100 ways to torture Bellatrix Lestrange
by Padfoot the Marauder
A/N: This was inspired by a forum entry in a forum I belong to. Here's the site, if you'd like to see it. http://pub228.ezboard.com/fsiriusblackfanclubfrm23.showMessage?topicID=130.topic
Disclaimer: I do not own Harry Potter and other related material. They belong to J.K. Rowling, etc.
Chapter One
Dementors and Immortality
1/100
Dementors grabbed a woman by her hands. She was fighting, struggling, to escape them, memories spinning in her quickly. The day she, Bellatrix Lestrange, performed the Cruciatus Curse on the Longbottoms, the day when Voldemort threatened to kill her because she had failed him, and the day when she murdered her own cousin, Sirius Black.
She collapsed. She could not take it anymore. Coldness surrounded her. She needed something to revive her, but she could not get it herself.
She felt something warm trickling down her throat, and two, bony fingers ran across her cheek. She knew what happened.
A few Dementors, that Dumbledore had somehow convinced to stay his ally, had given her immortality potion. A potion to be long lost, created by none other than Rowena Ravenclaw herself.
The instructions were supposed to be burned in a wildfire, but they were not. Godric Gryffindor had done everything to get his hands on it, he had succeeded. He gave the instructions to his only daughter, until it passed many generations and eventually reached Dumbledore.
Voldemort knew of this potion. It was the only thing that could give him everlasting victory. He had tried to get it. But Dumbledore had heavily guarded it, and the ancient magic Gryffindor had placed on the instructions weren't helpful.
That was her mission, eighteen years ago; she had tried to get the instructions, and failed. Voldemort was ready to kill her, but had pitied her in the last moment.
Bellatrix had the feeling Dumbledore would appoint those two dementors as her bodyguards. She would wander on earth, forever, remembering every bitter memory she had. She knew she'd eventually be insane.
But she didn't care. She was faithful to her master, that was enough for her. She had killed Sirius, and that made her feel fuzzy in her stone cold heart.
But the happiness was whisked away. The dementors would not let her be happy. But she had come out of Azkaban, just as sane as she was when she got there. She was a survivor. It would take Dumbledore a long time to satisfy his needs.
Dumbledore had given her the punishment. He decided that she didn't deserve sanity. He wanted to take it away from her, like she did to the Longbottoms. And he wanted her to feel pain. Pain like Harry and Remus felt, for killing the person they loved.
A wicked smile spread upon her face. She was not going to give into Dumbledore. She was going to stay sane, and survive.
But under the power of the dementors, the smile left as fast as it came.
A/N: What do you think? The next chapters won't be this angst-y though. They'll be more like "Bellatrix in Nutterland". But there will be another angst-y chapter once in a while. R&R!
by Padfoot the Marauder
A/N: This was inspired by a forum entry in a forum I belong to. Here's the site, if you'd like to see it. http://pub228.ezboard.com/fsiriusblackfanclubfrm23.showMessage?topicID=130.topic
Disclaimer: I do not own Harry Potter and other related material. They belong to J.K. Rowling, etc.
Chapter One
Dementors and Immortality
1/100
Dementors grabbed a woman by her hands. She was fighting, struggling, to escape them, memories spinning in her quickly. The day she, Bellatrix Lestrange, performed the Cruciatus Curse on the Longbottoms, the day when Voldemort threatened to kill her because she had failed him, and the day when she murdered her own cousin, Sirius Black.
She collapsed. She could not take it anymore. Coldness surrounded her. She needed something to revive her, but she could not get it herself.
She felt something warm trickling down her throat, and two, bony fingers ran across her cheek. She knew what happened.
A few Dementors, that Dumbledore had somehow convinced to stay his ally, had given her immortality potion. A potion to be long lost, created by none other than Rowena Ravenclaw herself.
The instructions were supposed to be burned in a wildfire, but they were not. Godric Gryffindor had done everything to get his hands on it, he had succeeded. He gave the instructions to his only daughter, until it passed many generations and eventually reached Dumbledore.
Voldemort knew of this potion. It was the only thing that could give him everlasting victory. He had tried to get it. But Dumbledore had heavily guarded it, and the ancient magic Gryffindor had placed on the instructions weren't helpful.
That was her mission, eighteen years ago; she had tried to get the instructions, and failed. Voldemort was ready to kill her, but had pitied her in the last moment.
Bellatrix had the feeling Dumbledore would appoint those two dementors as her bodyguards. She would wander on earth, forever, remembering every bitter memory she had. She knew she'd eventually be insane.
But she didn't care. She was faithful to her master, that was enough for her. She had killed Sirius, and that made her feel fuzzy in her stone cold heart.
But the happiness was whisked away. The dementors would not let her be happy. But she had come out of Azkaban, just as sane as she was when she got there. She was a survivor. It would take Dumbledore a long time to satisfy his needs.
Dumbledore had given her the punishment. He decided that she didn't deserve sanity. He wanted to take it away from her, like she did to the Longbottoms. And he wanted her to feel pain. Pain like Harry and Remus felt, for killing the person they loved.
A wicked smile spread upon her face. She was not going to give into Dumbledore. She was going to stay sane, and survive.
But under the power of the dementors, the smile left as fast as it came.
A/N: What do you think? The next chapters won't be this angst-y though. They'll be more like "Bellatrix in Nutterland". But there will be another angst-y chapter once in a while. R&R!