Chapter 7: My dear Bella(Edited)
(Bella's POV)
Life is full of surprises and uncertainties, like her master, the greatest wizard, being killed by a half-blood brat. The Longbottoms had over thirty Aurors on call waiting to ambush her and her fellow Death Eaters. If that wasn't enough, goody-two-shoes Sirius killing an innocent guard by ripping his throat out.
Then, seeing him take them all out by blasting through the prison made her hope that maybe he was a secret agent of her Lord, but that was all dashed when he threw us all into the infamous Black dungeon. As much as she hated the Azkaban cells with Dementors, she would have preferred it over this place. Not only did it remind her of her now-destroyed family, but the magical suppression wards here made her feel like a filthy Muggle.
Sirius didn't come down in the first few weeks, but what she witnessed when he finally did come down shocked her.
This new Sirius was different. Sure, he was always handsome, but now, elegant and classy would describe him better. His body had changed, making his presence akin to that of a warrior. His temperament now exuded both brutality and gentlemanliness, further complexifying him. He now marched with conviction, and his eyes always had a calculating glint whenever he looked at them, like he was determining their value. Then he started using all kinds of magic on her fellow inmates, ranging from memory magic, dark mind control magic, and even some she had never seen before, like illusions. Though he never once tried them on her, he didn't even pay her special attention, apart from the curious glances when he first came in. At first, she thought it was some misguided family affection, but that was shattered when he provided her with only meager bread and water.
As she thought more and more about the new enigma her cousin was, she heard the door opening.
"Click!"
In comes Sirius!
Her fellow inmates were now much subdued and didn't even heckle him due to the torment and experiments he put them through.
He nonchalantly waved his wand, conjuring a ward that immediately silenced the entire dungeon.
Though she could hear his steps, he strode toward her side. He had long legs, like his father. Except, he walked with all the aristocratic elegance of their grandfather. There was fluidity, the lithe agility of a jaguar on the hunt for prey, in every movement he made. By the look in his cold grey eyes, she was the prey.
A cold shudder ran down her spine, and her heart started beating when she saw a twitch in his lips and heard his cold yet smooth voice.
"Hi, cousin."
(POV ends)
(POV Sirius)
Staring into her dark eyes, I caught a fleeting look of panic and fear. A Legilimency probe revealed a few surface thoughts, but she was desperately pushing the investigation away. I didn't care about her affronted expression at my shameless mind-reading. She was a prisoner, and I was the warden.
Waving my hand, I transfigured the air into a comfortable black chair and sat down, making myself comfortable. I saw her eyes widen momentarily at the wandless magic. She didn't know that I had my wand tucked into my right arm. Had she not been so desperate and hungry for the past few years, she might have been suspicious. Wandless magic, although impressive, is useless in a fight because it's slow and can damage your hands if you don't have enough control.
"How the mighty have fallen," I said, listing off her various nicknames: "The Slytherin Queen," "Best Duelist of her Generation," "Mistress of Dark Arts," "The Mad Black," "Dark Lord's Right-Hand Woman," "Lady Lestrange."
A flash of anger, madness, and resentment appeared on her face, but she quickly composed herself and spoke cordially from her confinement. "Finally deigning to visit me, Siri!"
She was trying to play it cool, but I wanted to see her lose her composure. Bella's memories painted a picture of a girl who was always eager to please the person she viewed as holding the most power: first her father, then our grandfather, and then Voldemort. She had a desperate need for the approval of influential figures, and Voldemort's death was a big blow to her already fragile psyche.
Dark magic permanently destroys the minds of its users if they don't have strong minds. Bella may have been strong, but she never had a strong will, always seeking a strong pillar in her life. My task was to break her image of her previous pillar and become the new immovable anchor.
I smirked at the nickname and continued to irritate her. "Hardly, after what your fallen master put me and my side through, the hatred for you runs deep."
Her cool demeanor broke, and she snarled from her confinement, "He is not dead; he will be back!"
Ignoring her murderous expression, I kept my smirk and replied, "Dear, how long has it been, seventeen long years? Still, no sign of him showing up, not to come and help his most faithful servants who didn't betray him."
Anxiously, she responded, "He is alive and will be back, and he is the greatest after all."
I leaned forward and met her eyes through the cell bars, breaking the holes in her reasoning.
"So he is cowering like a coward, licking his wounds. Wasn't he the greatest? Now, most of his followers have betrayed him or are in jail. What is he waiting for, Bella?"
Desperation filled her eyes as she shook her head and repeated, "No, no, no, no."
As our eyes locked, I used Legilimency to send emotions of despair and loneliness into her mind. She was too busy imagining her once-proud unbeatable Lord hiding away like a coward.
Although I mostly said half-truths, like he wasn't hiding but waiting for a wizard to possess, he wasn't afraid but mostly angry
Leaning back in the chair, I continued, "We both know that Rose didn't do anything on her own. It was Lily's spell that banished him."
Getting up and walking closer to the cell so that my face was in between the bars, I mockingly said, "I can understand him, learning magic for seventy years only to be defeated by a 'mudblood' who barely graduated."
"I would be hiding too if I were in his position. Just imagine the shame."
With a chuckle, I left the now quickly pale Bellatrix.
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~Ottery St. Catchpole~
Two young men, who appeared to be twins, were in the woods and examining a broom between them.
"Hey, George, wouldn't it be better to make Ron try it first?"
"You're right, my less handsome twin, but mum would have our hides."
"Wow, an intelligent assumption from the dumber twin."
"Fred."
"George."
"We both know who's the more handsome."
"We both know who's the smarter one."
They chuckled at their banter and Fred lifted the broom and threw it up while George backed up, and Fred followed him.
The broom left the ground, and the twins stomped their feet in the background.
A mechanism was triggered, as if in response to the stomping, and the broom grew a bulbous, phallus-shaped object made of wood.
"Ha ha!"
"Let's try it on, Oliver."
"Check if he feels the wood."
A baritone voice interjected between them.
"I think the width should be decreased. It would increase the speed at which it shoots out."
"See, Fred, I told you!"
"George, but what if they don't feel it?"
As they were about to start a discussion on width and length, a chill ran up their spine when they realized that there was a third, unknown voice.
Whirling around, their hands reached for their wands, but their faces paled when they realized that Molly had not allowed them to bring their wands with them for the summer.
The last thing they saw was a red bolt of magic hitting them.
Their last thought was how inhumanly fast their attacker was. To silently cast two identical spells at that speed was unheard of.
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