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December 2024 Exclusive Poll Winner - Bellatrix's Master - Harry/Bellatrix
🕑 Added 2024-12-15 16:59:01 +0000 UTCThe tranquillity of Grimmauld Place was something that Harry was still getting used to. Kreacher had worked wonders to clean the place up now that Voldemort was finally vanquished; it was even good enough for Harry to host his eighteenth birthday party here earlier in the year. The dark, drab colours had been brightened up quite a bit, and the dust, mold, and unsightly heads of the Black family’s past house-elves had all been removed. It was honestly starting to feel like home to him.
It would never be the same without Sirius though. His godfather’s death still hurt even now, but it was a dull ache. Sometimes, he swore that he could still hear the man’s bark-like laughter ringing throughout the halls.
“Would Master Potter like some more tea?” Kreacher asked as he appeared at Harry’s side.
“No, thank you,” Harry answered with a kind smile. Kreacher had become unbelievably devoted to him since Harry vanquished Voldemort and destroyed all of his horcruxes. “And please, it’s just Harry.”
“Not to Kreacher,” Kreacher protested strongly. “Now, Master Potter must finish up his breakfast quickly or he’ll be late for his meeting at the Ministry. Kreacher pressed his robes for him. They’re waiting on the hook by the front door.”
“Thank you, Kreacher,” Harry replied.
“Always happy to serve the noble house of Black, and Potter,” Kreacher said, bowing before he disappeared from sight. The empty dishes in front of Harry disappeared too, leaving only the open letter that he’d received the night before, the one requesting the meeting at the Ministry. Just looking at it left a bad taste in his mouth.
“There’s no sense in delaying the inevitable,” Harry grumbled as he forced himself to his feet.
He found his robes by the door as Kreacher promised and donned them quickly before stepping outside. The Fidelius Charm kept the house a secret to a certain extent, but Harry had still gotten tracked down by the press to it. There were half a dozen of them camped out in the park across the street, desperately failing to blend in as muggles with their old-fashioned photography equipment. They were hoping to get a quick shot of Harry, as they did every day since the war ended, but Harry was quite good at evading them.
With a slight turn of his heels, Harry apparated away to the Ministry of Magic. He’d received his own private entrance after one-too-many stampedes in the Atrium as hundreds of men and women rushed to thank him for all he’d done. He was grateful for the privacy.
He landed in what amounted to little more than an old broom cupboard. The shelves and cleaning supplies had been removed, and a continuously glowing candle sat floating overhead instead. He turned the door knob and quickly stepped out into a corridor on Level 1 near the offices of the Minister himself as well as several other high-ranking Ministry officials.
The many men and women he passed by nodded or said hello to him, having seen him around here quite often by now. However, a few still remained too shy or awestruck to do more than gawk at him. It was easy enough to ignore those though—he’d spent too many years dealing with uncomfortable stares to not be able to handle them.
“Mr Potter!” A young woman exclaimed in surprise from behind the desk he’d been looking for. She couldn’t have been more than a few years older than him; she may have even attended Hogwarts with him.
“Hello,” Harry smiled at her. “I’m here to see the Minister.”
“Yes, he’s been expecting you,” the woman said as she got up from behind her desk. “Please, just give me a moment to retrieve him.”
Harry lingered, waiting as the uncomfortable feeling in his stomach grew. He hated having to go through with this. He’d told himself that last time was the end of it—he wasn’t going to come back here anymore—and yet, here he was once again.
“Harry,” Minister Kingsley Shacklebolt’s deep, booming voice rang out. He was as friendly as ever, albeit with deep bags under his eyes. It wasn’t easy being the Minister for Magic, but it was made infinitely harder coming out of a war. “It’s good to see you. I wasn’t sure that you were going to come.”
Harry shook the man’s hand. “Neither was I,” he admitted.
“Well, I’m glad you did,” Kingsley admitted as he placed a hand on Harry’s back and gently guided him back down the corridor. “Things have… been difficult these past few weeks.”
“In general or specifically about…?” Harry trailed off.
“Both, but the latter is my concern right now,” Kingsley answered. “Believe me, we tried to respect your wishes about staying out of this. We did everything we could to keep her content, but nothing seemed to work. It was only when she went on a hunger strike that we decided to call you in.”
Harry sighed. “How long has it been?”
“Just over a week,” Kingsley replied, looking like he was holding back a sigh of his own. “We had to stun her to get a nutrient potion down her throat just to keep her healthy.”
“I’ll talk to her,” Harry promised him. “I don’t know if it’ll solve things for good, but…”
“Thank you,” Kingsley said sincerely. “We had her transported up to a secure holding cell on this level so that it would be easier for you to avoid the press. She’s just around the corner here.”
They’d come to a deserted section of the Ministry. There were only a handful of closed doors lining the corridor. No one was around except for a pair of Aurors who flanked a bare wooden door.
“Is she awake yet?” Kingsley asked the two men as they neared.
“Yes, sir,” one answered quickly. “She woke up about twenty minutes ago and immediately began asking for Harry Potter.”
“I’ll take it from here,” Harry said.
“Are you sure?” Kingsley asked. “I can come in with you if you’d like.”
Harry shook his head. “It’ll be simpler if I’m alone.”
“I’ll wait out here for you then,” Kingsley said.
The two Aurors stood aside as Harry turned the door knob and swiftly stepped inside of the dimly lit room. There was nothing more than a pair of empty chairs in the room, but the wall opposite the door was made up of glass. There was another small room beyond there with nothing more than a bed, a toilet, and a frantic-looking woman who calmed the instant she spotted Harry.
“Master,” Bellatrix Lestrange—or was it Bellatrix Black now that her marriage contract was void?—said as she dropped to her knees. “You’ve come back for me.”
“Reluctantly,” Harry said as he sat down in one of the chairs. “They tell me that you’re not eating. Why?”
“Because you’re not here,” she pouted at him. She brushed her messy black locks away from her face. “I can’t live without you, Master.”
“I can assure you that you can,” Harry replied. “You did it for quite a few years before Voldemort died.”
Bellatrix’s face twisted up in a look Harry couldn’t quite decipher. “I’ve already told you that he tricked me. My marriage contract did things to my mind… but I’m sure about the way I feel now.”
The reality that Bellatrix’s marriage contract to Rodolphus Lestrange had altered her mind was something that had weighed upon Harry heavily. She’d been under a powerful magical compulsion from the moment of her forced marriage until the death of her husband during the Battle for Hogwarts. It was the only reason she’d been able to be captured after the war, as she’d chosen to stand down rather than continue on the fighting once her sanity had returned.
Harry felt distinctly uncomfortable with the fact that the woman who’d killed his godfather was now so devoted to him, but this was the reality in which he lived. He couldn’t change anything about it.
There was no sense in arguing where her loyalties lay. Harry had already tried such tactics in the months prior to now, and nothing seemed to sink in.
“You need to eat,” Harry said, changing the topic entirely.
“Only if you promise to visit me,” Bellatrix insisted.
Merlin, she seemed so different to how she did before. The crazed lunatic who’d tormented him and killed his godfather was replaced with a dutiful servant who worshipped the ground upon which he walked. It was strange and twisted in so many ways, least of all the fact that she was clearly in love with him.
“I’ll visit you as often as I can,” Harry replied, hoping she wouldn’t notice the misdirect he intended.
Of course, she did. Despite being brainwashed by her marriage contract, Bellatrix was no fool.
“That’s not good enough,” she insisted. “I want to see you every day.”
“That won’t happen,” Harry promised her. “I can try to visit whenever I’m free, but—”
“No!” Bellatrix snapped. She was angry now. “I can’t let you out of my sight again! You were gone for so long.”
“I’m sorry,” Harry said reflexively. “But I can’t be around you all of the time.”
“Why not?” Bellatrix asked, pouting again.
Harry groaned and buried his face in his hands. No matter what explanation he gave her, it was never good enough. He didn’t know what else he could do.
“Look, just eat your meals, okay,” Harry finally said. “If you’re good for the next three days, I promise I’ll come back to visit you.”
“When will you visit me?” Bellatrix asked desperately.
“On Sunday, the day after your last meal,” Harry clarified for her.
Bellatrix leaned back upon her heels as she shifted her stance. She took in his words and contemplated his offer.
“How about tomorrow?” She suggested.
“No.” Harry shut down her idea immediately. He couldn’t show up to the Ministry day after day. Hell, he didn’t even know what he wanted to do with his life. Hogwarts and the Auror Department were both sending owls to him, asking him to come and join them. He hadn’t provided an answer yet, but the pressure was building.
Bellatrix didn’t seem pleased with his response, but neither did she lash out again. “Okay,” she said tentatively. “Three sleeps, and then you’ll be here. Promise?”
“I promise,” Harry reluctantly agreed.
“Then send in my meal,” Bellatrix declared. She finally stood back up and retreated to her bed, where she waited patiently for her food to be delivered.
“I’ll get it in a moment,” Harry replied as he stood up too. He didn’t miss the longing look she sent his way as he headed for the door. She wanted him to stay, but he simply couldn’t.
Kingsley was waiting outside just as he’d said. The man was leaning up against the opposite wall from Harry, casually chatting with the two Aurors who remained at guard.
“Well?” Kingsley asked.
“She’ll eat,” Harry replied. “But she wants me to visit again in exchange for it.”
“That was just what I feared,” Kingsley groaned. He buried his face in his hands and tried to rub the stress and tiredness away, but he failed to do so. “Look, Harry, she’s unstable without you around.”
“Don’t I know it,” Harry snorted. “You’ve sent me enough letters to make that clear.”
Kingsley chose to ignore his snarky comment. “The Department of Mysteries has provided me with some unique bracelets. They prevent the wearer from using magic or doing anything to harm anyone else without suffering some severe consequences.”
Harry felt the pit in his stomach drop. “Where are you going with this?”
Kingsley swallowed deeply, understanding the gravity of what he was about to ask. “I want you to take Bellatrix home with you.”
Instantly, the man’s hands were up, warding off Harry’s protests.
“I know how insane this sounds,” Kingsley began.
“Do you?” Harry asked.
“But it’s what’s best for Bellatrix in the long run,” Kingsley grimaced. “She’s been tried and sentenced, and with Azkaban undefended by Dementors, we can’t simply send her there. If the Wizengamot got wind of the fact that we let a daughter of a Noble and Ancient House perish under our watch, there’d be hell to pay. I might even be ousted, and all of our progress to improving the Wizarding World would be undone. I don’t ask this of you lightly, Harry, but I have no other choice.”
The two Aurors chose to look away at that moment. Any support Harry had for this crazy idea was lost.
“I can’t just let her into my life like that,” Harry replied after several seconds of pause.
“I understand how difficult it must be for you, but please understand that we have no other choice,” Kingsley pleaded. “If I could have her locked away far from sight, I would, but that’s not the reality that we’re dealing with. I trust in what the bracelets will do. No one would be able to be harmed by Bellatrix ever again, and she’ll be restricted to Grimmauld Place. Please, Harry. I’m having a hard enough time dealing with the pure-blood factions as it is. Doing this would be a sign of reconciliation and a path towards a brighter tomorrow.”
This was why Harry never dared enter into politics. After the war, he’d received plenty of support from countless Wizengamot members, and he’d wisely turned them all down. He didn’t want to deal with complicated cases like this, but it seemed like he had no choice now.
He couldn’t believe that his mind was even contemplating this. This was the woman who killed his godfather, the woman who had terrorised him, the woman who had nearly killed his other loved ones. Why should he owe her any decency or respect?
Because she was twisted by darkness.
It almost sounded as though Dumbledore had spoken those words in his mind. The feeling of sympathy and understanding flooded him suddenly. It didn’t absolve Bellatrix of all that she had done, but he couldn’t fault her entirely either knowing that the marriage contract that she’d been under had compelled her to follow Voldemort and carry out his evil whims.
“Fine,” Harry finally said. “But I—”
“Anything you need, we’ll make it happen,” Kingsley assured him before he could speak. It looked as though a great weight had been lifted off of his shoulders. “Thank you, Harry.”
As nice as Kingsley’s thanks were, Harry couldn’t help but wonder if he was already about to regret his decision.
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“This is your room,” Harry said, gesturing to the blank canvas that laid before him. While there was a bed, wardrobe, and desk, none were decorated with any of the usual things anyone would find in a lived-in space.
Despite that, Bellatrix didn’t seem to mind in the slightest. In fact, she seemed ecstatic to simply be in the same room as Harry.
“I love it,” Bellatrix declared. “Thank you for giving this to me, Master.”
“Please, just call me Harry,” he replied as he glanced down at the two glowing bracelets around her wrists. The twinned bands of bronze were plain in every way possible except for the subtle green glow that they each emitted. Bellatrix hadn’t commented upon them once since her release into his custody. Harry didn’t know if he should be comforted or worried about that fact.
With a twist of her body, Bellatrix plopped down onto the bed and stretched out her limbs.
“It’s only big enough to fit just me,” she pouted.
That was a purposeful decision on Harry’s part. Given her desire to be close to him, he didn’t want to give her any untoward ideas.
“Seeing as you’re no longer married to your former husband, I didn’t see the need to prepare a larger bed,” Harry lied.
“But what about when you spend the night?” Bellatrix asked.
Harry wanted to scoff. “There’s no way I’m spending the night with you.”
“Why not?” Bellatrix frowned.
“Where to begin,” Harry rolled his eyes. “You’ve tormented me for years and killed my godfather before gloating about it.”
Bellatrix went quiet for a moment. “I’m sorry about all of it. I never truly wanted to do that to you… or to Sirius. You know about what my marriage contract did to me.”
“Hermione explained it to me, but a lot of it went over my head,” Harry admitted. “Oh yeah, you owe her an apology too.”
“I will,” Bellatrix said sincerely. “If she’ll see me that is. I don’t know if I would if I was in her place.”
Neither did Harry, but that was a problem for another day.
“I’ve always known that I had something odd about me,” Bellatrix continued. “My Uncle Orion, Sirius’ dad, looked into the family archives and discovered an old magical ability that used to be more common over a thousand years ago. Some witches and wizards feel drawn to powerful witches and wizards and want to serve them, but it’s a bit more complicated than that. There has to be a sort of connection between the two for a bond to form.”
“And your magical contract tricked this ability in you?” Harry asked, trying to remember exactly what Hermione had explained to him.
“Yes,” Bellatrix nodded. “My parents feared that I wouldn’t be able to find a husband since my magical ability would always make me loyal to someone else, so they used those same records my uncle found to research an old ritual that they were able to tie into the language of a marriage contract. They married me off right after I turned eighteen, and the contract went into effect right then. I was stuck worshipping Voldemort as my master the way I should have been worshipping you. It wasn’t until Rodolphus died that the magic wore off and I realised everything that I’d done.”
This wasn’t entirely new information to him, but hearing it come from Bellatrix did let him hear the genuine regret in her voice. She was a victim forced into behaving a certain way.
“It still doesn’t change what happened,” Harry reluctantly said. He wished that he could feel differently, but he didn’t.
“Okay,” Bellatrix said quietly as she sat down on her bed.
Harry felt awkward as he lingered in the doorway to her room. “Breakfast will be ready in the morning. If you need anything, just call for Kreature.”
“Okay,” Bellatrix repeated, not quite able to look at him.
Harry quickly left her then, hurrying up to his bedroom where he could go to bed and pretend that this entire mess was just a bad dream.
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“Ahh!” Bellatrix screamed.
Harry looked up from the breakfast in front of him to see Bellatrix clutching her wrist as a knife went clattering to the floor, sending a spray of blueberry jam across the table.
“Mistress Bella!” Kreature exclaimed in surprise as he rushed forward to help her.
Bellatrix’s body twitched and trembled for several seconds longer until the bracelet around her wrist turned from its fiery-red colour back to its bronze sheen.
“I guess it doesn’t like me even holding a knife around you,” Bellatrix let out a small laugh, hiding the pain in her voice.
“You weren’t thinking about stabbing me with it, were you?” Harry asked, half joking as he got to his feet. He picked the knife up off of the floor and set it aside on the counter top.
“Of course not!” Bellatrix protested. “I’d never dream of doing that to you, Master.”
“Right,” Harry muttered.
He went back to his seat and returned to his breakfast, only glancing up again when he saw Bellatrix’s eyes flickering between her bare piece of toast and the small jar of jam next to her.
With a sigh, Harry picked up his knife. “Would you like me to put some jam on your toast for you?”
The brightest smile shone across Bellatrix’s lips as she passed her plate and the jam over to him.
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Harry was reading casually in the sitting room on the main floor of Grimmauld Place when he heard Bellatrix’s feet stomping down the stairs. She was grumbling something, not quite loud enough for Harry to hear what it was. She marched all the way into the room and came to a stop next to the sofa Harry was lounging atop.
“Can you ignite the fireplace for me, Master?” Bellatrix asked sweetly as she crumpled something in her hands.
Harry gently rested his book against his chest. “Why?” He asked with a curious look.
“No reason,” Bellatrix smiled.
“You wouldn’t lie to me, would you?” Harry asked.
Her silence spoke volumes.
“Would you like to try again? Why do you want me to start a fire?” Harry asked.
“Because of this shite,” Bellatrix snapped as she showed him the paper in her hands. He faintly recognised the Daily Prophet logo poking out from between her fingers.
“What are they saying now?” Harry rolled his eyes. Apparently, killing Voldemort wasn’t enough to stop them from speculating and commenting upon his life.
“Filthy lies,” Bellatrix hissed angrily. She crumpled the paper further as she ranted. “Rita Skeeter is a vile woman! She seems to think that you’ve eloped with an Australian witch and are planning to have children out of wedlock! She goes on to insinuate that your time fighting in the war has left you depressed and jaded and that this is your way of acting out! She begs someone responsible to step in to help manage your life before you lose your sanity and become a danger to yourself and the public at large!”
“Just another Monday,” Harry shrugged.
The fury in Bellatrix’s eyes grew at his words. “She should be punished for saying this!”
“I’m sure that Kingsley will have a word with them,” Harry replied. “It’s not the first time since the war’s end that he’s had to come down hard on the press.”
“He should wipe the pathetic paper from the face of this earth,” Bellatrix seethed.
“Will you calm down if I let you burn the paper?” Harry asked.
“A little,” Bellatrix answered.
“Fine.”
He pulled out his wand and gave a gentle flick of his wrist to send out a burst of flames into the fireplace. The logs within ignited swiftly, crackling away merrily.
Bellatrix practically dove down onto her knees in front of the fire and smoothed out the paper on her thighs. Then, she delicately tossed the paper onto the flames and watched eagerly as the fire ate away at it. She didn’t seem to move a single muscle or even blink as she watched the paper become entirely consumed by the flames.
“Thank you, Master,” Bellatrix said as she stood back up and made her way out of the room.
Harry just shook his head. Was this the type of craziness that Voldemort had to deal with?
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Exhausted, Harry walked into Grimmauld Place with barely a coherent thought in his mind. His morning had been spent at Platform 9 & 3/4 assuring the parents sending their children off to Hogwarts that things were safe there. That was followed by a lengthy press conference at the Ministry, responding to a number of questions from the press afterwards, meeting with various senior Ministry officials to show his support for the new path the Ministry was taking, and then a grand dinner hosted in his honour where he met with countless members of the Wizengamot.
Honestly, there was nothing more that he wanted to do than to collapse in his bed. It was already nearly ten at night, and he’d been up since six. The worst part was that he had another long day ahead of him tomorrow.
So, as he made his way inside, he waved off Kreature’s offer of a late-night cup of tea and headed straight for his room. He didn’t even bother to take off his robes as he pushed the door closed behind himself and plunged face first onto his bed.
He didn’t know how long he laid there before he rolled over onto his side, but he did remember the feeling of panic in his chest when he saw a set of white teeth in the corner of his room reflecting the moonlight from the nearby window.
Harry leapt into action, drawing his wand and quickly igniting the candles he kept in his room to see what was going on. He had a curse on the tip of his tongue when he realised that it was simply Bellatrix standing in the corner of his room.
“What in the bloody hell are you doing?” Harry asked as he sucked in a deep breath. “I nearly killed you!”
“I just wanted to make sure that you came home tonight,” she told him.
“Yeah?” Harry scoffed. “And you couldn’t have waited by the front door like a sane person?”
“You’ve apparated straight into your bedroom before to avoid me,” Bellatrix pointed out.
She wasn’t wrong, but he didn’t realise that she knew that he’d purposefully done that.
“Still, why didn’t you say anything when I got in?” Harry asked.
“You seemed tired,” Bellatrix said, sounding like she was pointing out something obvious to a child. “I figured that you could use some rest, and I just wanted to watch over you to make sure that you got some.”
“That is so creepy,” Harry shook his head.
“It would’ve been less creepy if you’d just let me sleep in your bed,” Bellatrix argued. “But you banned me from doing that.”
“Because I woke up one morning with you sleeping right next to me!” Harry exclaimed.
“It wasn’t a big deal,” Bellatrix protested. “We were both dressed.”
“That’s not the point!” Harry groaned, burying his face in his hands. “Look, Bellatrix, just go to sleep in your own room.”
“I don’t want to, Master,” Bellatrix pouted. “I want to sleep in here with you.”
“Too bad,” Harry replied. “This is a command from your Master.”
Surprisingly, Bellatrix accepted that immediately. Whether it was his controlling tone or the authority he exerted, she seemed to accept his word as law.
“Goodnight then, Master,” she nodded dutifully as she swiftly exited the room.
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Harry needed to get out of the house. It was a wonderful weekend where he had no obligations to take care of, and he was sick of lounging around and doing nothing. He considered apparating somewhere, but he didn’t have a concrete place in mind. So, after making sure that there weren’t any reporters out in front of his home, Harry made his way outside and across the street to the muggle park that was there.
A few families lingered about, watching or playing with their small children in the mid-afternoon sun. It was a heartwarming sight. One day, Harry knew that he’d like to have a family of his own, but he needed to find the right woman for that first. And then there was the Bellatrix situation to deal with.
How was he ever going to find a loving partner when he had to keep Bellatrix around. It would be so much easier if she hadn’t been magically tricked into doing all that she’d done, and Harry could see the sincerity and repentance in her every day.
Like it or not, she was a part of his life for now. Unless he managed to find some way around her utter devotion to him, which seemed unlikely, he’d be stuck with her until one of them died.
The morose thought lingered in his mind as he walked aimlessly through the park. Eventually, he found a bench to sit down on and relax as the gentle autumn breeze soothed him. He barely noticed as the clouds began to grow and slowly cover the sky, nor all of the families strangely leaving the park at exactly the same time.
The only sign that something was wrong was the crackling energy that suddenly filled the air.
Acting more by instinct than anything else, Harry hurled himself forward and dropped to his belly as the vibrant green Killing Curse missed his head by less than a metre. It crashed into a tree, sending up shards of bark.
“For the Dark Lord!” A masked, robed Death Eater shouted, and half a dozen cheers greeted his words.
Harry cursed and scrambled to his feet, reaching for his wand that he kept stowed safely within his trousers. He managed to pull it out just as he spun away from another Killing Curse, but an eagle-eyed Death Eater managed to clip his hand with a Stinging Hex. The sharp pain made him unconsciously open his wand, causing his wand to drop to the ground.
Suddenly, he was tackled from behind. A Death Eater was grappling with him, his gloved hands going for Harry’s neck.
Harry threw elbows and kicked backwards against the man’s bulk, but it seemed to be no use. The man was just too strong and had no issue pulling Harry away from his wand.
No matter how much he struggled, Harry couldn’t make any headway. His efforts ceased when another Death Eater bound his legs and arms together, letting the Death Eater that was holding him hoist him up over his shoulder.
“You’re going to pay for what you did,” the original Death Eater who’d shouted hissed. He came right up to Harry’s face and punched him hard, sending a jolting pain throughout his jaw.
“You don’t have to do this,” Harry told them sincerely. “There are Aurors always on watch here. The Ministry will be here soon.”
The Death Eater laughed. “Who do you think we took out first? Honestly, Potter, we’re not idiots. There’s no one coming to help you.”
No, Harry wouldn’t resign to his fate. He had to think of something. He could do a little wandless magic, but would that be enough to deal with them all?
The Death Eaters deposited him at the base of the tree that’d taken the Killing Curse and formed a rough semi-circle around him. They were all laughing and jeering at Harry, drunk on glory at having captured Harry Potter.
“Should we do this slow or fast?” One of them asked.
“We’ve got time,” another replied. “Let’s take it slow.”
A gasp left Harry’s lips as a Cutting Curse sliced his belly open. Then he grunted as a Bludgeoning Hex smashed against his shoulder. He only truly cried out in pain when a boot met his nose, breaking it cleanly.
Throughout the abuse he suffered, the Death Eaters continued to taunt him mercilessly. They’d pause their assault just to leave enough time for the pain from all of Harry’s current injuries to grow before they resumed again.
They were so lost in their little game that they didn’t hear the footsteps coming up behind them.
Through a rapidly-swelling eye, Harry spotted her. Bellatrix was running towards them with Harry’s wand in her hands. The two bracelets on her wrist were glowing a violent red and her face was screwed up in pain, but that wasn’t enough to stop her from saving him.
“Sectumsempra!”
A spray of blood erupted from the neck of one of the Death Eaters, but Bellatrix wasn’t done yet. With a twist of Harry’s wand, all of the blood spewing from the Death Eater coalesced into hundreds of tiny droplets suspended in the air. Then, Bellatrix jabbed her wand forward, and those droplets fired off like rockets.
The Death Eaters screamed as the blood burned straight through their robes and flesh. They all went down scratching at their hole-filled bodies. The only reason Harry hadn’t gotten caught in the crossfire was because he was already prone on the ground when the attack happened.
“I’ve got you, Master,” Bellatrix promised him as she waved his wand at him. She let out a little cry of pain as her bracelets flared even brighter, and Harry was close enough now to see that they were literally burning her flesh, but he was too weak to tell her to stop.
Harry was levitated into the air, and Bellatrix took off at a sprint back to Grimmauld Place. Harry’s body went flying along behind her.
Bellatrix lunged through the open doorway and collapsed onto the floor, finally letting out a scream as she dropped Harry’s wand and clutched her wrists. The burning bracelets finally subsided now that she was back inside and not wielding a wand. Still, the damage was done, and she thrashed about painfully for several moments as Harry hung suspended in the air.
“Kreature!” Harry managed to call out.
The house-elf appeared at a moment’s notice and gasped at the state of the two of them. Without needing any commands to be given, Kreature swiftly set about getting them set up on sofas in the sitting room. He brought the potion-storage crate Harry kept on hand and swiftly began to administer aid to Harry.
“Help Bellatrix first,” he insisted. “That’s an order.”
“No,” Bellatrix protested weakly.
Kreature clearly wanted to ignore Harry’s order, but he was honour-bound to do so anyway. He gathered up a thick potion that he liberally applied to Bellatrix’s wrists to help deal with the painful, blistering burns she had on there before rushing back to Harry’s side.
After half-a-dozen potions, Harry felt his body starting to mend itself back together. His cuts were closing up and the swelling in his face was going down. When he felt strong enough to stand on his own two feet, he got up and collected his wand before standing himself in front of a mirror.
“Episkey,” he said as he pointed his wand at his broken nose. He grimaced at the hot and cold sensations that passed through him, but his nose was set back in place.
When he returned, he saw that Kreature was tending to Bellatrix again. Her burnt skin was flaking off as new, fresh skin appeared underneath. It was amazing how wonderful magic could truly be.
“Thank you, Kreature,” Harry said. “I’ll take it from here.”
“Please call Kreature if you need anything,” the house-elf bowed before disappearing.
Harry knelt down before Bellatrix. “You saved me,” he muttered softly.
“Of course I did,” Bellatrix laughed. “You’re my Master.”
“I know,” Harry said, feeling like he truly understood her far better now. “But I still didn’t expect it. Part of me wondered if this was all an act.”
“I would never lie to you,” Bellatrix promised him. “Everything I did before…”
“It wasn’t your fault,” Harry said with a sincerity that surprised even him. “You were being controlled, and now it feels like we’re both seeing the real you for the first time in ages.”
“Exactly,” Bellatrix nodded eagerly.
“If there’s anything I can do to repay you, you’d simply have to ask,” Harry offered.
“I could never ask anything of you for simply serving you, Master,” Bellatrix replied.
“I insist,” Harry told her. “There must be something.”
“Could…” Bellatrix paused, hesitating in an uncharacteristic way. “Could I stay with you tonight? In your bed?”
One look into her eyes told him her true intent. He was her Master, and she wanted to serve him in every way she could.
Honestly, it was impossible to say that Harry didn’t find her physically attractive. Despite her age, she still looked to be in her late twenties. Her thick black hair, dark eyes, and beautiful features made her a sight to behold now that the years spent in Azkaban had washed away from her.
Did he want her? Yes.
“Okay,” Harry answered.
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The sheer black negligee that Bellatrix had chosen to wear to bed did little to hide her luscious curves. Her rosy-pink nipples stood out against the translucent fabric, but she didn’t seem at all bothered by that. In fact, she appeared to quite enjoy the attention he gave her body.
Yet, when it came time to slip into bed, Bellatrix did nothing. She got herself underneath the covers and cosied herself up against Harry’s side and laid there, slowly drifting off to sleep.
Harry would have done so as well were it not for his painful erection. Seeing Bellatrix so exposed to him had his body on edge. Even with an arm wrapped around her, he hesitated in touching her just yet.
“You can do as you like with me, Master,” Bellatrix whispered softly against his chest.
“But what do you want?” He asked.
Her eyes flickered up to meet his gaze. “I think you already know.”
The second he kissed her, it was like a light flipped in Bellatrix’s head. Suddenly, he was hers as much as she was his, and she didn’t need to play coy any longer.
Harry groaned as Bellatrix flipped over onto his lap and placed her womanhood right above his aching cock. She rubbed herself against him, letting him feel just how wet her panties were beneath that negligee of hers.
“I’ve been waiting for this for too long,” Bellatrix groaned deeply. “You feel so nice and thick, far bigger than my husband was. It’s going to be wonderful inside of me.”
Merlin, Harry wanted this so bad. He slid one of his hands beneath her negligee and tapped her panties with his index finger. With just a little force of magic, he made them vanish straight off of her.
The sudden hot connection between their bodies made them both jolt in surprise. Bellatrix’s wetness spread along Harry’s shaft as she rocked her hips back and forth, getting ready for when he’d be inside of her.
“Fuck,” Bellatrix bit her lip. “Tell me what to do, Master.”
Did she get off on this? Hell, he was starting to think that he might get off on it too.
“I command you to ride my cock,” Harry ordered her.
“At once, Mas—TER!!!” Bellatrix cried out as she impaled herself on his cock.
Her unbelievably tight walls wrapped around his cock as she sank all the way down in a single motion. Harry gasped at the incredible pleasure, but he wasn’t even given a chance to recover before Bellatrix started to ride him. Apparently, she took his words too literally.
Watching Bellatrix bounce on top of his cock was something out of a late-night dream. With only the moonlight to illuminate her gorgeous figure, Harry was tantalised as he gripped her hips and watched her ride him. She was doing it like her life depended on it, like him and his cock were the only things that mattered in this world. She was going fast and hard, letting her plump arse smack off of his thighs noisily each time she slammed herself all the way back down.
“Fuck,” Harry groaned as he rested his head back against the pillows. “You feel fucking amazing.”
“I’m glad I can please you, Master,” Bellatrix purred. She reached up and grabbed the straps of her negligee and pulled them off of her shoulders, letting her large breasts spring free from their confines.
Harry latched onto them with his hands immediately, squeezing the gorgeous, pale orbs like he’d wanted to since they got into bed together. They were lovely and hefty, but there was something he wanted to do more than squeeze them.
Bellatrix seemed to understand his desire implicitly. She didn’t even stop riding his cock when she leaned forward, getting her breasts close enough to his face.
Suddenly, Harry opened his mouth and latched onto one of her nipples. The stiffened nub seemed incredibly sensitive as Harry flicked his tongue against it and tugged at it with his lips. Bellatrix’s pussy would squeeze his cock in reply, showing just how much she loved his touch.
There didn’t seem to be anything better in this world than having Bellatrix’s breasts in his face while she rode his cock. Her silky hot walls were pleasuring his cock unlike anything else, and her fast pace was leaving both of them breathless.
But still, Harry wanted more. He wanted to thrust into Bellatrix himself.
“Stop,” Harry ordered suddenly.
Bellatrix looked stunned and almost hurt as she did as he commanded, but that expression didn’t last long when Harry sat up and wrapped his arms around her.
“I want you on your side,” he told her.
With a wicked grin, Bellatrix spun around on his cock so that she was facing away from him. Then, Harry rolled them onto their sides and hoisted Bellatrix’s leg up into the air to help him be able to thrust into her pussy even better. His other hand slid beneath her body to roughly grab onto one of her breasts as he started fucking her.
“Oh fuck, Harry,” Bellatrix whined as her pussy squeezed around his cock. “Yes, give it to me. Fucking cum in me.”
Harry’s cock throbbed, nearly betraying him and doing exactly as Bellatrix asked. “Not until you cum first,” he told her.
Her body shivered at that. “I’m close,” she told him.
Good. Hopefully, he could stay under control until then.
Bellatrix twisted her neck so that she could kiss Harry as he pounded into her pussy just as roughly as she’d ridden his cock. “Don’t stop,” she begged him.
Harry had no intention of doing so. He kissed her back passionately and savoured every thrust he made inside of her tight pussy. Each thrust brought him closer and closer to the edge, and he knew that it was doing the same to her. Her pussy felt so greedy for more that it was already beginning to quiver from his motions. It almost felt like it was trying to milk his cock of every last drop of cum he had.
Their ragged breathing intertwined as they both were flung over the edge. Bellatrix’s back arched sharply, breaking off their kiss as she screamed Harry’s name to the heavens. Her pussy spasmed around his cock, contracting and fluttering like mad as Harry started to pump his thick seed inside of her. Harry felt like he came harder than ever before as he let loose everything he had inside of her.
The afterglow of it all left Harry overwhelmed and thoroughly satisfied.
“Thank you, Master,” Bellatrix moaned softly as she wiggled her arse against him.
Maybe having Bellatrix around in his life wasn’t going to be so bad after all. Why would he bother with another woman when he had her?
