Chapter 4

As Bellatrix continues to walk to the dungeon, she thinks extensively about her niece and how crazy it seems that she has joined them. Though out of love for Harry than their cause. She ready herself to face what was in front of her, the idea that she may never have a kid of her own. When she looks at Tonks, she sees something that was once a distant pain of not knowing what it would be like to have a child of her own.

At this point now, she felt confident that she could but, she nevermore attempted the idea just yet. The acknowledgment that her new lord's power would heal her predicament. She gave up all hope once. While the idea that she would even be able to have a child at her age was possible, not to also say that the 15 years at Azkaban diminish her probability.

Now though, her newfound lord's powers help bring her back to a goddess-like form. She now looked 26 rather than 46 and, while her stay at Azkaban probably made her attraction worse. She had something she would have never had found was love from someone who experienced her pain and came from nothing more than a muggled world. Living with wizard blood and treated like nothing but an abomination and waste of space, they called him. In all her years, she never thought Harry Potter, the boy-who-lived, the dark lord, Voldemort's rival. Would be the one she loved, the one who could give her something she probably wanted more than blood supremacy, chaos, and her fetish for torture and killing.

A chance to have a child, a child that would show their features and have his heart for merlin's sake, she knew she was a handful and insufferable. She once dreamed when she was a teenager, to have at least three or two, but for her luck, now she wishes for just one.

The idea of her having Harry Potter's child in her arms was mad. Him being by her side, smiling down on his or her's small cute face with violet and emerald-colored eyes made her tear up and smile.

As she was at the door, she wiped away the tears and composed herself to talk to her niece. When she opened the door, she saw Tonk's cordial expression meaning she could converse with her. She also noticed her clothes in which she had to have guessed had been Harry's doing.

"Hello, Nymphy, dear." She said, walking down the stone stairs.

Tonks Sighed and threw her head down in annoyance, hair still purple.

"You too. I have to tell you, auntie, I hate my first name." She said, slightly tired of telling everyone she hates her name.

"I could see why, a metamorphous with the word nympho in her name could be the cause for that reason, I guess." She said, now looking at her niece from a respectful distance.

"You're partly right, I would like to have a name that is a less old fashion. I like it to be simple."

"Well, mine, your mothers and Narcissa are from stars in the constellations. Though some people think I'm a mistress who likes bondage sex and desire to dominate males. Though they never said it to my face." She said with a little playfulness.

"Do you, auntie?"

"Well...Just ask our lord, and you'll find out." She had a grin on her face when she said that.

Tonk's snickered.

Bellatrix smiled at that. She loves to see she was bonding with her niece.

"Could you find another name you can call me by." Tonks pouted, looking at her aunt.

"Mmm...No. I find it easier to get your attention." Bellatrix teased.

Tonks again threw her head down and sighed.

Bellatrix knew what she was down here for. Not just to tell her the plan they were cooking up, but also the help her niece with her mental experience.

Her smile faded away, as did Tonks.

"Nymphadora, I've heard from our lord and my sister that you haven't been yourself for a while. Some of the former death eaters reported that you chopped up, killed, or maimed 25 of their comrades. I hear you've tortured one individual to find out more about us, though it worked. You blackout randomly on some occasions. I've even heard some say you look like me when you're doing it. Crazed, sadistic smile and the insatiable feeling to kill anything in sight that you deem that needs to be destroyed." Tonk's notice Bellatrix's tone. It was full of concern, curiosity, and worry.

Tonks took a deep breath and looked at her aunt's expression seeing all of it on her face. Bellatrix waved her hands a couple of times and conjured two chairs, she took her seat and gestured to her niece to sit in the other. Tonks took her place and began.

"I don't remember many, but I do remember when I tortured one of yours. Moody said to bring one back alive, it wasn't that hard going through the bodies to tell which were living. When we took him back to headquarters moody, some of the other auror's, shite even the twins had a go at him. He didn't speak. Until it was my turn."

Bellatrix heard Tonk's tone it, was dark, passionate, but also sacred. Her expressions told that she remembers it all too well, of course, everyone remembers their first time being the torturer.

" I asked him why try to attack Ms. Bones. When he didn't answer, I punched him in the face I could feel his nose shatter under my fist. He grunted, of course, I asked again, and he stayed silent. I struck him over and over and over and over again. I could feel his jaw and cheekbones being crushed by my fist, he said to wait, but I didn't hear him, I just kept punching until I tired. When I finally gave him a minute for myself and him, he said Corban called for the attack. I asked for the last name, he just looked at me as if to say you know I can't. I took out my wand and pointed at his knee and used the bone-shattering curse. His pain was my fuel, his screams where my ammo, I wanted to break him."

Her voice started to become uneasy, she started getting frantic and looking around as if someone was listening, waiting for her confession. Bellatrix grabbed Tonks's hand that was shaking, and with two hands, held her niece firmly.

"Nymphadora calm, it only me and you. I won't hurt you, I promise." She said slowly and calmly, using a little bit of magic to ease her niece. Tonks stopped shaking and composed herself, though her voice was still uneasy and shaky.

She continued.

"He then said Corban Yaxley. The head of the department of magical law enforcement, now why would he do that. A stupid question right, yea. I looked at him and asked when the next meeting will be. Yet he still didn't learn so, I shattered his other knee and..and I use the cruciatus curse and put all my rage, hurt, sadness, and death all into it. It felt absolutely exhilarating and dangerous the idea of someone's nerves being in your control, was a power I never thought was possible for me. I held it so long, I think he still convulsing now. I asked one more question. I inquired if he knew anybody that uses a clay shard curse, he looked at me with honest confusion. And with that, I left, but not before shattering his hands and feet."

Tonks felt there was something wrong with her, and she knew there was. It was deep within her, awoken by trauma, depression, and jealousy. She cried in her hands. Bellatrix understood what was happening to her niece. Much like her, there was a darkness in her waiting to conquer her magic. And when you reach your lowest point, you find no other way than embrace it and live by it. Tonks's magic is fighting that darkness and, Tonks has had a hard time keeping the corruption away.

Bellatrix would not let her niece be corrupted by said darkness. She rushed to her and wrapped her arms around her. She put Tonks's head on her shoulder.

"Nymphadora, there is a darkness in you, fighting against your magic do not let it win, you will not permit it to prevail, do you hear me." Her word where powerful stoic, proud, and heartwarming. Like a mother telling their child, they are the best thing in the world.

Tonks crying ceased and pulled back to face her aunt. To say that Tonks was shocked was an understatement, finding the most feared woman in the wizarding world caring for her as her mother would, was just baffling.

"How do I prevail in this fight, auntie Bellatrix?" She asked tear stains on her face.

"You have to find an anchor. It can be anything, a person, an object, a spell. You just have to find it inside." She said, her voice nearly breaking as she spoke.

"What was your anchor, Auntie?" She asked, not knowing she had just shattered Bellatrix's wall.

Bellatrix's lips quivered, and her voice broke when saying, "I-I didn't have one, I never had one. Until now, I found him as my anchor, and I escaped the darkness." She had tears running down her cheek. She trembles while Tonks now holds her up.

"How do you know auntie and, how will I know, please tell me?" She asked, desperately wanting an answer.

After Bellatrix wiped her tears away, she looked at her naive niece.

She smiled.

"Oh, you foolish, naive woman Nymphadora. You can produce a Patronus, can't you?" She said her expression said, "you can't be that daft."

Tonks Nodded.

"Well, what was it before?" She asked.

"A wolf, for my husband, who was taken from me." She said there was a pain in her voice when she spoke.

"B-But, what does that mean, auntie? Does it imply I no longer have that powerful love for my former husband?" She asked frantically, thinking she'd lost her significant love for Remus.

Bellatrix walked up to Tonks, her hands gently caressing her cheeks.

"No, no, no, my sweet Nymphadora, you will always remember your fierce love for him. It just means Harry is now the thing you care most dear about, and your love is no less for your husband than it is for Harry. He is your anchor, just as he is mine." Tonks was yet again appalled by the compassion and warmth of her aunt. She was talking to her like a mother, she even held her like her mother. She clearly found out that this was not the same woman that killed their cousin or dueled her while in the department of mysteries.

"That man, our Lord, My love. I never thought I would escape the darkness when I was under the dark lord. While I had him captive and tortured him, even raped him. I didn't expect him to show the type of power and restraint he had for pain. When he dueled the dark lord, he was so powerful and battle-hardened, it made my heart and magic attracted to him. After we captured them, they broke free of their restraints and started dueling your aunt and Draco, he was besting Draco and disarmed him. When granger decided to escape my grasp, I retrieve my wand from the floor but was knocked into the wall. Harry sent a powerful blasting curse at Lucius and turned him to ash. And again, he manages to unleash that power for a brief moment, but as always, he passed out as quick as it happened. At that moment, the Weasley decided on trying to chop my sister in half with that blasted sword. So I use the killing curse to stop that nonsense from happening."

Tonks finally heard how Ron died and now realizing that Bellatrix did what any other family member would do. Which was to protect their sibling by any means necessary. It made it more understanding, but the hurt was still there.

"I did so much to him. I think he's told you and he didn't even break. Same as the granger fellow, but clearly, her love for him was the thing that was pushing her. Till then, I was dealing with imbeciles and grew tired of some of their complaints. There lousy when it comes to common sense, something Harry has taught me throughout this run of him changing the wizarding world. After I had my sister and six other witches have him, I then laid with him. But before all that happened, I had heard him talk about his relatives and what he lived with. Right then and there, I had found someone with the same suffering and pain, as I did. The idea of me being around those mudbloods. It would make my skin crawl. If he didn't tell me to stop my searching for them, they would have been skinned alive slowly. Asking them the worst punishment they did to him and exacting it on them tenfold."

Her fist was clenched so hard she drew blood, she relaxed and let out a deep sigh. She also had to keep her occlumency shields in check cause she also had a monster deep down she didn't want to let out.

She turned to her niece.

"Have you got to spend time around those repulsive muggles, cause I'll tell you this some of those scars aren't just from me." She said her expression had distaste and hatred.

Tonks nodded.

"And tell me, Nymphadora. What were they like?" She asked she already knew, but wanted to see what her niece though of them.

"Absolutely dreadful. Downright ungrateful, spiteful, nasty, and unbearable muggles. The worst sorts. Ones' neck was as long as a broomstick, her husband and son both about the size of a walrus. They've had him in a closet of a room with a cat flap as a way to give him food. I have no idea why Dumbledore put him with those muggles." She said with the same emotion as her aunt, and also the frustration on why Dumbledore put him there.

Bellatrix eyes were large, which was rarely a sight to see.

"You mean to tell me that old fool decided to place him there of all places. With everything, why did he not send him to your mother's, I'm sure Andi would be suited better for a parent than those muggles. She could teach him all about his parents, his lordship responsibilities. That old fool is as equally as guilty as me for all those scars he wears." Bellatrix sat there with a harsh expression.

Then she wondered how much did Tonks know about her, other than she was the crazed fanatic for the dark lord and the most dangerous witch in the wizarding world.

"Did my sister ever mention me at one point, at any point, or did she keep me secret from you, which I probably would have done at the time?" She asked curiously. She hadn't spoken to her sister since the day she left for that muggle-born fellow. Though she hated her sister for years, she would still feel some heartbreak if Andi had forgotten her.

"Asked one day when I was younger if she had any siblings. She said yes and when I heard your names. I decided to look into it myself, and when I did funny enough, you popped up on the front page of the daily prophet. For your notorious treatment of the Longbottom's, I then viewed you as a monster with no soul. And in my 6th year, I decided I wanted to be an Auror, to hunt down your type. I also joined because I knew that I would be accepted and not be asked to turn into someone else for their own pleasure."

Tonk always looked for acceptance, it was the one thing she thought of a lot. Most of her school relationships were very fun but eternally bothered her. She could never find someone who loved her for her up until Charlie Weasley, but yet she ended up losing to a dragon. Charlie's wondering obsession with them outshined most of his day-to-day obligations with her.

"I was a monster at the time," Bellatrix said as she thought about want she did under her enslavement of that contract and the dark lord.

"Though in school, I was very talented. I was called the smartest witch of the decade, I wanted to be a duelist. I scared most people away thought I did occasionally sucked up some boys, but they had to cute. But none really messed with the blacks." She remembered those days when it was simple.

Tonks scoffed. "I wonder why?" She said sarcastically.

"Look, I never really had time to really have fun, I knew I was going to be contracted into a pureblooded marriage. My aunt saw to that, and for a reason beyond me, she sold me to Lestrange my sixth year. He would always harass me, corner me against me into the wall, and scare me. Aunt Walburga decided to use blood magic, and some control runes to have me obey him at every turn."

She could see the aura growing around her aunt, from anger and sadness, pain. Tonks never knew and honestly didn't care about why her aunt turned out the way she did, but she was bout to find out. And from what she heard, it didn't sound like she cared all that much about severing Voldemort.

Bellatrix continued.

"He whispered in my ear all the nasty and disgusting things he was going to do to me. How I was going to be his trophy, his whore, his slave. Basically, I knew one day he was going to get what he wanted, and there was nothing I could do."

She turned and walked away from Tonks, she didn't want to get close she knew how much she loved her new power, and how much it could control her.

"I could have ran away like Andi, but I felt like the oldest sister, that I needed to take the frontal load of all things for the family. I now know it led to nothing, but being someone's slave and plaything once they got bored. I still remember my wedding night, and I never felt so helpless and used in my life.

After the ceremony, he commanded me never to harm him or talk back, to always obey him. And now that contract was in play, there was nothing I could do in my free will. He grabbed me by my hair, threw me on the bed. He told me to stay there and not fight him. I was foolishly hoping he would be a little gentle at one point no. I pleaded to merlin that someone would kill him right there and now so I could be free."

Bellatrix began to verbally shake, and the aura became a violet-blood red. Her voice was still powerful but could tell there was pain and struggle within that was now emerging to the surface.

"And as his robes hit the floor, he thrusted in me with all his might. I screamed as he burst my hymen. I felt him thrust wildly and hard, I was nothing more than a thing for him to take his anger out on. To feel as if he conquered me, and brag that he had a witch stronger than him at his command. My only thing was I knew he was tiny, so there wasn't much he could do to satisfy me. When he noticed, he threw me to the floor and belittled me. He then called his disgusting friends told them to have fun.

Bellatrix's voice got sad, and her aura dimmed significantly.

I remember them grabbing me holding me down as I screamed and wailed. I was abused, raped, and defiled. I remember every one of there faces, and soon I became pregnant. And when my baby boy came out of me, I held him and wished that the world will treat him with grace. It was when I realized he didn't cry or breathe. That my baby boy was dead, he died in my arms. It soon got worse as my husband decided I was even more fit to be a punching machine when things did go his way. He beat me black and blue, told me I was no pureblooded woman, that I was a monster.

Tears ran down her face as she went through her story. Tonks sat there with tears in her eyes, wanted nothing more than to hold the crushed, abused, and broken woman that became Bellatrix Lestrange.

"I was never going to have what I wanted. I saw that when I lost my second child, a girl. So I finally realized I was going to have to take the mark. When I did the beatings didn't happen any less, they came in different stages. And one day, when the dark lord was gone Rodulphus, decided to go to the Longbottom's and find out what they knew. I was still in that bloody slave contract, I barely remember what happened it was like my body was moving on its own and filling my head with a sickening spill.

Those 15 years in Azkaban were somewhat transcendent because I was no longer in someone's control. I had freedom and had the best time having thoughts to myself. I was glad there was no more rape, beatings, and, most importantly, no more slavery. However, I was far too broken, along with the Dementors, I started losing my mind, I could feel my magic be consumed by the darkness.

In our family, Nymphadora "Toujours Pur" always pure. It comes at a price to stay pure and carry powerful magic as we do, the bloodline was pure most of the time through incest. So you can imagine how that would work for the next generation, guess I was hit with. I always had a feeling, I was crazy. So when seven years hit, I couldn't fight anymore, I felt tired and dead. So I gave in, I embraced the darkness, and the crazed, psychotic, and deranged person was born.

But on that day we met, I saw Harry kill my husband, and I could feel the slave bond dissolve from me. Meaning I was free, but it felt like a curse after I just sent Sirius through the vail. When Riddle found out, he kept me under his control with powerful mind potions and his own imperius curse. So I wasn't free surely until Harry destroyed his body. But my views never changed though, I still have the idea that purebloods are better in some ideal situations."

Tonks finally found out how her aunt turned out the way she did. And when looking at it, she saw that she entirely had no control over her life. If anything, she was a broodmare to her family, something that made her think. Were all pureblooded families like that treating their daughter like broodmares? Giving them to nasty pureblooded men who abuse them?

It made her appreciate and respect her mother even more. She got disowned from the family, casted out as a blood traitor, and married a muggle-born Hufflepuff. In some way, it made her think. What would it be like if her mother never ran away? After a few seconds, she stopped thinking about that. She needed to focus on the present, in which Bellatrix was supposed to tell her their plan.

Bellatrix walked over to her niece and looked at her with appreciation and proudness.

"After I lost my mind, my bubbly niece. I kept tabs on you, heard of what you've become, and I can sincerely say this, I am very proud of you. Though that part of me was disgusted by what you are, that has now changed, and that woman is no more, I have to say. Even after all the things you've done, I am fiercely in love with how you've handled yourself, you know your strengths and use them very well.

You've gone to the dark and used it on your enemies, though I am still concerned. But you still have your conscience and know what you're doing is wrong but necessary for future endorses to help your team. That makes you 'grey' in our lords' terms, and I'm still working there myself. And preferably I think we need that in this world.

I've heard your one of the best in the Auror's department, the prodigy of Mad-eye Moody. Furthermore, in our duel, you seem to understand how battling, reacting, and casting work best when you're on your toes. Use agile and graceful movements instead of power and brute decision making. You've learned well, and I can not be any more perfectly proud of you."

Hearing her aunt say all those things made Tonks's eyes tear up. She leaped into her aunt and embraced her wholly, weeping tears of joy. Bellatrix held her securely and vowed at that current moment to all way care, protect, and love Nymphadora Tonks as a mother.

Tonks moved away from her aunt and smiled at her. She looked at this woman as Bellatrix Black, not as Bellatrix Lestrange. This woman was something inspiring and influential. And now she saw her as something more than just an aunt, a mother who would always be proud and steer her child in every right direction.

"Thank you, Aunt Bella. Though I'm no longer an Auror anymore."

Bellatrix's eyes narrowed at her second statement.

"How do you mean, my sweet?"

"Well, they essentially kicked me out for being half-blooded filth." Her tone sounded cold and annoyed.

Bellatrix was fuming at this. This showed exactly why they needed to change the wizarding world. Nymphadora showed more skill, understanding, and diligence than any of the current Aurors, even the head Auror.

"Oh, that will have to change now, won't it. Yes, that will definitely have to change. It will even work with the plan even better." Bellatrix said with her mischievous signature grin her voice cold and low. It sent a chilling ripple through Tonks' body."

"What is the plan, Auntie our Lord told me that you were going to catch me up on what you had designed."

"Well, Nymphadora, We are going to take over the ministry. So pick your chamber in the manor and make sure Tophy has your belongings there because we're leaving soon."

SOMEPLACE IN THEN MINISTRY...

Its been a very long time in the dark for her. And she usually spent time by herself because of what she is, and how she affects people. She would love to have at least one person she knew well to talk to. Ever since her wedding, she hasn't been in a spontaneous mood. When she saw in the daily prophet that the ministry will start prosecuting magical creatures, she felt even more agitated, and the feeling to leave became more appealing. Fleur thought she could get to France in one piece, without any complications.

However, things got more than just complicated. When leaving Gringotts one day, she was grabbed by this man to see if he could take advantage of her. Her day was already bad enough, being very closely watched by the Aurors, and her relationship with Bill was going ill as well.

He loses himself sometime in her allure now, more than ever, which is becoming an issue. It could be asking the most simple thing like closing the door, and he succumbs to her allure. She talked about it with him multiple times, and nothing changes, she lets her full power out when she was in the bath just to relax. She didn't like holding back because it was like she was drowning in stress and overflowing negative emotion. Never able to get mad because it would break out and cause even more problems.

So when that man grabbed her, she then had the idea he needed to be touched by fire. So she smiled at him and grabbed him below the belt and summoned fire to her hands, burning his groin and setting his trousers ablaze. There was a gleam on her face when she did it to the bastard, but should have been more aware of where she was at. Cause as soon as she was going to make it hotter, she was hit in the back and saw nothing but darkness.

The ministry of magic new views where muggle-borns were taking their magic and felt need to be proven they were a witch or wizard. However, they came to a more idiotic and more dangerous conclusion that magical creatures were far to free as it was. So they decided to pass a bill signed off by the Minister of Magic Dolores Jane Umbridge. Saying that all magical creatures labeled class 3 or higher will be subjected to service or imprisonment.

She woke up in a chair with chains around her. She was sitting in a courtroom, in which she knew what was happening. She had no say in the matter, meaning it wasn't even a trial in a reasonable sense. Her only options were service or imprisonment, and her knowing who the was leading the werewolf clans and who they associated with was the dark lord. Knew her best option for her was imprisonment. So they subjected her to five years in Magical Creature Confinement or MMC.

While being taken there, they washed her down and had a full cavity search, thankfully they still followed protocol in which she was searched by a female. She would have a very nasty reaction if it had to be a male. She was given clothes that were similar to Azkaban only a bit tighter. Her cell was dark, small, with a bed and a small toilet, and nothing else. As she reached the bed, one of the male guards looked at her between the bars on the door. He implied that he would keep her company, and his buddy was going to do the same.

She wasn't scared of the guards, she knew wards in the cell could negate her allure but didn't partake in hindering fire conjured in the hands. It wasn't magical, it came from inside her, so there was no stopping it. Five days in when she was sleeping, she heard her cell door open and looked to see three male guards approach her aggressively, but she was quick with action. She Thrusted her hand and torched everyone of the men. They were taken to St. Mungos hospital, where they were treated for their wounds.

The next day they took her from her cell and 'disciplined' her. They waterboarded, beat and whipped her, and use the cruciatus on her. Afterward, she be thrown back into her cell. If it weren't for one female guard who took pity on her and healed her without anyone noticing, she probably die. She thanked the guard and asked why.

"It's the right thing to do." It what she said.

The woman was young fleur could tell that she looked around twenty-four at least, and she was remarkably attractive. She had dark brown hair and acute features, with full juicy red lips. Her eyes were a dark hazel color that fit well for her sand skin tone complexion. Her body was something most women would kill for, a full voluptuous towering body.

Fleur could tell she wasn't part of any pureblooded family. She never saw any family with her profile before, so it was even more of a puzzling circumstance. Fleur asked the female guard her name, and the only response she gave was, 'You really shouldn't ask questions that could get you trouble.'

In three months, fleur made good relations with the guard. Every now and then, the guard would come in and ask about fleur and what her life was like before she was incarcerated. Fleur told her small things about her family and husband. Which brought her to wonder, how was Bill he didn't know she was in there and didn't know how he was doing?

She did want to think he left him or anything without telling him, and she actively voiced her opinion about departing for France because of what's been happening.

"What his name?" The female guard asked.

"What?" Fleur looked at the woman with a quizzical look.

"What's his name, once, I get off my shift, I'll sneak off and inform him of where you're at." The woman's face was a mask.

At the time, fleur didn't want to give him up and have brought to this horrible place, so instead asked a question she really wanted to know.

"Why are you doing this for me, asking me all these things?" Fleur genuinely wanted to know and why befriend her so much.

The female guard looked at her with an expression of amusement.

She chuckled.

"You're going to be in here for five years. No one to talk to, just your self. Is it really that bad to actually chat with someone who not interested in that beautiful french derrière?"

Fleur didn't know how to answer that. She didn't forget she be in here for five years. However, she then remembered there was no one in her cell. She didn't have bunkmates and probably didn't want any. Plus, all the other 'caretakers' both, female and male, hated her or craved to rape her. And from what she could tell, this woman didn't hate her but seem moderately curious.

Fleur just shook her head.

"I don't think I could trust you with that."

"Look, I don't share these views the ministry put in place. I despise them honestly, and from the way your first week went, I believe you need someone willing to help you with anything."

Fleur had to think this woman has done things none of the other Aurors done. She even has given her extra bedding and meals. Most importantly, she kept her sane through three months. Talking to her, getting to know her a little more.

"Bill Weasley is his name, he works at Gringotts from 8 in the morning to 4. Please don't get him in trouble and sent here." She was placing her heart in this mysterious woman's hands, and hopefully, she didn't make a mistake.

"You have my word Mrs. Weasly, on my magic." She said firmly.

Fleur had taken a massive gamble and was tangling with a stranger she knew very little about.

'So if he is your husband, how well does that go, knowing you're a veela." She asked, sounding intrigued.

"It's not easy, but I love him. He saw me for more than just some pleasure thing. He actually adores me for my personality and not just my derrière."

Fleur grinned at her second statement. She always found a warm spot for those who didn't get caught up in her heritage folktales of seducing men. She never liked those tales, it made it hard to talk to men and be friends with girls.

"So, he's immune?" She asked.

Fleur lose her smile at the question.

"Non, he is in strong occlumencey, but my allure would vaporize his shield with just a little touch if it. He's been rather lose with it, sometimes I'll relax with him, and it merely activates. He'll just stare at me with glassy eyes, and I'll have to command myself to be guarded again." Fleur's voice sounded sad and defeated like she kept fighting a battle that would never end.

The tone in her voice did not go unnoticed by the female.

"Have you met any immunes, I heard they're rare?"

"Yes, my father, like I told you and a close friend, he also saw me for me." She smiled at that remembering her last year of schooling and the godforsaken tournament.

When she saw Harry for the first time, she realized he was unique from when she asked for the dish. That whole year he was the only person she could actually hold a conversation with. He wasn't even knowledgeable of her allure. He would still get nervous around her, but only because he was a 14-year-old boy talking to the most beautiful woman in the world, his saying, not hers.

He was actually the first person outside her family to see her for who she was. Also, understanding her race was hopefully misunderstood, and all he said to her was, she didn't seem like what all the other said she be like. When he said that, she started tearing up and hugged him so hard, she thought she killed him of asphyxiation. It was then she realized she let her emotions get the best of her, and her allure was on full blast.

She still remembered his gorgeous green eyes, they weren't glassy or any intervention, he didn't jump on her and try to have his way with her. She felt so free and unrestricted it made her smile big, then she asked him if he could feel it. He said yes, but said it felt like he was in a different atmosphere and just a bit less clear, but he felt no motivation to act on any unjust deeds. She then felt like an idiot for accepting Roger's purposel to the ball. Otherwise, she would have asked him, and she wouldn't have to deal with drooling Roger Davies.

"Did you like him, still?"

Fleur was brought out of her thoughts by the woman question. She didn't know if she was betraying bill if said she did. Her heart knew she liked him more than just a friend, at the ball, she shared a very intimate moment with that clearly stated her emotional standpoint for him.

"I...I always had a soft spot in my heart for him, and we had a moment when we're at the ball, it just made it clear. That I found something, I possibly will never discover again in him."

"Can you tell me about it. Maybe I could diagnose what it is."

Fleur remembered the ball now more than ever.

"Well, first, I didn't go with him to the ball as my partner. I went with some other fou baveux, a terrible mistake. He went with someone I didn't know, he looked nervous."

Fleur giggled, remembering his reaction.

"He danced well, which I dare say surprised his partner. My partner managed to keep his foot from steeping on mine, but the same cannot be said for his hands. Bâtard méchant, he repeatedly kept trying to slide his hand down my waist to grab at my cul. I had to keep myself from turning him to ash, that smug smile on his face."

Fleur wished handsomely she chose Harry. He wouldn't try and grope her ever unless they were together or she wanted him to.

"J'aurais dû le brûler vif, juste à ce moment-là." Fleur took at deep breath and let her self calm. She then contiuned.

"After the champions dance was over, I escaped my partner and went out to the garden and also found him there. He said his date was rather tired and said she go back to her dormitory. He asked if I was enjoying myself. I told him non, I could see he looked tired and just look like he didn't want to be there. Though he did comment and said, I look goddess-like. That made me smile cause I knew it left his mind, and the way his cheek blushed told me he was embarrassed he said it.

Fleur smiled, she wished she could go back and tell him exactly how she felt. Tell 17-year-old fleur too stop being a peur, muet teenager and tell him exactly what he does to you, express your feelings, and hope he feels the same.

"I looked at him, this 14-year-old boy, non, man. He almost outdid me in the first tasked and getting past the dragon as if it was child's play. An amazing young man who will always stand by his friends in any danger, a hero. Protect those who can't protect themselves, a 12-year-old boy who defeated a Basilisk with a sword. The most important thing was he could find the greatness in people who thought of themselves as monsters. Always willing to accept you for what you are to his eyes and never asking you to change yourself."

Fleur had and a pretty big-hearted smile on her face when talking about Harry.

"He sounds like quite a man." The female guard was looking at fleur, smiling as if a friend had found happiness.

"You love him, don't you?" She asked though it sounded like a statement than a question.

Fleur's head snapped up at the beautiful female as if been caught with something she knew she shouldn't have. She then thought about all the things she said as she described his character and how her voice sounded.

Fleur smiled, though she knew it in her heart that she loved Harry Potter.

"I do that's probably, why I kissed him that night in the garden during the ball. He was not my first, but it felt like it. When I kissed him, I felt free and appreciated by someone other than my family. As if nothing mattered in the world, just him and me." She felt like she could still feel his lips on hers when she thinks of him.

"He saved me not long after, he returned my kiss. It was like my magic was calling to him like my allure wanted more of him. It happens when veela magic calls to a potential mate. I was so free, my magic kind of took control of me, and I honestly let it.

Fleur's voice came with sultry as she told her story vividly.

"The way he touched me. I'll always remember it, warm and comforting, but also intoxicating and potent. Our kissing became a fight for dominance, I remember his tounge trying to pin mine, he was always a quick learner. I tackled him to the ground, straddling him. I then started to grind against him, I could feel his cock. He was so big, could you name me a 14-year-old who carries un coq de taille de Dieu like that."

The female guard laughed at what was happening if she didn't know any better. She dare say that her convict was remembering a sexual experience that was not her husband.

Fleur didn't notice the laughing, because she was to caught up in the memory.

Fleur continued anyway.

"The way his hand massage my body was like sex. It was so lustrous, the way he kept kneading my breast was like wildfire throughout my body. I tried to keep my moans low, but it was impossible. I felt like the happiest veela ever. To have someone immune who didn't take advantage of what he saw, he truly understood who and what I was, and that made me so horny at the time.

"I quickened my grinding on him, I asked him if it felt good. He nodded and said it felt amazing, I was close and, I grabbed his hands and placed them on my ass. When he squeezed my ass, I came so hard, I remember shaking and my soaked panties. I never felt something like that, I kissed him with every fiber of my being, it was wasn't enough though. I wanted everything from him, I grabbed his cock and gave him a huge smile that had a sexual meaning behind it. My Maman told me if I ever met someone, if we got to sexual activity, that I would be extremely sucked into a lust of insanity.

"I guess that what happened, cause all I remember was wanting him. I wanted him inside me, to just take me. Make me his, I didn't care if anyone found us, I didn't care if they made a fuss of it in that daily prophet speel. I just wanted him, as I started stroking his cock and decided to start unbuckling his belt. He told me afterward I looked like a predator ready to capture its prey. He fought my hands and protested to stop, I wasn't listening, I wanted his cock."

"He secured my wrist and rolled me over and finally pinned me. He told me it wasn't the fact he didn't want to. He just didn't feel it was right to take me in a garden. He gave me one last searing kiss and walked away. The look he gave me before he left was of understanding and some regret for not accepting my advancement."

"Merde, j'aimerais qu'il ne soit pas si noble."

Fleur didn't really know how he was going to react but had an inkling that he would fight her. She thought she would still be able to influence him into taking her. Having touched her heartstrings, she honestly wished he had claimed her as a mate.

"So what happened after he rejected that veela chatte." There was a playfulness in the woman's voice.

Fleur narrowed her eyes at the guard and then gave her a smile.

"I was just sitting there for a little while, then heard someone coming. It was my date to the ball, and I saw the look in his eyes. I tried to grab my wand, but I realized I left it at the carriage. He rushed me before I could conjure fire in my hand, and I screamed, hoping someone would hear. I only got a partial scream until he covered up my mouth, I was panicking and couldn't transform, but he didn't have my left arm. I clawed across his face, which was enough to get me free when I went to run, he bound my legs and wrist together.

I remember screaming as loud as I could, but again nobody heard. He was on top of me and, I squirmed so much to get him from under me, but his frame kept me from moving. I felt him grope my rear, and his weight was crushing me.

He ripped my panties off of me, and I screamed more, I then noticed he put silencing spells around us, so no heard my screams. I felt hopeless and disgusted, I wanted the one I love to save me, kill the bâtard violeur from defiling me. He saw that I was still wet from my previous encounter. He plunged his dégoûtant fingers in me, I wailed at it, and more tears came streaming down my face. I then gave up fighting when I heard him tangling with his belt, I felt there was no use anymore, and I closed my eyes. And just waited for it to be over.

"However, it never came. I then saw a male figure standing not far from me. Thankfully there was a wand in hand, there was an aura around him, it was blood red. The air around me felt thick, the gravity felt heavier. As if all the magic in the world was being sucked into him. The most alarming thing about the figure was his eyes, as they were like a snakes and were blood red. I could feel my bindings come undone and cowered into a corner of the garden.

He conjured a whip, and it wrapped around my rapist's neck. He then whipped him forward into his bare hands and held him up with ease. His eyes showed pure disdain and loathing. He then, with unnatural strength, slammed him into the stone pathway of the garden, the violeur of a boy was unconscious. My savior then set his sights on me, I was so scared my body didn't want to move. Before he came forward, I shut my eyes close. I could hear him coming closer, and just when he reached me, the aura I was feeling was gone, and the air was no longer thick around me.

He asked if I was okay. I opened my eyes and saw the one I wished took me to the ball. The one I kissed, his green eyes looking at me with concern and warmth. He had his hand out to help me. I rushed into his arms, I've never felt so safe and secure. The way his green eyes seem to study me, it was like he was trying to find something."

Fleur sighed heavily. She knows it doesn't matter anymore. She's married, and now she finds it hard to keep herself in a marriage that doesn't end up in the way she wants it.

She ideally loves Bill, but all the memories that came to her now make it hard for her to be interested in Bill. She felt sick to her stomach that she has mentally betrayed bill. In the past, she thought she found those emotions, those relationship values with Bill, but now sees she fantasized them.

There was no way Bill was ever going to get used to that. Fleur was not patient when it came to having what she wanted, it was nearly impossible for her. Being by herself for so long was painful, and even after her graduation, the hoped to find Harry was something the girl planned would happen. Make her life stable with him, but when she ran into Bill, she encountered a man almost similar to Harry, the young woman hoped it would amount to what she wanted.

It sincerely didn't.

"I'm guessing the boy-who-lived, this Harry Potter, missed out on something important. Did you hope to find him in London after school?" The guard had a smile on her face when talking to her.

"It doesn't matter, I'm married and stuck in her for five years. My only company is you, this mysterious woman, who asked me so many personal things and cares for my well being." Fleur looked at the female guard and smiled at how crazy this was.

"Could be worse, I could be the opposite and hated you for what you are. However, I wasn't raised like that and, I don't go against my character."

She got up from the transfigured chair and made her way to the cell door, opening it but turned toward her convict before making her way out.

"By the way, my name is Kamelia."

As the door closed, Flure was only left to her thoughts of who this woman was.

As the weeks followed, she couldn't help but think of Bill and Harry. Her thoughts of Bill were out of concern, how he was feeling, and holding up now she was convicted. More importantly, her feelings for him were wavering. She still loved him, but not as strong as before, like the more she thought about him, the more she realized. There probably will be no change if she even gets out. Things will always be the same, her not satisfied, and always guarded. While Bill keeps his distance in case he gets caught with an allure flare.

Moreover, her thoughts on Harry popped up when she dreamed about him. It happened more often when she thought about her talk with Kamelia. She dreamed of their evening at the ball, dreaming of going with him. In the dream, she dances with him, they tell each other their dark secrets, and just all-round live in the moment with each other. She'll sometimes dream of kissing him, having him taken back to her room, taking off each other's clothes, searching each other's bodies. Even them making love to each other, her magic asking for his approval to dominate him, make him feel like the greatest wizard in the world. Finding a life, she could see sliver haired children in the meadow with him smiling and laughing as they play in the sunset.

But then she wakes up back to reality where she feels guilty. Her dreams betrayed her marriage to Bill. She hates to admit it but, her fantasies about Harry a far more heartwarming and help her sleep much more calmly. She felt happier in her inventions, more than her marriage.

The next week, Kamelia came to her cell to inform her of her meeting with Bill. When she opened fleur's cell door, her face did not show confidence, in which sacred fleur.

"I went to Gringotts before 4 and asked the goblins for Mr. Weasley.

They said he was on leave for three days, I made a mental note to come after three days and come at 1 in the afternoon to get to him earlier. When I did..." She trailed off, feeling wrong to give her the news of Bill.

Fleur was not having any of the not finishing of sentences, withholding information. Her mind spent so much time wondering if he was okay, and the not knowing was the thing that was killing her.

"Ne me fais pas ça, salope. Tell me now, please." Her voice was soft and

shakey.

"The goblins said he hasn't been in all day, so I looked at his file and found your home area. When I got there, your place was a mess. Someone was looking for him, I don't know who, but I don't think they got him. He left a note saying he's okay, and he loves you." Kamelia's voice had sympathy, she handed the note to her.

Fleur was distraught and panicked. She snatched the letter out of Kamelia's hand, but not out of rudeness. She covers her gasp with her hand and, tears came out like waterfalls.

Dear Fleur,

First and foremost, understand that I will always love you for who you are. I've enjoyed being with you, you have made my world extraordinary and memorable. I don't think I'll ever meet anyone like you, and for that, I leave you my heart and gratitude.

They're looking for me, and I can't stay here. I'll be Romania with my brother Charlie, along with the rest of my family. To you to know why my dear brother Ron, the one who was always drooling over you like crazy. He's dead, killed, and now my family (My mother convincing my father) thinks we should leave. I didn't want to leave you, but I couldn't find you.

A heart moment told me you've been captured by the ministry in which I am absolutely enraged. I know you will survive and fend for yourself. I got a letter from Gringotts saying an aurora wanted to inform me of something. Which lead me to believe my heart's suspicions. In my mind, heart, and soul, I reckon someone is helping you, you have an infectious and unique attitude which will probably help in some way.

I do not fault you if you shun me for these actions. I will understand, as too would I if been left with this letter. You're probably thinking about throwing fireballs at me once you read this. For everything we've been through together, I'm deeply sorry. I don't know when I'll return and don't think you would want me to return. I can only imagine the anger your feeling.

I do fleur still love with all my heart and will always regret this action, till the day I die. I Believe you will find somebody that deserves your love and will show you that you are truly Special. I didn't want it to come to this or end like this. I'm truly Sorry.

P.S. Don't Burn this, please I feel as if somebody is coming for you. If Harry is still out there and he learns of where you're at, he'll appear for you.

Love, Bill Weasley.

Fleur didn't know what to do. She was worried he come looking for her, but not leave here. She had just gotten married, and now she was an ex-wife. She didn't want to believe that she basically just got divorced via note.

It felt absolutely humiliating and drown right degrading. Felt like her heart was broken. Is this what her life would be like. Stuck in this prison with no one but the guard to care for her. Now she truly felt alone in the world, and only her dream is the place she can escape. At least she knew one thing was evident, Harry would be everything in her dreams.

"I'm sorry." That was the only thing Kamelia could say at the time.

Two months later and now, fleur was positively lost in her dreams and didn't want to face reality, but everyone has to when they wake up. She at least knew someone would be there for her, Harry would be there for her. Comfort her, lay with her, fuck her out her wildest dreams. But we all have to wake up sometime, the reality for her is four walls, a toilet, and a bed. Also, Kamelia, who on occasion would chat with her to keep her sane. All while she faithfully takes care of her.

They at, one point, got too familiar when one day, Kamelia ask why she never followed up with girls. Fleur simply stated she just never found one cause they all hated her. In which, Elia suggested she try the other sex. Fleur at first was against it, but as the thought of spending five years there came to her, she then obliged. They made out and even released each other sexually, it made time and the experience of where she was worth it.

Elia was something to fleur, but just not what she needed to sustain the pain of everything. She knew that belong to one immeasurable person, Harry Potter. She told Elia that and simply stated that she felt something toward her, but would never come close to what she wanted. Elia simply affirmed that she understood and that she was only, she recalled a "booty call." She made it easier to make do with whatever demons are manifesting within her.

It was sleep time, and fleur was having one of her "naughty" dreams of Harry. They were back at Hogwarts, and it was two weeks after Harry saved Gabrielle. She took him to the carriage and to her private room, to where they began to french kiss and groped each other relentlessly. Fleur asked harry to dominate her in this fantasy, her stomach was flat on the bed, and her gorgeous firm ass was on show for him. He wanted to waste no time in pounding into her, just as he was about to enter her, she halted him.

Her melodious sultry voice made him harder than ever. He could only see half of her delicate and lustrous face, she had a sexual mischievous grin. She then lowered her hands to grip her firm ass and spread her cheeks to show him rosebud. It made him groan loudly but, his cock twitched when she spoke in her native tounge, which he guessed was naughty.

"Harry, mon amour, as-tu déjà voulu essayer mon cul français. Prends mon derrière, fais crier ce que tu veux entendre de moi. Fais-moi crier ton nom."

Harry was a bit more cheeky in her dreams.

"How bout you translate that for me, my love, so I can give you what you want." Harry had a playfulness to his voice that made fleur giggle.

"Arry, ave' ou' ever wanted o' try my french ass. Take my ass, make me scream what ou' ant' o' ear' from me."

He could wait no longer, nor could she, but before he could even press it against her ass, a loud banging awoke her. It was coming from her metal prison door, Elia only did that when serious news came up, or someone of high social power wanted to speak with her.

The only thing was she didn't know who would visit her. They probably only wanted to use her as a stress reliever. And she would show them that burning was remarkably unpleasant, especially from a veela. She then heard Elia call out loudly enough for her to hear.

"Miss Delacour, you have a visitor." As the door opened, Fleur gasped at who she saw. She would have never thought she see him again. No more dreaming, no more hiding, and no more hurting were all she was thinking when she saw him.

"Hello, Fleur it is great to see you." His voice was calm and soothing, just like in her dreams.

"Arry." His name was all she could say.

Derrière - Behind

fou baveux- Drolling fool

Bâtard méchant - Nasty Bastard

Cul - ass

Merde, j'aimerais qu'il ne soit pas si noble - Damn, I wish he wasn't so noble

chatte - Pussy

un coq de taille de Dieu - God sized cock

J'aurais dû le brûler vif, juste à ce moment-là - I should have burnt him alive, just then.

Author Notes: God damn, this was very long for me. At first, it was a simple Tonks and Bellatrix segment. Bellatrix was gonna confront her sister and Harry, while Tonks get some sex from him and Bellatrix comes in and joins all while stating he is still her's.

But then I started thinking. I need to add Fleur's story into this but had to come up with some back story as well. So mid-way through her story, I had to decide if Bill was gonna die or not. I chose not, I felt there needed to be some mystery person, one of my friends said add someone who never was a part of the franchise it will make it more interesting.

Kamelia was another concept I had to figure out how this character would pertain to the story. You'll learn about her next chapter or two depends on how much I cover.

So thats why it took forever, I usually write to 4,000 to 8,000, but so much was need to be put in.

I hope you all like it. Please comment down below in the review box.

Thank you for reading, watch out for the next chapter.