PATREON EXCLUSIVE: An Eye For An Eye

Summary: While hiding out in 12 Grimmauld Place during the war, the Golden Trio are suddenly visited by a certain deranged witch, Bellatrix Lestrange. In the ensuing fight, Ron and Hermione are able to flee, but Harry is forced to stay behind, though not before landing a lucky hit against the mad woman. Trapped in a crumbling house, Harry is forced to face his Godfather’s murderer and perhaps even exact his vengeance once and for all…

…Now if only he didn’t find her so damn attractive.

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An Eye For An Eye

Warning: Contains dark sexual themes. Read at your own risk.

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Evenings always seemed to drag on the longest during their time at the dusty old Black Manor. Though it had only been a year or so since they last stood in this house, laughing and cheering with joy among friends and loved ones, it was as if half a century had passed since that happy time. Dust coated every surface in a thick, grimy layer. The floorboards creaked and groaned in protest from every step they took. Even the furniture, which Mrs. Weasley had made them tirelessly clean and repair over the course of an entire summer, was now rotted and in complete disarray. 

It was as if the house itself was cursed to forever be nothing more than a crumbling heap much like the wizarding family who built it.

It both pained Harry and relieved him to see the house in such a shape. This was where he had spent much of his time with Sirius, hearing stories about his father from the man and getting to know the person his parents trusted so dearly. Harry had come to love Sirius very much like a father figure within these halls, and yet all that was left now was a few scattered memories and peeling paint.

Yet despite this, Harry still knew how much Sirius despised this place. It was as much a prison for Sirius as Azkaban and part of him knew the old mutt would be laughing himself silly to see his mother’s house in such a state.

“You’re brooding again.”

Harry tore his gaze away from the small fire burning away in the hearth as a chipped cup full of tea was placed in his hands.

“Was not.” He grumbled, taking a small sip from the steaming cups.

Hermione rolled her eyes and nudged him with her shoulder. Harry did as he was bid and scootched over to allow the brunette a place to sit. The aged sofa creaked in protest from their combined weight, but the strengthening charms Hermione placed on it earlier held well enough, allowing the two of them to sit comfortably in front of the fire.

Neither said a word for a while. The small fire burned away, its crackling embers filling the silence along with Ron’s soft snores from the other room.

“We’ll need to move soon.” Hermione said after their cups were nearly drained.

Harry sighed, his fingers absentmindedly tracing the cracks in his teacup. “I know.”
“Harry, we're no closer to finding out who R.A.B. is than we were two weeks ago. We’ve gotten lucky that no one has thought to search this place, but that luck will run out soon.” Hermione continued. “We can’t risk it. We need to go-”

“I said I know Hermione!” He exclaimed. Harry scoffed to himself and turned his attention back to the fire, the frustration in his chest cooling into a small pit of despair as the truth of Hermione’s words sank in. She was right, they’ve far overstayed their welcome here. Between the crumbling wards and dozens of Snatcher squads roaming the streets, it was only a matter of time before someone stumbled upon their little hideout. The only question was, where would they go?”

Hermione sighed and placed her teacup on the floor. He felt the weight of her hand settle on his shoulder as she gave it a comforting squeeze.

“Look, one more night won’t hurt anything. You need some rest anyhow. Go get some sleep and we can discuss this again with Ron in the morning.” Hermione conceded.

Harry wanted to argue that he wasn’t tired, but they both knew that wasn’t true. Constantly fighting back against Voldemort’s gaze with occlumency was exhaustive enough on its own, add that with the pressure of ending this war and saving his friends and loved ones… Well, needless to say- Harry didn’t get much sleep these days.

Still, he would try, for Hermione at least.

Standing, Harry cast one last gaze at the dying embers of their pitiful fire. He only hoped wherever their friends may be they were safe. 

Just as he opened his mouth to bid Hermione goodnight a loud crashing of splintered wood and groaning of their temporary wards failing rang out through the house. Harry’s body instantly tensed, adrenaline flooding his system as his wand was summoned to his hand. Hermione likewise jumped to her feet, wand out and eyes hard in alert.

“What the fuck was that?” He hissed.

Instead of Hermione’s voice answering his question, a familiar cackling maniacal one echoed out from down the hall.

“OH HONEY I’M HOMMMEEE!” 

A shiver of fear shot down Harry’s spine. He knew that voice, he heard it regularly in his nightmares enough to know it by heart. Anger followed the small moment of fear, gripping his heart in a blazing roar of stagnant fury.

Somehow- someway Bellatrix Lestrange had found them.

Harry immediately sprang into action, waving his wand around the room in a wide arc. One by one, the cricket furniture rolled and levitated across the room, baring the hallway door closed. Another quick spell transfigured the aged wood into hard stone. The floorboards screamed from the added weight but it would hold for now.

“Go get Ron and make us an exit through the back garden!” He said back at Hermione. “I’ll hold her off for the time being then join you two when I can!”

“Harry-”

“Just go Hermione!”

Before she could argue further Harry’s impromptu barricade exploded in a shower of dust and stone. Harry quickly went to work repairing the damage as Bellatrix’s deranged laughter met their ears.

“Awe, what’s wrong my pets? Afraid to come out and play with Aunt Bella?” The crazed murderer singsonged.

Hermione gave Harry one last look of quiet worry before she dashed off towards the parlour. Ron met her, looking sleep-dazed and confused with his shirt on backwards and trousers halfway on. Harry met his redheaded friend’s eyes, levelling the boy with an affirming nod as Ron gazed at him confused. Thankfully, Hermione took the gangly ginger by the hand and rushed him out towards the back door. Hopefully to find a way out soon.

Harry turned his attention back to the matter at hand, his hastily repaired barricade already on the verge of crumbling as Bellatrix’s deranged laughter grew louder. Trying to hold her there would be futile but fighting her head-on would be just plain stupid. Harry’s seen enough of the witch’s dueling skills to know when he was outmatched, especially in a confined area like this. Surprise would be the only way to gain the upper hand, but how do you surprise someone as deranged as fucking Bellatrix Lestrange?

Harry glanced around the room looking for anything he could use. Nothing seemed to come to mind, everything was either old and rotting or currently being used to hold his attacker off. He was just about to give up when his eyes landed on the old grime-stained fireplace. The once illustrious ebony mantleplace was now faded and cracked. Mildew had settled in long ago, turning the wood into a heap of putrid rot, yet the two carved serpents on either end had somehow maintained their shape. Harry smirked as a plan slowly formed in his mind, one that would surely throw Bellatrix for a loop.

Counting down in his head, Harry waited for the witch to let loose another powerful hex against his barrier. As soon as the crackling energy slammed into the stone, Harry ended his spell and dove to the side. Dust and rubble exploded out, showing the room with a rocky hailstorm of debris. Bellatrix’s cackling reached an all-time high as she practically skipped into the room like a gleeful schoolgirl.

“Oh Harrykins! Bella wants to pla-ay!”

The raven-haired witch snapped her gaze around the room with a wicked smirk. The dust in the air cleared with but a wave of her wand, yet her target was nowhere to be seen.

‘Now where could the little halfbreed have gone?’ She thought with a frown.

Just then, a shadow of something shifted in the corner of her eye. Bellatrix snapped around in an instant, snarling out a particularly deadly bone-rotting curse towards the shiting figure. Yet instead of a pained scream and final dying breath answering her spell like she so gleefully expected, the sound of gnashing stone and creaking metal reverberated throughout the room, followed by a deep, rumbling hiss.

For the first time in years, Bellatrix Lestrange felt fear. Her amethyst eyes stared out in utter horror and wonderment as a giant serpent made of cracked stone and rusty iron uncurled, boring into her with lifeless eyes of black, like an abyss waiting to swallow her whole. On the centre of the serpent's seemingly endless body stood Harry Potter, emerald eyes blazing with malice. When the boy opened his mouth and hissed, the sound so eerily reminiscent of her master when he spoke the sacred tongue, Bellatrix actually shivered in terror. Part of her half-expected the boy’s eyes to turn red and his skin pale to a sickly white before throwing an angry red cruciatus her way.

Bellatrix’s awe was cut forcibly short as the giant serpent's maw struck out faster than she could blink. Diving back, the raven-haired witch barely had a second of reprieve before the stone golem struck again. Pain flared in her ribs as the edge of one of its stone teeth grazed her side. Already she could feel the wet stickiness of blood oozing from the wound, but Bellatrix would hardly let something so trivial stop her.

With an angry cry, Bellatrix shot off spell after spell with precise fluid movements. She danced around the serpent's attacks while Potter was forced to use his parsel-creation to block hers. The stone behemoth hissed angrily as each spell pounded into its rocky hide, forcing it to retaliate angrily.

Each strike of the faux snake caused more debris to be thrown about. Holes now littered the floor and more than one wall had been knocked down from their various attacks against each other. The serpentine golem was looking worse for wear, with cracks spiderwebbed across its form and its movements slowed to a shaky lumbering. Bellatrix for her part, wasn't unscathed either. Her hair was frayed and sweat-soaked, her dress torn and caked with dust. She could taste blonde on her lips while her left arm cried out in pain from where a splitter of wood had embedded itself in her shoulder.

All in all, she was pretty fucked up, yet her anger only grew when she saw Potter was perfectly fine, not even a scratch on him.

“You can’t win this Lestrange. Leave while you can or I’ll make sure to end this permanently.” The snivelling Half-Breed scowled.

Bellatrix sneered at him and flicked a lock of hair over her shoulder. “So sure of that are you ickle-boy?” She cooed insultingly. “Arrogance is the killer of men you know. Why don’t you just ask my dear cousin Siri hmm? Oh wait!” She laughed. “You can’t!”

The crazed duellist cackled with glee as Potter’s face contorted into a painful grimace.

‘That’s it…’ She purred inside her mind. ‘Get angry. Just a bit longer…’

Unbeknownst to her adversary, Bellatrix had started to weave a spell silently while she distracted him. The spell was one of her own creations, something she made to cause the most amount of damage possible with a single incantation. The downside was that it would leave her in a relatively weak state afterwards, but that was okay. As long as Potter was dead she didn’t bloody care how weak her body would be. Her master’s one true threat would be no more and she could revel in the victory with him. Oh, how her body already cooed at the mere thought…

She watched as Potter raised his wand, the stone serpent’s maw opening wide, poised to strike her dead then and there. Bellatrix could only smirk as the last piece of her spell slid into place.

“As much as I would love to continue our little dance Potter, I’m afraid my master wishes you dead sooner rather than later. Ta ta!” Bellatrix ripped her wand upwards and screamed the final incantation. “Ferit Calamitas!”

A white-hot ball of energy gathered in an instant on the tip of her wand. Bellatrix cackled maniacally as Potter’s eyes widened in shock and he raised his wand in a futile attempt to shield himself. It was too late, far far too late.

In a span of a single heartbeat, the small ball of energy condensed to a pinprick before exploding out in a deafening boom. Bellatrix had just enough time to smirk victoriously as Potter was hit by the shockwave and simultaneously vanished from her sight. After that, the only thing Bellatrix knew was blackness.

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Harry groaned as a dull throbbing reverberated through his skull. It felt as if he’d been knocked around by an army of bludgers. His entire body ached, but he was at least still alive. Blinking his eyes open, he was met with almost complete darkness. He could hear rubble shifting all around him yet not a sliver of light shone through. Coughing, Harry felt around for his wand in vain for a few minutes before letting out a quiet curse. Holding his palm out, he concentrated as much as he could, forming the spell in his mind with a single thought. 

‘Lumos.’ 

A small ball of light formed hovering in his hand. It was a tiny thing, barely more than a few flickers, yet it was enough for Harry to see almost perfectly in this dank darkness.

The first thing he noticed was that he was indeed in one piece (yay!). The second thing he noticed was that he was effectively trapped in what looked like a small dungeon with piles of rubble all around him (not so yay).

He at least knew where he was. The darkish green stone beneath his feet was a dead giveaway. He was in the basement of Grimmauld Place, a room used for storing wines, old furniture, and the occasional prisoner if Sirius’s stories were to be believed. He’d been down here once, the first night he stayed at Grimmauld. Sirius had given him a grand tour of the old manor, though they really only explored this room briefly before whisking off to far more interesting parts of the house.

Well, there was no time like the present he supposed.

Holding his little ball of light out, he slowly began to comb through the area. Rubble and debris littered the ground from where it fell from above. The groaning pile above him was concerning enough but Harry couldn’t worry about that right now. While there was enough room to stand he wouldn’t call where he was very roomy. The debris bubbled around him, forming a small half-dome about the size of his old dormitory back at Hogwarts. 

Harry cursed his luck as no visible exits seemed to appear. If he had his wand it would be a trivial enough thing. He could move the rubble with nary a thought, or simply apparate away without issue. As things were, his wandless magic left many things to be desired. Aside from Lumos, he could only cast a few simple spells with his summoning charm being the strongest in his repertoire. 

Just as he was about to give up and wait for a rescue, something shiny reflected the light from his Lumos spell back into his eyes.

“What the-” He muttered. Creeping forward, he was able to make out a rather ornate silver handle of a familiar ebony wand. Bellatrix’s wand! Harry scrambled forward, reaching out to take the small stick when it suddenly shifted.

Harry pulled back in confusion before his eyes widened in surprise. The wand wasn’t just lying in the rubble- It was clutched in a hand. Bellatrix Lestrange lay before him, half-buried under a mountain of brick and wood, completely unconscious. The only sign she was alive at all was the small whimpering moans she let out as the debris shifted around her.

Reaching out one more time, Harry quickly snatched the wand from the witch’s limp hand. Bellatrix thankfully didn’t wake- Harry would be surprised if she did at all. 

The wand greeted him with lukewarm acceptance. A piss-poor match in his opinion, but it would do for now. His gaze landed upon Bellatrix’s form once more. He should just leave her here. Let her die under a pile of rubble from her former family home. It would be a fitting end for the pureblood terrorist. Far more clean than she likely deserved anyway. Yet something stopped him. He couldn’t fathom what it was. Perhaps the idea of leaving someone, even a vile fiend like her, for dead sickened him somewhat, or maybe it was how- in that moment- Bellatrix didn’t look like the crazed witch he knew her to be but a vulnerable and beautiful woman who perhaps was simply misunderstood?

He nearly snorted at that notion. No that definitely wasn’t it.

‘Or maybe you just wish to punish her yourself…’ A poisonous voice whispered in his mind.

Harry grimaced to himself, more so because of how right that sickly voice was than he’d like to admit rather than some abject disgust at the notion. He did want to punish Bellatrix. For her part in Sirius’s death, the attack on Neville’s parents, for everything.

The creaking of the rubble above him began to grow louder. Harry could feel the shifting increase with every second he delayed. He needed to make a decision NOW, or they would both be buried under this heap.

Gnashing his teeth together in frustration, Harry dashed forward, grabbing the unconscious woman by her shoulder before they both disappeared with a loud ‘CRACK!’

Moments later, the remnants of No. 12 Grimmauld Place collapsed, forever burying what little remained of the Most Ancient and Noble House of Black…

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The forest of Dean was peacefully quiet in the dead of night. Sounds of insects and the occasional hooting of an owl were the only signs of life to be heard. The slumber of nature was truly a sight to behold, witnessed by only those lucky few who respected its majesty truly.

The two individuals who appeared out of thin air with a deafening clap of thunder were not to be considered as ‘respectful of nature’.

Harry groaned as he landed in a heap on the ground. He had nary a moment to collect himself before something soft and heavy landed on his face and drove the air from his lungs. Tonight was most certainly not his night.

Reaching up, Harry pushed the plush weight from off his chest, only to realise said weight was none other than Bellatrix’s unconscious form. Particularly, it had been her rather large bust which landed on him first. Harry did his best to ignore that little fact and instead pushed himself to his feet.

He looked around to gain his bearings. He had made a blind apparition, vaguely calling for his magic to bring them somewhere ‘safe’. By all accounts, his magic had done its job, he just had no bloody clue where ‘safe’ was.

“Point me.” He whispered.

The ebony wand shuddered momentarily in his hand, sparking slightly at the tip before falling uselessly back against his palm. A sensation almost like a glare of disapproval sank into his mind coming from the wand itself. Perfect. Bellatrix’s wand was just as temperamental as the woman herself.

Harry tried again, this time pushing as much willpower as he could through the wand’s connection. The thin stick shuddered even more, fighting against his command. Harry grit his teeth, pushing even harder until- like a dam breaking open- his magic flooded the connection, washing away the wand’s aversion in one fell swoop. Sparks flew from the tip in a temperamental rage, but this time Harry was able to calm them with nary a thought. Finally, the wand rose from his palm, spinning around a few times before pointing steadily towards his 9 o’clock. Blue writing appeared in the air next to it, detailing a list of numbers and directions. Memorizing each, Harry cancelled the directional spell and lifted the wand once more.

“Expecto Patronum.” He whispered.

Prongs exploded out from the wand, prancing with his shining silver brilliance before coming to rest in front of Harry. He quickly spoke to the patronus, detailing a message to Ron and Hermione with his location before banishing the silvery stag away to deliver it. 

He didn’t want to risk apparating again, not with such a temperamental wand. With his luck, he’d end up with his body in Norwich and his head in Manchester. Sighing, Harry turned to evaluate his surroundings once more. It would be some time before his message reached his two friends, so he may as well get comfortable. But first, he needed to deal with his new ‘companion’.

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Bellatrix moaned in pain as she slowly came to. Her body felt as if it’d been on the receiving end of one of her master’s cruciatus curses. The pain was minimal thankfully, but her arms felt like they were made of stone. She could barely even open her eyes. The raven-haired witch groaned once more, her mind screamed for her to just stop and return to the blissful blackness once more but she couldn’t. She had to ensure her mission was complete and that Potter was well and truly dead.

Mustering her strength, Bellatrix slowly blinked her eyes open only to furrow them once she saw her current surroundings. What she expected to be a pile of rubble and charred wooden remains was instead the tan cloth of a tent canvas. Confusion filled her mind as she tried to sit up. Her body groaned in protest at the action and Bellatrix fell back against the bed with a huff. That spell had taken a lot out of her, more than she originally thou- Wait. Bed?

Turning her head, she was able to asses that, yes, she was indeed on a bed. What’s more, were the restraints that held her arms in place against the small headboard above her. She didn’t even feel them at first, yet they were there and wrapped tightly around her wrists. Shifting her legs, Bellatrix realized her feet must be bound as well. She couldn’t even sit up if she tried!

The Death Eater snarled to herself and tried in vain to fight against the restraints. It was no use though. Even if she were not completely exhausted, Bellatrix wouldn’t be able to escape from these binds without her wand. How the bloody hell did she even end up here?!

Just then, the flap on the other side of the tent swung open and admitted a figure that had Bellatrix's blood run cold.

“So you’re finally awake.” Potter hummed in acknowledgement. Bellatrix was too stunned to speak, the fact that he was here, ALIVE was- it was- well it was bloody impossible!

“Y-you- How are- You should be dead!” She cried.

Potter’s lips twisted into a cocky smirk that made Bellatrix want nothing more than to rip his eyes out. “Should I? You know a lot of people have told me that over the years, and yet here I am! Alive and well.” He said with a sarcastic bite. “But you Bella- well I highly doubt you’ll have to worry about that much longer.”

Bellatrix sneered at his bleeding arrogance. “Is that so? What are you going to do Potter hmm? Is the ickle hero going to hurt me?” She cooed out the last part in the childish voice that never failed to make her enemies shudder. It always amused her to see their annoyance and disgust at her baby talk, yet Potter remained infuriatingly cool.

“You would deserve it.” He replied simply.

Bellatrix laughed at that, letting her voice cackle the sound till it was a nail-raking menacing sound. “Oh yes, I’m sure! All the bad bad things I’ve done over the years, I believe I deserve a lot of things. The question is, do you have the stomach to see those punishments through Potter?”

The boy said nothing, merely stared at her with those glowing emerald eyes that practically oozed with hatred for her. It was a thing of beauty to see, truly. One she always loved to force from even the most goodie-two-shoes out there! She believed wholeheartedly that hate was a natural human emotion, one to be embraced. It was a joy to make her enemies see that as well.

“Go on then Potter. Make it hurt~” She cooed with a wide toothy grin.

Potter remained where he stood, still as a statue. Bellatrix laughed again, her feet kicking with amusement against her bindings. “As I thought! Next time you make threats, do try and back them up, little wizard.” She giggled.

Her laughter was cut short as the bindings around her feet and hands suddenly shifted. The crazed witch yelped as she was hauled to her feet by an invisible force, flying through the air until she floated mere inches away from Potter’s face. 

“What did you-” She growled, only to be cut off as Potter held up a familiar ebony black wand.

“Hope you don’t mind if I borrow this by the way. It’s such a lovely fit.” He smirked.

Bellatrix cursed to herself, teeth gnashing with anger as she fought. “Take your filthy hands off my wand, you bloody half-breed-”

‘SMACK!’

Pain exploded against her left cheek from the blow. Bellatrix shook the stars from her eyes, the slap was powerful enough for blood to splatter from her mouth and cause her ears to ring irritably. The raven-haired witch growled in anger and snapped her gaze back up to meet Potter’s smirking face.

“You dare strike me?” She hissed.

Potter scoffed and rolled his eyes. “We just tried killing each other for ten minutes Lestrange, I think a little slap is more than on par for our relationship.”

Bellatrix seethed with fury. The arrogance of this upstart mudblood was appalling. To think he could strike her, much less touch her was enough for her blood to scream with rage.

“You better kill me now Potter, because if you don’t I’ll ensure you spend the rest of your life in torturous misery. I will rip you apart piece by piece, just to put you back together and start again. I’ll make you watch while I skin your beloved little family of blood-traitors alive and-”

Any further words were cut off as another slap crashed against her cheek. Bellatrix grunted from the force of the blow, her vision becoming shaky and her mind disoriented.

“You have quite the mouth on you Lestrange.” Potter said in exasperation. “Merlin, it makes me wonder if your husband has ever given you a proper shag.”

Bellatrix grimaced in distaste and threw her nose in the air. “As if I’d let that half-wit anywhere near my body. It’s only by the grace of our lord that I haven’t killed the fool yet.” Not for a lack of trying either. She’d spent thousands of galleons on the best poisons and cursed objects known to man, and yet her lick-spittle husband had somehow blundered his way into surviving it all. How was she supposed to give herself fully to her lord if she was forever chained to that fool?!

Potter laughed, actually laughed at her words, and shook his head. “Guess I was right about never getting a proper shag then. I actually pity you.”

“Oh and you’re such an expert on the subject hmm?” She sneered. “Your little mudblood whores you roll around in the mud with are nothing compared to the honour of laying with a proper pureblooded witch. Not that you’ll ever get to experience that.”

Something darkened in Potter’s eyes at her words. He stepped towards her, his face coming only a hairsbreadth away from hers.

“Is that so?” He murmured. Bellatrix gasped as she felt a hand ghost over the swell of her arse. She could feel it rise up along her ribs and settle right below the cusp of her breasts, forcing a small shiver of…something to run down her spine. “I have a ‘proper pureblood witch’ right here though. One I can do anything I want with…”

Bellatrix swallowed thickly as he peered darkly into her eyes. His bastardly hands were grazing over her breasts now and she cursed herself for foregoing the use of a bra today. She usually went commando while out on a mission. It always added a nice thrill to things in the heat of a battle and it made it a lot easier for her to find her own pleasure after a particularly intense raid. Now though, the absence of a brassiere only made it harder for her to hide the pleasure she felt as Potter’s filthy hands brushed over her nipples. Curse her sensitive breasts!

“T-take your dirty hands off me P-Potter!” She said through clenched teeth.

Potter hummed and brought a hand up to grab her roughly by the cheeks. “I don’t think you’re in a position to make demands Lestrange.”

Bellatrix growled as he released his grip on her face. Just as she was about to spit out another biting remark, Potter surged forward, ripping the hem of her dress down and letting her naked breasts spill free.

Her captor clicked his tongue approvingly and reached up to caress her bare tits. “Very nice Lestrange. I thought Azkaban would’ve ruined a figure like yours after all that time.”

Bellatrix wanted nothing more than to curse the upstart half-blood to oblivion. As it was, she was currently too preoccupied with keeping her mouth clamped shut to stop any traitorous noises of pleasure from escaping. Mentally she cursed herself as well. Not only was her body responding to the pleasurable sensations audibly, but physically as well. Her nipples were already rapidly hardening under Potter’s touch. Worse, Bellatrix could feel a smouldering fire ignite in her core. It took all her willpower not to rub her thighs together in arousal as her pussy slowly moistened with excitement.

Why was her body reacting this way?! It should repulse her to be touched like this by someone like Potter! Her body should be recoiling with disgust and she should want nothing more than to rip him asunder for daring to molest her. Yet her body practically cooed with arousal! Her mind was certainly still filled with fury and righteous anger for the half-blood’s audacity, but even she could feel a smart part of her mangled psyche want to give into his touch. To let him have his way with her and perhaps feel the pleasure she’s spent years yearning for. Pleasure that her master had never seen fit to give her.

‘Why would he? He only ever gives us pain.’ A voice whispered in her ear. It sounded small, broken- like it was speaking from a place long devoid of happiness. It sounded…resigned.

Its words were treasonous. A poison that went against her beloved master. She would not hear it! She could not!

But…why did the voice sound so very similar to her own? Not the voice of Bellatrix Lestrange, but the one she used to speak with as Bellatrix Black.

Bella shook her head, clearing the traitorous thoughts from her mind. No, she’d not let something as pathetic as pleasure poison her belief in her lord.

But fuck it was tempting.

She was forced to bite down on her bottom lip to stop a breathy moan from escaping. Potter had one hand firmly on her right breast and another was slowly spreading her thighs apart. It shamed her to admit that they were spread with relative ease. She could’ve slammed them close and fought against his poisonous touch. She should have! But she didn’t. Instead, Bellatrix’s legs were spread apart and her pussy wept with joy as Potter’s fingers met her outer folds.

“My, my what’s this?” Potter chuckled. “You’re fucking soaked Bella.”

Bellatrix grimaced and turned her face away from his taunting gaze. “What d-do you know Potter? I d-doubt you’ve ever even touched a cunt befo-Hng!” The raven-haired witch gasped as two of Potter’s fingers suddenly forced their way into her taut opening. Her inner walls instantly clamped down around the two intruding digits as a jolt of pleasure tore its way up her spine. 

“Sorry I didn’t quite catch that.” He smirked.

Bellatrix could only sputter out a few gasping curses as Potter began to rock his fingers in and out of her dripping cunt. She wouldn’t stop the whorish sounds from escaping now. As he sank his digits deeper into her velvety core, Bellatrix could only moan and whimper from the pleasure wracking her nerves. Things only got worse when he pressed the bad of his thumb against her precious little nub. The demented witch nearly doubled over in ecstasy as her clit was massaged with precise flicks. Fuck it was too good! Her already fractured mind could barely handle it all! She hasn’t felt pleasure like this in so long, not even from her own hand. It was too much- too fast- fuck she felt like she was going to explode. She felt like she was going to-

“GYAHHHH!” She cried.

Her body spasmed uncontrollably against her levitating binds. A ruthless climax tore its way through her entire being, flooding every nerve with a tsunami of pleasure. Bellatrix sobbed pitifully as her first true orgasm in years was triggered. She could feel her pussy flutter around Potter’s repulsive fingers. He had yet to pause his movements, pushing his digits in and out of her gushing quim as she came. The pleasure was overwhelming. Her mind was slipping and she didn’t know if she could hold on.

Bellatrix nearly cried in relief as Potter pulled his fingers free from her drooling snatch. Her orgasm was slowly fading, leaving behind a post-climax buzz throughout her body. She used the sudden reprieve to gulp down a few much-needed breaths.

Just as the burning in her lungs began to abate, the bindings around her wrists were yanked by an unseen force, banishing the dangerous witch back onto the bed. Bellatrix grunted as her body was magically forced face-first against the thin mattress. The bindings around her feet disappeared as soon as she landed and part of her wasn’t surprised when her arse was pushed high into the air.

The cool evening air tickled her bare cunt, but a chilly draught would be the least of her problems soon. She was able to crane her neck just enough to watch as Potter removed his clothes and settled onto the bed behind her. The sight of his cock sent both a shiver of fear and a tinge of excitement down her spine. Fate was indeed a cruel mistress if Potter was given such a mouthwateringly thick cock.

Bella let a small coo slip out when she felt something thick and hard pressed against her entrance. From behind her, she could hear Potter chuckle in amusement at her unintentional slip-up. The menacing witch’s face became hot with embarrassment, something that hadn’t happened in a long, long time.

“Seems like someone’s excited.” Potter murmured behind her. Bellatrix growled at his words and tried hard not to physically react as he began to drag his engorged cock-head up and down her slit.

“Shut it Potter!” She hissed. “I’m simply growing impatient. The sooner you stick your pathetic cock inside me, the sooner this nightmare can be over!”

It was a thinly veiled plea for him to fuck her already and they both knew it. She could practically feel Potter’s amusement at her words ooze off of him. Yet he surprisingly didn’t offer another remark. Instead, she felt him adjust the position of his cock, pressing the tip teasingly against her entrance. Bella couldn’t deny how excited she was. Her body yearned for him to take the plunge. Her pussy was already drenched from her previous orgasm, yet it still wept with arousal, lubing her tight hole so she could take Potter’s cock as deep as possible.

‘What are we doing- Why do we feel like this- WHy dO We wAnt ThIS?!’

Bella whimpered as the voices from earlier filled her mind just as Potter’s cock finally filled her cunt as well. She couldn’t help but let out a deep, gasping moan. Potter’s cock was stretching her pussy to its limit, spreading her tight walls like a cleaver. The fullness in her core was unparalleled, and as her eyes rolled to the back of her skull in abject ecstasy every single voice in her head was suddenly silenced.

“Please…” Bellatrix whispered, sounding just as small and desperate as the one who first whispered in her mind.

If Harry heard her, he didn’t voice it. That was perhaps for the best. Bella wasn’t sure what she was pleading for, only that she needed it desperately. Two strong hands came to rest on her wide hips. She could feel his grip tighten as he slowly pulled out of her depths until just the tip remained. Barely a heartbeat passed before Harry slammed his hips forward, ramming his thick veiny cock back inside her with unrelenting force.

Bellatrix cried out as her pussy was suddenly attacked by an onslaught of powerful thrusts. Where before it had been a slow, deliberate push into her folds, now Harry was pounding into her poor unused pussy like a battering ram. The older woman buried her face into the thin mattress and screamed. Her cunt was being torn apart, forcibly remoulded to the shape of Potter’s cock. She could feel something building, not just in her core but in her mind as well. It was a feeling she couldn’t identify, a foreign sensation that was absent from her consciousness for many, many years.

She was…happy?

No- No that couldn’t be. Bellatrix had felt happiness before. Her mind sang with it every time her master honoured her with praising words. She lived for that feeling, sought it out like an addict! Yet this blew that small, insignificant, feeling out of the water.

‘Our lord makes you happy like a dog is happy to do tricks. He broke you until you begged for more. Potter may not care for you, but at least he treats you like a person and not a useful attack dog.’

The voice was back, far louder now than it had ever been. Bellatrix wanted to argue against its words, but her mind was too fuzzy to form even the barest of a thought. Her pussy was gushing with an unrelenting climax. The fire in her nerves from earlier was like a blazing inferno now. Even the barest of touches against her skin was enough to turn her into a trembling mess.

Bella cried out as Potter grabbed a handful of her hair and yanked. She was forced onto her knees, held up only by his grip on her raven locks. Despite the pain in her scalp, Bellatrix couldn’t help but moan whorishly as he took her pussy even harder. The pain brought a strange mix to the pleasure that was oddly arousing. She found herself responding to it unconsciously, pressing her arse against Potter while her bound hands sank down to massage her throbbing clit.

Potter’s groans of pleasure in her ear sent an excited trill up her spine. She found she wished to hear it more. Bellatrix bit her lip as her body was assaulted with another wave of climaxing pleasure. It was a struggle to keep herself conscious, the overwhelming flood of endorphins was almost too much for her to do anything but sit there and take it. But Bellatrix wasn’t some weak-willed slut, she was not a slave to her pleasure. Biting her lip, the climaxing witch reached down with her bound wrists and cupped Potter’s swinging balls with both hands.

The shift in how her weight was distributed made the burning in her scalp worse, but it was worth it to hear the surprised grunt of pleasure spill from Harry’s lips.

“Yessss~” She hissed. “Oh yes keep going! Please~” Bellatrix gasped as Potter’s other hand, the one not in her hair, came up and wrapped tightly around her throat. The sheer erotic feeling of her airway being squeezed paired with her cunt being stretched forcibly open was enough to trigger yet another climax. Bellatrix let herself go, riding the waves of pleasure with her hands firmly on Potter’s balls and her vision going dark from lack of air.

Whether it was the pleasure, the pain, or a stunning mixture of both with her mental instability, Bellatrix felt something in her mind click firmly into place as her consciousness faded. The last thing she remembered was her womb being flooded with warmth and her dear saviour’s groan of pleasure in her ear.

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Two Months Later

“You’re sure this is a Horcrux?” Harry asked with a hint of disbelief.

A scoff of offence was his answering response. “You wound me, master! Did I not deliver you the locket and cup? After I removed the serpent’s head from its body and set fire to its remains? Did I not show you the secret Black Family soul magic to remove the Horcrux in your very head?”

Harry sighed. She had him there.

“It's just- a tiara? Really?”

Bella giggled brightly and examined the glimmering diadem on the table. “I never said he was very smart with his choices in soul containers.”

“He could’ve made a pebble into a Horcruz and thrown it into the ocean! But no, he chose a tiara!”

“Not just a tiara, one of the most famous tiaras in the wizarding world.” Hermione chimed from the other side of the table. “This is Rowena Ravenclaw’s lost diadem!”

Harry groaned again. “How did this idiot ever become a threat.” He muttered. “Let’s just get this over with.” With a sigh, Harry raised his basilisk tooth into the air and brought it swiftly down onto the gleaming circlet. A shrill screech later, and the artefact lay in two pieces, marking the final Horcrux to be destroyed.

The group was silent for a few moments before Ron spoke up. “Where’d you- uh- where’d you find it anyway?”

“Hogwarts of course!” Bella giggled as she snuggled into Harry’s side. The group groaned in unison while Harry had to swat her hand away from his crotch before she could slip it into his trousers.

“Can we just go kill the tosser now?”

“Why master I thought you’d never ask!” Bellatrix said excitedly.

Harry could only roll his eyes at her enthusiasm. No matter what sort of rehabilitation he did with the woman, her blood lust would always remain. At least it was pointed towards the dark wizards this time. As long as he shagged her rotten now and again, Bellatrix was more than happy to reign down fire and brimstone on the dark lord and his cronies.

There were worse ways to end the way he supposed, not that Harry minded his current solution.

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Author’s Note

So this one-shot became wayyyy longer than I intended but I doubt you guys are complaining lol. It’s been a while since I’ve done a Bellatrix-focused fic, and this one was a nice refresher on her character. Hope you all enjoyed!

Thanks for reading!