188. Kreacher always loved the pull, that little twist right in his stomach that meant his Master was calling him. That his Master needed him. He remembers feeling it again after Sirius died, hoping, hoping, it was Madame Malfoy or Madame Lestrange- his mistress liked them, it must’ve been for a reason. To find out it was Sirius’ godson sent disappointment through him. It was only a few years later he began to feel that warmth again, when Mister Potter and friends would thank him for his pies, or sandwiches.
“Are you sure this is ok?” Harry hissed. He and Hermione were squashed underneath the Invisibility cloak on a small wagon while a disguised Ron and Abeforth marched up the stairs to Gringotts Bank. The cart wobbled as it floated behind the men, knocking pottery together and making the piles of bronze and silver instruments jangle.
Hermione pinched him. “Be quiet,” She whispered. Harry looked at her indignantly, only to be met with an unimpressed glare as they weaved through the atrium of the bank. Hermione yanked him down again, shoving them further into the corner as Abeforth walked up to the open teller.
“Name.” The goblin manning the teller kept his large eyes on the parchment in front of him, scribbling away with his quill.
“Abeforth Kenneth Friedrich Thomas Dumbledore.”
Harry exchanged a look with Hermione. Did everyone in Dumbledore’s family have multiple middle names?
“Key,” The goblin drolled out. Abeforth drew out a copper key from his sleeve and tossed it on the desk. The goblin paused, and set it’s quill down. It picked up the key with the very tips of its claws, turning it to examine every centimeter. Finally it set the key down and pulled out a slip of paper. Stamping it, the goblin called out to another goblin, this one with more wrinkles on its face and greying hair and handed the paper over.
“Wraither will take you,” The goblin said brusquely, eyes already fixated on its paper. “Next!”
Harry breathed a sigh of relief as Wraither took them through a small hallway to the mine carts. Wraither climbed in first, followed by Ron and the wagon with Abeforth taking up the rear. The goblin yanked on a lever and the cart rolled down the tracks, gaining speed as it took swift turns and sharp dives into the bowels of Gringotts.
hi hello welcome! this is terrifying. meet this highly skilled magical duelist with little conscience and a tendency for harming, torture and all things relatively evil, who also tends to sit upon chained chairs as if they were a throne, also known as madam BELLATRIX LESTRANGE from the HARRY POTTER series. penned by BUBBLES, who’s basically exactly what the name suggests, but also a bit of a sinbin. either LIKE or REBLOG this post if you’re interested in writing with me!
Leta Lestrange was in her room preparing for her…trip. As they called it when there’s a knock on the door.
A harried looking Madame Lestrange enters the room.
Madame Lestrange: It’s time
Madame Lestrange leads her to the back entrance of the Lestrange home where her father is waiting for her. Suitcase in hand.
Master Lestrange: With any luck, straight to he you dirty Squib!
Madame Lestrange stays silent as Leta reaches for the door.
I’d like to make it clear that it’s people like you who bring disgrace to this family. You disgusting, cruel, sniveling brats! You had to beg to be in our house. But when my time comes, when I go to Hogwarts, and I do mean when. They will relish in finally getting back what they deserve.
Leta slams the door behind her leaving her old life behind…
“I hate this fucking place,” says Sirius and his brother laughs, idly stabbing out his cigarette on the upholstery of the antique 17th century armchair he’s sitting on, “Get off your fucking arse and help me unpack the decorations.”
“Thanks but no thanks,” says Regulus, stretching his legs out, “D’you remember Christmas, 1972?”
“Not funny Regs.”
“Please,” he replies, “You sat there through the whole thing with a face like a stuffed fish, too afraid to put any food on your plate because no one was talking to you and everything was out of your reach. Good thing Uncle Alphard was there to watch out for you.”
“Yeah I remember you being a right tit and refusing to talk to me at all ‘cos mother and father refused to. Complete and utter arse.”
“To be fair,” says Regulus, “Mum was a lot more terrifying than you. ‘Sides, we were only the sideshow. Christmas dinner was Andy and Bella’s tour de force.”
Sirius pauses in the middle of opening yet another musty old box of decorations, “Ah yes,” he says fondly, “Dear old Andy.”
“I personally preferred Bella’s performance,” Regulus closes his eyes and grins.
“’S ‘cos you’re a sadistic arse, ergo the tattoo on your arm.”
“Thank you brother dearest.”
The dinner had started off pleasantly, or at least as pleasantly as any dinner which involved all the various members of the Black family coming together under one roof could go. True, there had been some, let us say, displeasure expressed when Alphard had turned up with an entirely inappropriate date on his arm. True, Andromeda Black’s eyes were a little too red to convince all but the most lax observer that there was not something amiss. And there might have been the little detail, the trifling detail, where no one talked to young Sirius, except for Alphard Black. But all in all, the Black family Christmas dinner of 1972 was quite pleasant as far as family dinners went.
No one had been murdered yet and that, at least, made it a greater success than the Christmas dinner of 1751, where at least one person ended up hung from the chandeliers, two ended up in St Mungo’s after prolonged exposure to the Cruciatus curse and both the Burke and the Greengrass families had walked out and then proceeded to refuse to have anything to do with the Black family after that.
Indeed, Walburga Black thought it rather more successful than Christmas, 1963, when Antinous Lestrange, clearly in his cups, had interrupted their dinner and then threatened to give Alphard Black a sound thrashing for trifling with his sister.
If her … son’s … unhappy face and Andromeda’s red-rimmed eyes were the price to pay, then it was a very slim price, she thought, and worth it.
“Shall I fill your glass again, Miss Bella?”
“I think,” said Rodolphus, frowning, “That Miss Bella has had enough wine Kreacher.”
The table fell silent and every eye turned in their direction.
“Really darling,” said Bellatrix, with false sweetness, “I think I can tell when I’ve had enough wine to drink. Fill my glass, Kreacher.”
“Bella,” hissed Druella, well aware of the swift glance that Walburga and Lucretia had exchanged.
“What, mother? I’m not old enough to drink six glasses of wine, but old enough to have myself peddled around to solve your family feuds, never-mind what I want?”
Everyone pretended not to see the way Rodolphus’ knuckles whitened around the knife he was using to slice his beef.
“My dear,” Orion said, soft, but firm, “I think a drink of water would do you good.”
She laughed, “Et tu, uncle? Look at you all. All of you preoccupied with old hierarchies and ancient grudges, while our world falls to pieces around us – and what do you do? Sit closeted in your marble halls, complaining, but never doing? Trading your daughters like pawns? Are we not equal to your sons? Are you telling me that I am worse than that blood-traitor filth?”
Sirius sank a little in his chair, although no one looked at him and Alphard Black patted his knee comfortingly, “It’s nothing to do with you,” he whispered to Sirius, “Bella doesn’t mean it, really.”
“Kreacher,” said Walburga, cutting Bellatrix off, “Come here.”
Kreacher obediently went to her side.
“You will fetch Madam Lestrange a glass of water. Meanwhile, Madam Lestrange will apologize to her husband, to your uncle and then to everyone at the table.”
Rodolphus looked fixedly down at his plate, fiddling with his cutlery, as Bellatrix’s chin tilted upwards mulishly.
“With all due respect, ma’am,” Bellatrix said, with as much politeness as she could muster, “I fail to see why I ought to apologize for our inaction and even more so, for my own mistreatment at your hands. I am not a piece of flesh –“
“Cygnus,” hissed Druella, “Stop your daughter”
He shrugged and took an overlarge sip of his wine, “You raised her.”
“- I will not be peddled for my name, I will not be a meek, docile nobody like her,” she looked across the table at her mother, “Content to spend my days writing out invitations to all of his friends –“
There was the sound of cutlery clattering against the china and Rodolphus Lestrange stood up and stormed out without so much as a word.
“Bella,” Druella Black angrily at her, nearly on the verge of tears herself, “Apologize to him. Now.”
“No,” said Andromeda, all of a sudden, “She’s quite right. She shouldn’t have to apologize for who she is.”
“Andromeda,” Cygnus said warningly, “This is not your –“
“No father,” she stood up, throwing her napkin down, “It is my business. I’ve had enough of this family, enough of listening to you debate our merits and failings as though were … horseflesh… to be sold to the highest bidder. I am tired of being told how to lace my corsets – no one fucking wears corsets anymore – and how to sit, how to stand, how to breathe. And what’s more. I’m sick of the arrogance and the fucking –“
“Andromeda Black,” her father thundered, “Sit down.”
“And the fucking callousness,” she continued, her voice growing louder, “Of you and mother and that fucking bitch,” she pointed at Bellatrix, “So you can turf people out of their jobs, simply because you don’t like the way they looked at your daughters, well wake up and smell the fucking sunshine, I like it and I’ve been shagging that mudblood you got kicked out of his job on the side and you know what? I bet I’m having more fun than Bella, who can’t even get a good shag with her fucking husband.”
Druella Rosier-Black ran out of the room and Lucretia Black-Prewett followed her out hastily to calm her down from her hysterics. Ignatius Prewett slipped away from the table on the pretense of needing the loo.
Bellatrix reached around wildly, for the nearest thing in reach and ended up throwing a knife that barely missed her sister’s head, “Shut up.”
“Oh piss off Bella, it’s not like you love him anyway, trailing after that stupid fucking Dark Lord like you are ‘Oh he’s so powerful and smart and witty and visionary, what I’d do to have him just look my way and put his hands up – OW,” she reached for her cheek, where her uncle had slapped her.
On the other side of the table, Alphard Black held a struggling Bellatrix back from her sister.
“If you don’t get your daughters under control, Cygnus,” said Orion Black, holding his niece firmly by her wrists, “I shall be forced to take care of them myself.”
Cygnus shrugged, “By all means go ahead, cousin dearest. You are the head of the family, so save us.”
“Very well then,” Orion replied, “You will apologize to your sister, Andromeda, or else you will leave this house and never return. You will no longer bear the esteemed name Black and as far as you are concerned, you will be dead to us and all the doors your name once used to open for you will remain shut to you.”
“I say -,” said Alphard, uncomfortably, “Don’t you think you’re coming on a bit too strong, Orion?”
“And let her continue in her headstrong foolishness? Such wildness should be nipped in the bud.”
“She’s a child –“
“She is eighteen. Unlike you, cousin, I believe her intelligent enough to decide for herself. She knows what is good for her.”
“Cygnus, for goodness’ sake,” Alphard said imploringly, “You cannot let him throw her out.”
Cygnus looked at his brother and then at his cousin, “He would do the same, if it were his son, wouldn’t he?”
Walburga’s glass hit the table with a little bit too much force and Orion went very still.
“I would,” he said, softly, a moment later, “If he was old enough to understand his folly.”
Cygnus smiled and raised his glass, “You see? Orion is the head of our family. You must trust him Alphard.”
“Aye,” Alphard said softly, “I suppose I must. God forgive this family,” Alphard breathed, releasing his niece, “You must do as you see fit, but I cannot stand by and watch this. Goodnight sister. Cousin. Brother.”
“You won’t really cast her out, will you uncle?” Narcissa asked in a tiny voice, looking down at her hands.
“Oh he will, dearest,” Cygnus Black replied, “You must understand, love, there is no use in an idle threat.”
She pressed her hand to her mouth and looked at her sister with tear-filled eyes, imploring her to rethink her actions.
Andromeda looked, instead at her uncle. If she looked at her youngest sister she would be swayed, she knew, and tempted to stay behind. If not for her mother and father, for ‘Cissa.
Orion’s face remained completely impassive.
“Then,” she said, “You must count yourself one niece short.”
She prised herself free of his grip, suddenly lax, no doubt from the shock at her decision and ran as fast as she could, not even bothering to take her cloak.
“Well then,” said Walburga, rising from her chair, “I must go fix the tapestry.”
“Congratulations Cygnus,” said Orion, still unmoving, “You now have just two daughters.”
Bellatrix began to laugh and Cygnus gently patted his youngest daughter’s hand as she burst into tears.
No one noticed the way Sirius Black, age twelve, had turned white, or the way he breathed in short shallow breaths as though he would cry any moment.
“I don’t see why you still think about it,” says Bellatrix, “She was a fool.”
Narcissa whirls around and Bellatrix recoils at the expression on her sister’s face, “In case you don’t remember, sister dearest, it was your foolish drunken ranting which was the cause for it all. If you had held your tongue, if you had only kept a civil tongue in your head, we might have been a whole family. Mother and father would still be alive, and so would Aunt Walburga and Uncle Orion. Sirius would have never run away, Uncle Alphard would have still been part of our family and Regulus would never have died at seventeen. It was your selfishness which brought us here, which made you this,” she closes her eyes and breathes in deeply, “You will conduct yourself as a Black, not a convict or however you Death Eaters comport yourselves on the battlefield. I will not let you ruin this dinner Bella, I do not care how the years at Azkaban have ruined you. This is my house, my dinner and you will comport yourself with dignity as befits a Black. If you don’t, I will hex you to hell and back.”
Bellatrix rolls her eyes, “Yes ma’am,” she curtsies in a manner that can only be called mocking.
Narcissa turns away and leaves the room without a word and her sister laughs wildly.
(For the anon who wanted to hear about the Black family at Christmas.)
Harry Potter Challenge: Twenty Characters Who Didn’t Survive⤵ #1: Madam Bellatrix Lestrange(née Black) (c. 1951—2 May, 1998) was a pure-blood witch, the daughter of Cygnus III and Druella Black and elder sister of Andromeda Tonks and Narcissa Malfoy. She started her education at Hogwarts in 1962 and was Sorted into Slytherin house. After graduating from Hogwarts, she became a Death Eater, fanatically loyal to Lord Voldemort. She was one of the few known females in the group, as well as among the most dangerous and sadistic of Voldemort’s followers. While Bellatrix and Narcissa married pure-blood wizards, Andromeda married Ted Tonks and was disowned by the family. At the end of the First Wizarding War, Bellatrix, her husband, Rodolphus Lestrange, his brother Rabastan, and Barty Crouch Jr. took part in the torture of Aurors Frank and Alice Longbottom to the point of driving them insane, while searching for information on Lord Voldemort after his first downfall. They were caught, and sentenced to life imprisonment in Azkaban for torturing the two Aurors, but escaped in the 1996 mass break-out, along with nine other Death Eaters. She participated in several battles of the Second Wizarding War, making it a particular goal to kill any relatives who were members of the Order of the Phoenix, including her cousin Sirius Black and niece Nymphadora Tonks. She also killed the Malfoy family’s former house-elf, Dobby, who had become a firm ally of Harry Potter, with her knife. During the battle that ended the war, she was the last Death Eater standing, apart from Voldemort, but was eventually killed in a duel by Molly Weasley.
Main Characters- Reader, Draco Malfoy, Lucius Malfoy, Narcissa Malfoy, Bellatrix Lestrange
Herbology class, possibly the most boring class of the day. You anxiously waited for class to end so you could see Draco. You were in the same class but you were no where near each other which made it hard to talk. Thank goodness the goof Neville Longbottom messed up the assignment and passed out so class was dismissed early. It was your last year at Hogwarts, not many had returned after the second wizarding war that took place just last year, but you and Draco still felt it was necessary to finish out your schooling. Professor Sprout dismissed class and went to help Neville to the hospital wing. You walked out and you jumped a little once you felt arms wrap around your waist from behind. It was your boyfriend Draco, who you had been happily dating for nearly 4 years. He rested his head on your shoulder and you turned around and went to kiss him, even tho you had to stand on the tips of your toes. “Your so short!” Draco mumbled. “I know! Shut up!” He giggled and said,“ Fine, but only if you agree to come have dinner with me and my family at Malfoy Manor tomorrow evening…” Draco asked nervously. You smiled and nodded. “I would love too!” He smiled and a relieved look spread across his face. You smiled and began to walk to your next class with him as he said,“ and just for the record, I think your height is adorable!” You giggled a little as he smiled at you. Then you walked hand in hand to your next class.
It was Friday afternoon, the evening of which you would attend a dinner at Malfoy Manor with Draco’s parents and his Aunt Bellatrix. Draco has let you know that you all would just meet in the Slytherin common room that afternoon and you would apparate to Malfoy Manor together, so you weren’t alone. It was nearly 3, the time Draco would be meeting you in the common room. You looked rather fancy in black cocktail dress with grey and sequin details. Some black heals, and your hair fell down on your shoulders in loose curls. Draco arrived looking nice as always in a black suit. “Ready my darling?” You nodded. “As ready as I will ever be!” Draco could tell you were nervous he put his hand on your cheek and pulled you in close for a kiss. “Don’t worry baby, you will be fine! They will love you! The only thing that would start a fuss is if you were in a different house or your blood status, which you don’t have to worry about since you are a pure-blood Slytherin! Trust me they will love you!” You nodded, now feeling a little better and you Draco grabbed your hand before you apparated together to the walkway of Malfoy Manor. Draco held onto your hand as you all walked closer and closer to the entrance. You stood on the top step right before the door and Draco knocked softly. The door opened to reveal a tiny house elf. That then hollored,“ Mr. And Mrs. Malfoy, madam Lestrange, Draco has arrived!” They all showed up near the door a few moments later. They hugged Draco first before he introduced you. “Mum, dad, aunt Bella,” he motioned his hand to you,“ this is my amazing girlfriend (y/n)!” Lucius shook your hand, Narcissa smiled and welcomed you to their home, while Bella was more interesting in you. “So dear, what house are you?” Bellatrix hummed. “I’m a Slytherin. Pure blood…” They all smiled before you all walked into their dining room and you noticed on the way just how amazing and beautiful the manor was. You sat down in a chair next to Draco and the house elves brought in everything and made sure everyone was satisfied. You all had many conversations throughout the dinner and you really liked his parents and they seemed to like you as well, although you were still just a little scared of Bellatrix. You then heard Draco speak,“ Umm… Father… Could I… Erm… Speak with you in the drawing room for a moment.” Lucius looked concerned and then nodded. Draco looked at you as he stood up,“ I will be right back, okay?” He kissed your forehead and then he walked with his father away into another room. You were now left in the room, just you Narcissa and Bellatrix. Narcissa broke the awkward silence first. “So, (y/n), how is your family? Being a pure blood I’m just curious?” You began to answer her,“ Well I am from the (y/l/n) family. My great grandparents were actually rather close with the Malfoy’s.” Narcissa and Bella both nodded. “Yes, we are very familiar with the name.” You all continued to talk about your family and you then felt you had gained their full approval. You really liked them but you were still happy once Draco came back in followed by Lucius. Draco stood next to you and held out his hand then said,“ Follow me?” You smiled and stood up following him outside of the manor and into a beautiful garden, filled with roses and lights. You gasped as Draco walked you to a beautiful archway. He began to speak. “(Y/n), this is something I have been wanting to do for a while now. Just after everything that’s happened its been hard to find the right time. Now, I can’t wait any longer. You have been there for me through everything. Through the good and the bad you have stuck right by my side and I couldn’t imagine being with anyone else.” Tears began to swell in your eyes as Draco continued. “I love you so much, and I can’t wait for the day where I will get to fall asleep knowing your right by my side and then wake up every morning to see your beautiful face! With all of that being said…” Draco reaching in his pocket and got down on one knee. You put one hand over your mouth as Draco held onto the other. “(Your full name), will you please do me the honor of making me the happiest man on the earth and becoming my wife.” He opened the box to reveal a beautiful ring that sparkled in the sunset. Tears streamed down your checks and you nodded. “Yes. Yes! Awh Draco! I love you so much!” Draco put the ring on your finger and stood up pulling you into an embrace! “I love you too!” He then gave you a kiss and you all walked back into the manor together to give everyone the amazing news.
The Lestrange mansion is pictured here, in the winter of 2019. The mansion itself had fallen into decay since the death of the Madame Lestrange in 1998, and her husband’s incarceration, as well as the death of the second, youngest brother, the next heir. Unfortunately, after these events, the mansion was left uninhabited. The great family, which was known for its production of not just deranged wizards, but also those of great skill, seemed to evaporate from existence in one fatal battle.
Though, in June, 2001, cousins from Normandy arrived to England, and took up the Yorkshire home and restored it. Upon their arrival, the building was practically a skeleton. All of the building’s wards were shattered, and plenty of its treasures stolen by thieves. Rumor has it several house elves were found dead–either killed by the thieves, or dead from hunger. It would have been sad if this was true, for even then those house elves were loyal to their oppressors.
Since the cousins arrival, the Lestrange household has greatly improved. New wards were cast, their wealth increased, and now strive to clear their family’s name. Even now, a few Lestranges attend Hogwarts School of Witchcraft and Wizardry.
Pairing: Draco Malfoy x Hermione Granger | Dramione Setting: Half-Blood Prince AU Word Count: 653 Written for: @reghoulus, because I vaguely remember some sort of dramione challenge thing going around and, as per usual, I’m late to the party. Notes: Experimenting with a different style born out of reading lots of @provocative-envy‘s and @takeupserpents‘s work whilst down with the flu.
It’s not surprising that she now practically lives in the library. Harry is grimmer, and paler, and Ron spends hours bent over his grandfather’s chess set, sacrificing knights with steady hands.
She’s begun stockpiling clothes, medicines, and death magic, bottling explosive reactions in vials-within-vials and brewing poisons in disused bathrooms.
It is surprising, for a brief moment, that she runs into Malfoy in the Potions section, napping fitfully with a research compendium on belladonna resting on his belly.
Why: She’s just wonderful. She has a nature really beautiful and full of joy. She’s doesn’t care what the others say about her, and for this Helena is an example for all the girls of the world. She’s capable to make you happy with two words. She’s honestly, sentimental, strong, a wonderful and good actress with a lot of talent, and for this I consider her an example of life!