

She just let the water flow over her body in a relaxing manner as she tried to understand what had happened. She understood some of it but refused to voice those thoughts. As the dirt was washed away so where her worries, her mind almost cleared in preparation of what was to come. She would get that information and then leave. She would then present it all to Voldemort and then start on her plan, she would escape and she would take her sister with her. Little Cissy, oh so lucky yet so trapped, just like her. She felt her eyes start to water at the thought of her sister. She didn’t know the last time she had cried for her, they had been so close, more than just sisters it was Cissy that comforted her after that first time. She had sobbed her heart out and it had been little Cissy that had held her and tried to wash away the memories. But she had to stop all of that to try and protect her and herself. Her mind easily brought forth the time when it had all started

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Bellatrix had been fourteen nearly fifteen when it had happened. She had suspected that something like this might happen but not the exact details, no girl could have imagined them and certainly no girl wanted them. She put it down to a girl’s fears but something told her that it was going to happen to her that day. She had gone to bed at the normal time but something about the look in her father’s eyes during their evening meal had alerted her that something was wrong.

She had tried to force away her feelings that night as the family all sat in the living room listening to the wireless. The light music had soothed her slightly until the conversation had once more turned towards Pure Bloods and the Dark Lord. Most nights either her Mother or Father mentioned Pure Bloods and how as proper little girls they had to keep the family name and traditions going and that Mudbloods should be removed from society. The lectures always took the same form, ‘They were pure of blood and so should look down upon those around them that were not. They should hate those Mudbloods and blood traitors who were denying them their rightful place in the world and spoiling such a civilised society.’

She had listened to too many of these talks and had learnt to fade them out. At her tender age of 14 she didn't know what she wanted to be, yet she had what she thought was the normal girlish dreams of what she wanted to with her life, a loving man, security of money, a nice house and even some romance but deep down all she wanted was to finish her lessons and get passing OWL’s that would allow her to leave. Yet her OWL’s constantly worried her, her mother didn't seem to want to teach her much and Bellatrix feared that she would be woefully unprepared for her exams. Her mother just ranted on about pure bloods and that it was a woman’s duty to obey her husband, no questions, no getting involved, just simple obedience. She had learnt just the most basic of spells, the ones needed to run a house but that was all, but recently her father had started to teach her new spells and only to her, Cissy was not included. Bellatrix was glad, because what her Father was showing her was nasty and brutal to her young mind

So she had gone to bed that night woefully unprepared for what was to happen, she feared more for her sister than herself, if she had taken just a few moment to think about her own position, that she may have seen the signs. Twice during the evening her parents had talked about that nice man Lucius and how rich he was and how much power and pure of blood he was. Bellatrix feared that her parents were setting her younger sister up with him. That hadn’t done anything like that for her but Lucius seemed to spend far longer here than any of the other ‘friends’ her father brought home and when he was here Cissy was always the one pushed forward to entertain him. Bellatrix knew that her younger sister hated that and had even confessed to her one night that Lucius had tried to ‘touch her’. She had slapped him away but all he did was smile and lightly laugh.

So on that night as things were being talked about, all she listened to was the talk about Lucius it was though something soon would happen and it would involve him and their family. Had she tried to pay more attention she may have noticed the other man that they had talked about. He had visited a few times, a close friend of Lucius. They were almost always together although not every time he visited, but Bellatrix missed all of that in worry over her sister.

Soon it had gotten round to the sisters’ bed time. Like dutiful daughters they rose and gave both their parents and kiss on the cheek before leaving them and heading to their bedrooms on the first floor. The two sisters walked in silence, each of them thinking about their own things but they did pause on the landing outside their doors. They gave each other a long hug as was there custom at the end of the day and then for some reason they shared a kiss, not the normal one that they shared but a much more passionate one. It was like their bodies knew what was about to happen and wanted to cling to the one piece of happiness that they had in this world.

Bellatrix released her sister and entered her own room, it was still sparsely furnished as the family had little money but it was hers and her only place of retreat. She slowly got undressed as her mind tried to understand the Lucius issue and her sister. Standing in only a pair of plain cotton kickers she looked at herself and shivered. She knew that she was beautiful so what was to become of her? Driving these thoughts away she put on her pyjamas and crawled into bed. The lights dimmed and she started the long process of trying to sleep.

She had almost dropped off to sleep when she heard the front door. A wave of worry quickly passed through her but is dissipated when she heard the mumbling of her parents. It was obvious to her that whoever the visitor was they were expected. It wasn’t unusual for people to visit this late at night but it was always to pick up her father. She wasn’t sure exactly what he did on those nights but she suspected it wasn’t good, but this night it seemed that he wasn’t going out as the voices continued far longer than normal.

Time passed slowly and Bellatrix found herself slipping off towards sleep once more when the noise on the stairs woke her again. Her parents, especially her mother, looked in on them occasionally Bellatrix didn't think it was out of motherly concern it was just to make sure that they weren’t spying and listening in of what they were talking about. Bellatrix always feigned sleep when she heard the noise but this time it sounded a little different a little off. Her mind thought that perhaps it was her father coming to check on them?

She kept her eyes shut as the small creaking sound told her that someone was opening her door, but as the light started to illuminate the room she knew something was different. Still trying to feign sleep she waited, for many weeks to come she would curse making that decision: that was, until she understood that everything that happened this evening had been planned and planned by her parents.

“Well it looks like the young Bellatrix is trying to fain sleep. We can’t have that.” Drawled a voice from the doorway.

Bellatrix felt a huge lump of fear form in her stomach; she had heard that voice before and tried to place it but never had the time before he had taken action. The door closed shut and the lights in the room were now full on, she heard a murmur of an incantation and tried to place it as well as the voice.

“Let’s see what I have got then! Accio!” called the voice.

Bellatrix felt the duvet slip from her, franticly she tried to grasp it but it moved far too quickly for her. Her eyes sprang open and a gasp left her body as she saw standing in front of the closed door Rodolphus, Lucius’ friend. Her hands flew to her body to cover her breast and groin even though she was still wearing her pyjamas. She took a breath ready to scream for help when Rodolphus spoke again.

“You can make as much noise as you like, I’ve silenced your room no-one is coming.”

Bellatrix didn't listen.

“HELP! Somebody HELP ME!” she screamed but heard no running of feet no pounding on the door just the man just smiled in the centre of the room. The fear raced through her as the silence stretched and she slowly realised she was trapped in her own room.

“You will become a Death Eater like me. You will serve our Master but first you must become a woman.”

“W...w....woman.” she stammered.

“You must be a woman before you are brought before him. Otherwise you may be used for something different. I’ve been asked by your parents to make you a woman and so guaranteeing that you can serve. I shall make you a woman this night and you will have taken your first step in service.”

Bellatrix’s eyes widen even wider as her mind caught up with what the man was saying.

“That’s not true they would never.”

“Don't be so silly. There is no footsteps, no running to help you they know why I’m here they have asked me to do this so just submit like a pure woman should!”

Bellatrix was frozen with fear not wanting to believe the man yet fearing that he was right. He started to move towards her and she curled into the bed more, how such a thing could happen to her. Rodolphus strong hands grasped her arm and started to pull at her.

“Let me at least see your gifts.” He rasped at her. She squirmed in an effort to free herself but his strength was too much with a final pull he wrenched her arm away from her breasts.”

“They look nice. Unlike Lucius I like mine older, you shall be such a pleasure.”

Bellatrix blanched at what the man was saying but pain tore through her as one of Randolph’s hands roughly grabbed her breast. He squeezed and kneaded the soft flesh through her top; it was not like how her sister and she did it: this was just pain. She felt that the man was testing her see that she was ripe enough. She turned and wriggled more to try and escape but he held her firm. A forceful pain ripped through her chest as he mashed her breasts once more.

“Come now you are not making this fun, there is nothing you can do. You should be proud that I am doing this for you!”

Bellatrix tried once more to move away but this was stopped by the slap. It hit her cheek, heat and pain shot through her face. Her vision blurred slightly and the room span due to the force of the blow. Trying to recover her sense she felt herself being dragged off of her bed. She hit the floor hard and a renewed sense of pain flooded her.

“Lean over the bed.” Commend the voice. Pain and fear made her body start to respond, she dragged herself up the side of the bed until she was leaning over it.

“Straighten up.” Came the next order. Her mind didn’t understand what he wanted. She hoped that this wasn’t happening to her, that this was a dream yet never had she experienced such pain in a dream before.

Crack! Sounded around the room as Randolph hand hit her covered bottom. The material of her knickers and pyjamas did little to lessen the blow. Slap! Came the next blow, forcing the breath from her./ What did he want?/

As if reading her mind he barked out another order.

“Straighten your legs.”

With her upper body still on the bed she tried to straighten her legs it seemed there was no energy left in them but she willed them on. Obviously she wasn’t moving quickly enough as her bottom received two more swipes from Rodolphus. As her legs locked she braced herself but nothing happened, her mind was trying to tell her what was about to happen but she didn't want to listen she just wanted this over.

Rodolphus looked at the girl/woman in front of him. Her bottom had quivered ever so slightly every time he had hit it. The plain clothes of the pyjamas hid the shapely figure well but he had already felt some of her. With a grin of pleasure he grasped the waist band, Bellatrix tried to move and a sharp word stopped her. With a single motion he pulled down the trousers and knickers so that he could look at what was hidden. He felt his mouth go dry as he looked at the two orbs. Both were reddened by his earlier action. He slowly ran his hand over them and saw Bellatrix flex and jerk as he brushed over the abused flesh.

Feeling his own raging need he undid his own trousers and let them fall. Placing his hand on the Bellatrix’s lower back he steadied himself. He groped lower to feel her moist entrance and could instantly feel the tightness. Enjoying the moment he waited for a few seconds before he positioned himself and thrusted forward. Bellatrix arched her back as a new shot of pain hit her very centre. Rodolphus didn’t stop didn’t care for the Bellatrix. He felt the inner barrier and just plunged forward. The resistance was only brief before he tore through it and into her. The tightness gripped him as only a true virgin could and he smiled. It was so much pleasure to deflower woman, which was one of the reasons he had agreed to this.

He paused for a moment to luxuriate in the feeling and heard the sobbing from Bellatrix at the pain he was causing. Not caring he started his thrusts in and out as he pounded her, each time his legs slapping her redden cheeks. She cried and sobbed under him but nothing was said. He glanced down at his own tool and saw the coating of red upon it knowing that he had taken her most precious of gifts. He sensed the coming climax in him and thrust hard towards her once more. As his seed started to erupt from within him he whispered the incantation, he was here for one reason and getting her pregnant wasn’t it.

Pulse and pulse wracked through his loins as he filled Bellatrix, eventually he felt himself lessen and then stop. Pushing her forwards and away from him his now soft member left her womanly opening. Rodolphus looked at that opening and saw the raw redness around it just before it started to leak, the picture of blood and his semen pleased him. Smiling to himself he left the girl where she was. He pulled his trousers up and made his way to the door. With a quick wave the charms had been removed and he left the room with only its single occupant.

He was still fixing his belt as he walked into the front room where Belatrix’s parents were.

“Thank you Rodolphus. Would you like a sherry or something stronger?”

Rodolphus finished making himself presentable before replying.

“No thanks I’ve done what you have asked of me now I’m leaving.” He replied absently giving the two adults a curt nod before heading to the door.

Belaltrix’s parents watched the man leave before closing the door behind him and returning to their seats.

“We are almost there.” Commended Bellatrix’s father.

“Yes with her now almost a Death Eater dear and Lucius looking at Narcissa, we should be nice and safe.”

“Indeed, with his money and their combined power with the Dark Lord we should indeed be safe.”

Upstairs Belaltrix hadn’t moved, her tears continued to fall unheeded to the bed but the pain inside was much worse than simple tears. She wanted to run to hide but couldn’t even move. A small hand gently stroked her hair.

“It’s....it’s alright.” Ventured Narcissa. She had come to this room as soon as she heard the man leaving. She had been more the shocked as she saw her older sister. The pain almost transmitted to her at the thought of what that man had done. Bracing herself she walked forward to try and help.

“I’m....he....oh....” sobbed Bellatrix understanding fully what had happened.

“It’s alright Bell, I’ll make the pain go away. I’ll make you forget all about them.” Replied Narcissa trying to calm her distraught sister.

“But what next.” Whispered the violated girl into Narcissa’s chest.

**

She shook at the thought of those memories as she shakily climbed out of the shower. She hadn’t noticed it get cold as the awful memories had flooded her.

Leaving the bathroom at that memory she walked to the bed. She laid back upon it trying to calm her emotions but more started to surface. It was like everything that had happened in her life threatened to force itself back out. She hadn’t thought about any of this for years but all of a sudden it was returning - all of the horrors that she had helped in but more important to her was the horrors that had happened to her.

She had just turned 15 and was therefore to be brought before The Dark Lord. She was scared out of her mind after the last time. Her entire family was dark; she disliked mudbloods just as any true pureblood does or that was what she told her parents if ever asked. But she was not prepared to involve herself in this insane war; she just wanted to be free.

On the eve of her initiation, she sat alone on her bed, worrying over just what the evening would entail. She had heard the stories spoken by her father’s friends but most of them were heard through the keyhole or when they thought she wasn’t around. She knew there would be pain involved, and most likely she would be forced to kill to gain entry. If she did not cooperate she shivered to think what Voldemort would do to her and her family. She had already lost her cousin Regulus to an “accident” of some kind after he had betrayed The Dark Lord. Her older sister Andromeda had fallen in love with a muggle and was summarily disowned by her Aunt, the matriarch of the family, and her cousin Sirius was close to the top of the list of Blood Traitors for associating with Dumbledore and his ilk. The only one left was her sister Cissy, one year younger than herself.

The thoughts of what would happen to Cissy if she did not go through with the initiation scared her more than what she might have to do. The two had become much closer than any sisters were meant to be. They would often sleep in each other’s beds especially after that visit by Rodolphus to her. Between them that made sure to listen for any noise on the stairs so they couldn’t be found and only felt happiness when both there parents had left the house at night after a night working for the Death Eaters or whatever they did. All of these thoughts stopped when a pretty blonde stuck her head in her room.

“Bell?” the girl asked timidly. She didn't know as much about what was going to happen compared to her sister but she knew it was upsetting her.

“Come in Cissy.” Bellatrix said, patting the bed beside her, trying to put a calm tone in her voice.

“You have to go meet the Dark Lord this evening don't you?” She asked. “I heard Mother and Father talking about it last night.”

“Cissy I don't know what I am going to do...” Bellatrix began to break down, a single tear betraying her. “All Mother has told me is that I must serve. After what they did to me that I night I...I...don’t know if I can?”

Cissy crossed to the bed and gathered her older sister into her arms to try and give her the comfort that had been denied them by their parents.

“I don't want them to come for you, you mean so much to me.”

“I...I have to, because of you. If I don't then....”

“I’m different I think there are other plans for me. They didn’t come for me like they did for you. I think it’s that Lucius character, Mother keeps putting me near him. I think that she is trying to offer me to him and I think he wants it.”

“No that’s awful you are so young, they can’t do that!”

“I don't think we can get out of it, remember the others in the family? I think he likes them young, he...he’s been looking at me again and trying to touch me and all the time Mother is just smiling.”

Bellatrix nodded silently he mind trying to find a solution for the pair of them, a second thought about the upcoming evening struck her and she had to voice it to her confident.

“They may ask me to kill someone, I don't know if I can kill Cissy, but” She wrapped her arms around the younger girl. “It's not fair that I have to do this. I need you in my bed at night, I miss laying around all day together, talking about boys and what we want to do when we grow up. But the nights you make all of the pain go away.” Bella said with a sad smile.

“It's going to be alright Bell, I know it. We’ll get through this, you and me ... we’ll look out for each other.” The young blonde stated trying to put hope into her voice.

“I wish with my heart you’re right. Are you going to be here when I get back?” She asked the younger girl.

“I will be here for you, right here waiting. Just try and think of that I will soothe away the pain like always.” Cissy said, hugging her back.

Then they had to part ways, Rodolphus was yelling up the stairs. She quickly checked herself in the mirror and gave Cissy another hug, before heading toward the voice not wanting to keep that ‘man’ waiting.

Rodolphus said nothing as they approached the house where she assumed the Death Eater initiation was to take place. He had a wicked gleam to his eye that she did not like one bit. She hated that man, hated him with her very core, he had taken from her the most precious of things and he had done it with force and pain. She would never want to be near him ever again, yet cruel fate had determined that it was him that was taking her to the initiation.

They entered and she looked around the room. There were about 30 other Death Eaters, all wearing masks, but all appeared to be men. They stood in a circle waiting what must be the arrival of their Lord. In the centre of the room was what looked to be a sacrificial table. It had manacles at the top for the wrists, and a strange configuration of beams and shackles at the bottom that appeared as though it would hold the victims legs open. Suddenly she shivered, hoping against hope that her thoughts would not be proven true.

Then HE arrived. Lord Voldemort at this time was not the half-human snake of a man that had returned 2 years ago. He was a handsome and charismatic man. He began to speak, and all other sound stopped.

“My followers, tonight we have a special treat. Young Bellatrix Black is here by her own free will to join us. Her family has offered her as a show of loyalty and I acknowledge that.” He said with a smile and a nod to one of the robed men. Bellatrix saw the man bow in acceptance of the gesture ‘W/as that her father and who said she was here of her own free will?/’ She looked back at the man she would soon call Master and waited.

“Bella,” he smiled at her and she felt like she could melt. “You come to me, to become one of my followers?”

For some reason she was not able to look away, he seemed to cast some sort of spell on her with just his words. And from the stillness of the others around her, either the spell, or fear held the others in the same state as her.

“Yes milord.” She said quietly, lowering her eyes.

“Are you prepared to do what I demand, obey my orders and be loyal only to me?”

“I am milord.” She said with a bit more volume. Pictures of her little sister in her head, being on that table, forcing her to accept this was her worst nightmare. She had to protect Cissy, she had already been taken so it didn't matter, and she had to stop this from happening to Cissy.

“Then come to me my Bella.” He said.

She took a tentative step forward, then another, each gaining in confidence.

“I have heard great things about your family Bella, I believe that soon you shall be worthy of taking my mark, and you shall become like my right hand.” he winked at her.

She was not sure what was going on. She had only just met the man, and he was saying she was going to be one of his most trusted followers?

She made it to the middle of the circle and stood before her new Lord. She trembled slightly but did not waver.

“Bring in the garbage.” He said casually. Two of the death eaters left the room momentarily and returned with two muggles, a boy and a girl. They could not have been 12 years old. “Bella,” he whispered in her ear, the calm feeling began to wash over her again. “You must choose which one is to die first, for that will be your first kill.”

“Please milord, you choose...” She pleaded quietly with him.

“No Bella,” he whispered to her again, this must be your choice, for it is a very important one.

Closing her eyes, she simply pointed. ‘/What does it matter, they were both just muggles’./ She tried to tell herself but only succeeding a little. Yet a small part of her was happy to be pleasing her new master, happy to do his bidding.

“Ah you have chosen the little boy, very well. I assume you know the spell, but I think this needs to be more personal.” Voldemort said as he pulled a long dagger with a serpent handle from his robes. “Now you must complete this part of your initiation. I want you to put him under the imperius curse, and place him on the table. Then you will cut his throat.” He grinned at her, it was an evil grin. Gone was the seductive smile, replaced by a glimpse of the monster he would become.

“Milord please!” She said, but already she was pointing her wand as thought it was moving on its own. She had never cast the spell before; she had heard of it but never performed something so powerful or so dark. ‘How was she going to be able to do it?’

“Remember, you must want to control another person for the spell to work, you must want to completely remove his free will.” Whispered Voldemort.

She tried once, a muttered Imperio. A tsking noise from the Dark Lord made her want to try again immediately. This time she felt the power leap from her to the boy. She could feel him struggle against her magic, but he lost quickly and she had him.

A single tear ran down her cheek as she told him to lie down upon the table. Her mind became a blank as she did not believe what she was doing. She watched as she walked toward him, as her hand brought the dagger down to his throat. And she felt another tear as she ran the blade across his small neck; the blood began to pool beneath his head. As the light left his eyes she could swear she felt a piece of herself being ripped away. She felt like there was a hole in her soul, left by the actions she had just taken.

Voldemort gestured and another of the Death Eaters levitated the boy’s body out of the room. Bella stood there in shock, as if it was a bad dream and she would wake up any moment. She wondered briefly why the little girl was here if she only had to kill one. But she decided that there was no turning back now. If she was ordered to kill the little girl as well she would do so. The blood was still pooled on the table where the boy had been.

“Now Bella, you will strip yourself bare before me.” Said the calming voice of Voldemort.

She found herself complying. Partly because of the shock of what she had just done, and partly because she felt the need to please her Lord. Soon she was naked in front of all 30 of the Death Eaters and her Lord Voldemort.

“Now, lay down on the table on your back. Pay no attention to the blood; it is part of the ceremony.” Voldemort said with a commanding tone.

She did as she was asked, part of her screaming for her to stop, but the other part anticipating what her Lord might do to her.

He motioned again, and two of the death eaters came forward to place her legs and wrists in the restraints. She felt herself exposed to all of them as her knees were now bound firmly shoulder width apart. She was ready for them; she prayed that this was the worst of it. But unfortunately that was only the smallest part of it.

“My followers see what your Lord has brought for you. A pureblood witch now awaits each and every one of you to bless her on this night!” Voldemort said, suddenly the silence that had abounded, was broken by loud cheering. “Who shall be her first? Rodolphus, perhaps you would like the honour as you have already done?” He finished motioning toward her gaping sex.

“Thank you my Lord” Rodolphus said, as he shuffled forward.

She refused to cry, she tried desperately to cling to that empty feeling she had gained after killing the boy. The boy who's blood she now lay in. As he approached she prayed that he was the only one that would not be so bad.

“Before you start, let us bring the other party favour out!” Voldemort motioned toward the scared little girl, who was brought screaming to the head of the table Bellatrix lay on. They held her down roughly as they lashed her arms to the same restraints used on her. The young girl was now looking directly into her eyes.

Suddenly it was like a starter pistol had gone off. The girl screamed as her clothing was ripped from her body, the young, underdeveloped breasts now bouncing in Bellatrix's face. And then the men began to line up. They all removed their robes at once to reveal that they wore nothing underneath. There were suddenly hands everywhere. The girl continued to scream as her breasts were manhandled. Bell tried her best to stifle the screams as she too was fondled roughly by the men who could get close to her. Then she felt Rodolphus enter her, roughly, without warning, nor lubrication. Then she did scream, it felt as painful as before there was no joy no love just pain at this action. Her sister had always been so gentle so soft but this was the counterpoint to that. He thrust into her quickly 4 or 5 times before she felt his seed spill into her. The girl had stopped screaming now, as the third of the male Death Eaters took her. She seemed to have retreated into her mind. Only making noise when she was slapped or pinched. Bellatrix was beyond screaming as well.

Soon it became a blur, nothing but pain in her body, and numbness between her legs. She had no idea how long it had been going on or how many different times she had been taken, but suddenly it stopped.

“Now you know your place Bella.” Voldemort whispered to her. “Women are meant for pleasure, but you, you are lucky. You shall become one of us join with us as we rule.”

Voldemort leaned over her and whispered in her ear, “Now you are mine, I am your only Master.”

Suddenly she was free. Voldemort placed a robe over her to cover her, although what good modesty did at this point she did not know.

“You have now proven yourself worthy Bella, give me your arm.” He ordered.

She lifted her arm and he grabbed her wrist, placing his wand at the crook of her elbow she heard him say loud enough for the entire room to hear, Morsmordre. She felt the burning, like no pain she had ever experienced, worse than what had just been done to her by far. A scream ripped from her already hoarse throat as she fell to the ground. Voldemort continued to hold his wand to her arm, and she could see the shape of the Skull and Snake burning in to her flesh.

Then he released her. “Welcome Bella, now you are one of us.” He turned and walked out of the room. And all but Rodolphus followed.

He helped her to her feet, waited for her to get dressed. And led her back to the apparition point, and then home. He left her on the step without a word, and she painfully climbed the stairs to her room, silent the entire way.

She opened her door and there, sitting on her bed, waiting for her, was Cissy. The sight of her younger sister was too much for her, and she finally broke down. The tears exploded from her eyes and down onto her cheeks as she fell into Cissy's arms.

“Oh my GOD, My poor Bell, what have they done to you?” Cissy asked, the tears freely making their way down her face as well. “Why would anyone serve that Monster?”

“It's OK Cissy, I'm sorry.. I” Bellatrix began, stifling her pain and tears long enough to comfort her sister. “I wanted you to be safe, it’s over now.” She finished.

“It is not ok Bell. You should not have to go through this just for me. What did they do?” She finished with a question, but the look in her eyes told Bell she already knew.

“It doesn't matter. It is finished now. And I will kill anyone who ever tries to do that to me again.” She stated.

Cissy gave her a look that said this conversation was not finished, but knew that now was not the time to press it. “Let’s get you cleaned up then shall we?” She asked.

Bell nodded, and Cissy helped her to the bathroom. It was all she could do to stand, let alone undress, so Cissy had to remove most of her clothing for her. Every new piece of clothing removed, revealed more bruises, scratches and bite marks. With each revalation Cissy would draw in a sharp breath, but said nothing. Finally standing naked before her sister, she looked up and saw the concern radiating off the blonde witch.

“Luckily for you our home schooling included some medicinal spells and potions. I began brewing some of these potions the moment you left, I made sure that Mother didn’t see and I don't think Father is home.” She said pulling some vials out of a small bag.

“N....n...no he wasn’t” shakily responded Bellatrix not sure whether any of the seed still in her was from her father or not.

“You drink these, it’s a blood restorer and a pain potion, and meanwhile let me try to heal some of these.”

Bell did as instructed and the pain lessened almost immediately. However Cissy had made the pain potion extra strong, so now she could hardly hold herself up. Meanwhile Cissy had removed most of the bruising and other marks using her wand.

Narcissa tapped her wand on the serpent shaped spout and warm water with bubbles in three different colours and scents started to flow in to the tub. The bathtub was big enough for 3 or 4 people, or for 1 person to float along lazily in the sudsy water.

Cissy then helped direct Bell over to the bathtub. Upon placing her inside it slowly, she saw that her sister was about to fall asleep and drown. “We cannot have you drowning after you survived what happened earlier.”

Watching her sister carefully, she stripped off all her clothing, and slid into the bathtub behind her sister. Placing Bella in her lap, and wrapping one arm underneath her breasts to keep her head above water, she then grabbed a nearby sponge and began washing the blood off of her sister’s back, both thankful and scared that it did not belong to her. Her eyes were wide as she saw the white fluid flow out between her sisters legs as the water started it own cleansing.

Bell began to cry anew, suddenly she could not stop the torrent of emotions she had bottled up. “WHY!? She sobbed as her sister washed her. Why would they do this to me, Why Father, and all the others...? The Dark Lord I can understand...” She began to mumble. The water, the emotions, and the potions starting to take effect. The tears flowed freely now, Bellatrix simply did not have the will to stop them anymore.

Narcissa simply held her sister, as she wept along with her. “Don't worry Bell, that’s over now, I won't leave you tonight...”

**

Lying on the bed in her room reliving that memory she tried to understand it more, in the end he had branded her, it was the only time that night he had touched her she was sure of it but afterwards was worse. She had been given to him, Rodolphus the man who had been her first, the look of pleasure that ran through that man’s mind had frightened her when Voldemort had made the announcement but then something inside of her remembered that she had to serve.

After all of that she hadn’t had to do much. They had been married it was a quick ceremony presided over by HIM but that was when then the next phase of her life had started. She remembered as she had shakily said her vows that Voldemorts eyes seemed to bore into her. She had felt the reaction to his face the need to follow his orders. The vows had been said but she was lost to him even then. That night she had her first taste, not of her ‘husband’ but of him, of Voldemort. He had taken her away; the laughter from Rodolphus was all that her ears remembered as she had been taken into a room by HIM.

There on that night he had taken her it was then he decreed that she to be his. She was Rodolphus in name only. It was then it started to get foggy and her memories started to fade. She screwed her eyes shut to try and bring those memories forward but only snippets came forth. Slowly righting herself on the bed she could remember some of what had been taught to her. Some men would do anything for love or sex and she had been his tool for that.

Now she was going to do it once more, but this time it would be the last. It would be the last time for Him. From now on she would be doing it for herself. To get her and her sister out and away from them she would use everything that she had.

She forced every other memory away for it would only distract her from her mission. This was the only pub in the area and she knew that the one she wanted would be in attendance this evening. She expanded the luggage and picked her second best outfit for the night because she would need to look her best for their second meeting. This night she wanted to meet him to plan the idea and set up and second date. Being forceful after only just meeting him would be a failure so she had to plan this carefully. She held the outfit in front of her and saw once more that living in the forest had been very good for her.

Wishing she could luxuriate more in this room she started to dress. It wasn’t openly sexy but it did allow a careful person to see some of what was hidden. Feeling the cleanest she had for a long time she had gone to the Halloween party and found him. The time had flown by as she used all of her skill on him. Never too forward never too pushy. They had only shared one real kiss but she had promised him more if he would turn up tonight and that was why she was waiting for him on this evening one week later.

**

Harry sat back into the chair behind him and studied Dumbledore as he replaced the contents of the memory back into the glass vile.

“There is little of substance there except an insight into his character.”

“He was bullying people.”

“Yes he was controlling people trying to gain power even over me. That is his nature, his true nature. This violence we see, all of this killing, just masks his true nature.”

“He wants power.”

“Power over everything, not just the country or its people. I think he wants power over magic, his fears and so life itself.”

“Is that why he tried to make himself immortal?”

“Partially yes but also insurance. He was always a very clever boy at school and I think he wanted insurance in case he failed. Remember the Basilisk?”

Harry grasped his arm where the fang had pieced it in an unconscious gesture.

“He had a plan ready in case that it failed. He had Hagrid framed, that wasn’t his original plan I think he just used it when whatever he wanted to do failed.”

“Is he immortal then?”

“That is a very good question and one I think I will have to leave to the next memory. Suffice to say that I think he is close to being immortal as any person has ever become.”

“So how can he be killed?”

“That I fear is a discussion for later, first you must understand what we have seen and then later we can move into that more interesting subject.”

“Very well professor.”

“So how is you perception of magic coming a long.”

“Um, quiet well sir.”

“Well then next time we shall move on to some advanced charms I think.”

“Thank you sir.”

“Very well then let’s say two weeks Harry.”

**



The noise of the pub was slowly increasing as she spotted his approach, and unforced smile graced her face as she watched him come closer. She raised her glass and took a sip as he sat himself down.

“It nice to see you again Bell.” Shyly said the man.

Bellatrix had told him her name was Belladonna but that she went by the name Bell. Cissy always called her Bell it just felt nice to be called that again even if it wasn’t her sister. Hopefully her sister would be able to caller her that again and soon.

“You too Phillip.” She replied leaning over to him. She saw the look a surprise on his face as she slowly kissed him on the lips. She was moving fast but she wanted to try and start her new life.

“Um..ah…” stammered the man as she drew back her lips.

“See I missed you.” She breathed huskily.

The man still looked a little lost and Bellatrix knew that she had him. Men were so easy when shown a little love and a lot of lust. That was all she had to do now, she had the potion with her and would slip it into his drink sometime later. The lust potion would drive all rational thought from his mind. He would need her, have to take her and she would comply but he would also be open to her and so she could extract the information that she needed. He would tell her the resonance charm of the dragon and not remember doing it. For once she could leave this place without creating anymore Chess pieces. A smile of joy crossed her face at this thought. She had created far too many chess pieces.

Less than an hour later found them gasping for breath and pawing at one another’s clothes just outside the pub. It surprised her how much she wanted this, normally everything was business for her but this was different, she felt different this wasn’t like any other time.

“Let’s find somewhere a little more private.” She whispered in his ear when they paused to catch a breath feeling her own need rise for once.

He looked at her with slightly glazed eyes and nodded once before pulling her close. There was a very awkward squeezing sensation, accompanied by dizziness as he tandem apparated them to his hut on the dragon reserve. It was insanely stupid to apparate whilst drunk, let alone with someone else in tow.

However right now all she could think about was getting his clothes off and him into the bed. She wondered for a moment if she accidentally slipped some of the lust potion into her own drink as her own body literally begged to feel this man. After so many years of so many different people this was something completely different it felt almost like the first time her and Cissy had slept together.

Something inside her had changed; she had been made to seduce men and even women in the past. But she always took to the job with a clinical and professional mindset. She never enjoyed what she was doing. She had never really been able to enjoy sex at all, but suddenly, she needed this man and for more than information it was like she had a hole inside her and he would fill it,

She quickly pulled his vest off and his shirt over his head, and paused for a moment to admire his muscled chest and arms. Dragon handling was apparently as good for the men, as the forest had been to her. She ran her fingernails down his chest to his waist and made quick work of his belt, trousers, and pants. Meanwhile he had the good sense to kick off his shoes and socks, although in his drunken state he nearly fell over twice.

He now stood naked before her, and she marvelled at the feelings coming from inside her. She had never really known desire like this. The Dark Lord had been very charming and good looking before his downfall.

She realized she was staring when the look on his face changed slightly to confusion. Afraid that the potion might be wearing off, she reached up to her bodice and untied it. Then slowly, and seductively, she let the garment drop from her shoulders, leaving her completely naked before him.

The lust returned anew to his eyes and he moved toward her. She let him pick her up and drop her on the bed, she needed this badly, but could not forget her mission. She pulled him to her and kissed him.

She removed her lips from his and put them to his ear “You want me don’t you?” She asked seductively.

He nodded into her hair, his hips bucking slightly. She enjoyed the hardness between his legs, being pressed tightly to her abdomen.

“I just need one tiny thing from you first” She whispered.

“Anything” He panted, his voice pleading.

“I need you to tell me about the tracking charms on your dragons, specifically about that Hungarian Horntail you were boasting about the one from that tournament in Britain.” She breathed at him.

The man’s eyes seemed to take a slightly colder look as his fogged brain tried to understand what she was saying. Bellatrix knew that she was losing him and worked fast.

“It’s alright isn’t it? I just wanted to see it as it was famous and all that, it can’t be a problem can it?” As she spoke to him she rolled slightly so she was on top of him. She brushed her hard nipples across his chest enticing his hands to move and grasp her breasts. She could see the logical party of his mind fade as the eroticism took over again.

The man’s hands gentle kneaded her breasts as they were offered and his lips once more sought hers. As she moved away slightly so moving her breasts out of his reach he spoke.

“It’s in my journal, on the table over there, all the tracking charms are listed, and how to access where each dragon is. I’m not supposed to write it down but...” He trailed off as Bellatrix lowered herself onto him once more.

She parted her legs and drew him toward her, when he came close to her wet folds she paused and looked him. Even under the effects of the lust potion he was thinking of her by his actions. Slowly she slid him into her and she lowered down and leaned onto his body. She started slowly and felt his need match hers; they timed their thrusts and counter thrusts perfectly. With each thrust a small part of her was saying that this wasn’t sex this was love. As their combined peek came close she felt the tears stream down her face and she understood that everything she had done before was a shame and even this was a lust potion filled sham. She vowed never to use that potion or anything other like it again, this feeling was just like when she had been with Cissy and they never needed potions.

She awoke with the first rays of the sun in her face. She looked down at the man who was still sleeping beside her; she was so happy she did not have to kill him yet saddened at the prospect losing of what she had experienced with him.

She got up and dressed quickly, she remembered to grab his journal off the bedside table. Thinking she should not leave it to chance, just in case the information was not contained completely within the journal, she pulled her wand and pointed it at the man.

“/Legilimans” /She incanted, and was suddenly rushing through the sleeping man’s mind. She did not pause to examine all the memories that flew by, she was on a mission. She located the memory of the dragon in question, and quickly found the linked memory of the tracking charm. Satisfied that she had what she needed in his journal she pulled out.

She leaned down and kissed his forehead quickly. “Thank you so much, you have no idea how much last night meant to me.” She whispered, she felt the tear form and then roll down her check as she performed the next spell, she had to remove the memory of last night, not all of it but what they had done, “Obliviate!” she atoned in a faltering voice sadness overwhelming her. Seconds passed as she removed what had happened, once done she turned on the spot and apparated back to her room.

She showered quickly, not knowing when the next time she would have such a luxury might be. Then gathered all her things together, shrunk them to travel size, and with her final mission for Voldemort complete left Romania with a pop.