Bellatrix Artemisia Black-Lestrange

Madame Bellatrix Lestrange; the Dark Lord's most loyal. Formerly of the Noble and Most Ancient House of Black. Eldest daughter of Cygnus Black III and Druella Black née Rosier. Wife to Rodolphus Lestrange. Elder sister to Narcissa Malfoy née Black. Twenty - seven years of age. Slytherin Alumna turned Death Eater.

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He would have captured the sun and the stars for her; burned heaven and raised hell so he could keep her with him forever; lain waste to a thousand armies and slaughtered any man that dared to stand in their way. Like blood and breath and embedded in their bones. The same soul split and shattered and hammered into two: lost and incomplete and without love until they found each other again.

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T H E B L A C K S I S T E R S

Bellatrix: A woman with thick, shining dark hair, long eyelashes and heavily hooded eyes… was sitting in the chained chair as though it were a throne. Andromeda:  As she moved forward into the room, her resemblance to her sister Bellatrix became much less pronounced: Her hair was a light, soft brown and her eyes were much wider, and kinder. Narcissa: She was so pale that she seemed to shine in the darkness; the long blonde hair streaming down her back gave her the look of a drowned person.

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01. once upon a december | EMILE PANDOLFI instrumental

02. we were sparkling | MY BRIGHTEST DIAMOND I’m afraid to forget you I am remembering you you were sparkling

03. better | REGINA SPEKTOR born like sisters to this world in a town where blood ties are only blood if you never say your name out loud to anyone they can never ever call you by it

04. bells for her | TORI AMOS always there through that and this there’s nothing we cannot ever fix I said can’t stop what’s coming can’t stop what’s on its way

05. girls like you | THE NAKED AND FAMOUS everyone will remember you when you’re gone and your heart is a stone buried underneath your pretty clothes don’t you know people write songs about girls like you?

06. big girl little girl | SIA I wish that we were friends but you can’t stop seeing us as the enemy

07. dirtywhirl | TV ON THE RADIO the spark in your eyes belies the apocalypse inside you

08. the family jewels | MARINA AND THE DIAMONDS I can’t break the cycle—am I just a fool? falling down like dominoes hit by family jewels

09. sister | MUMFORD & SONS there’s a chip on your shoulder, girl and by god it’ll make you fall if you let it take a part of your soul

10. our own pretty ways | FIRST AID KIT well we all fight in our own ways but nothing ever changes

11. my father’s father | THE CIVIL WARS so here’s my hope, my tired soul and here’s my ticket I want to go home

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“Naturally charming, that’s what they’re calling it now?” he teased, recognising her need to move on. Pressing her when she didn’t want to be pressed never worked in anyone’s favour, even his. Besides they had agreed with one another. There was no reason to go any further. He would only truly push her if she was denying something she needed to accept. Which, strangely, happened a lot more often than it should.

"Come and eat," he said. Clasping her hand again he pulled her gently. "I’ll summon the Elves and we can dine in the garden. Pretend for the evening that we’re an ordinary couple that does ordinary things."

"That's exactly what they're calling it nowadays.", she smirked once more in teasing tone; thankful that he allowed them to wander from the previous topic with such ease. If there was one thing she was hoping to avoid tonight, it was conflict. They had agreed with one another, however, and that was enough to barricade them from meaningless bickering for now. That was agreeable enough for her. As he clasped her hand once more, pulling at her gently, she followed without hesitation and gave a small nod to his suggestion. It had been awhile since they had indulged in the more simplistic pursuits of their relationship; and done as he had so aptly put it, 'ordinary' things. "And I'll hit you if you should comment otherwise.", she teased playfully in return, giving a small nudge to his shoulder with her free hand.

"Hmm, I think I'm quite partial to 'ordinary' things tonight.", she commented with another nod, following alongside him as he softly tugged at her hand. She huffed a small laugh. "As 'ordinary' as we can be, of course.", she smirked. 'Ordinary' was far from what she would classify their relationship, by any means, but she liked the idea. 

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[Ted calls out to the person who seems to be in quite hurry.] Hey— Hey you there? [Ted picks up the slightly suspicious looking object that has fallen out of the person’s bag.] I believe you, have, uhm, dropped this.. thing?

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[Having been in such a hurry as she fled through the passing crowd, Bellatrix had hardly noticed that the small parcel from Borgin and Burke's had slipped from her pocket. As she heard the voice behind her, calling to her and immediately catching her attention, for more than one reason it seemed, she rapidly turned on her heel and snatched the object from the man's grasp.] 

"You imbecile! Give me that -- "

[ Luckily for her, it had been charmed to resemble nothing more than a discarded children's toy; shrunken down and kept concealed to hide its much more sinister nature. Had the charm failed upon her recklessness, the consequences could have been dire. Upon meeting eyes with the one who held the object, however, she immediately wished that the fool had unleashed its hidden strength, instead.] 

"You."

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"No, no, I’m just browsing. Don’t mind me." [ James replies with an autonomy that suggests it’s a conditioned response and a hand wave to brush off further inquiry, before the tone with which the question is addressed has him glance toward’s it’s owner, and then perform a doubletake. The refined and glacial features which assail his gaze, remind him of the society section of the Prophet, though it’s the eyes that give away her identity. That, and her physical similarities to a certain dog that he knows. Also possibly Order business, but let’s just stick to that good old familial resemblance for now. ]

"My, Mrs Lestrange, are things not well at the manor? Having to make ends meet through part time work is ever so bourgeoisie, wouldn’t you say?” [ It’s not hard to deduce which sister she is - among the British pureblood community, it’s rare to find people who have not heard of the three Black sisters, married by now and with new names to add to the tree - and the Lestrange name slips easily onto his tongue when faced with her formidable presence. ]

"Oh no, it was not a question of courtesy. Had it been my intention to assist you, I'd personally remove the over-sized  head from your shoulders. I'm afraid, however, I'd first have to remove it from your arse." 

[Her sharp tone interjected the boy's nonchalant hand-waving; as if she would stand by and allow him to wave her off as if she were some subservient librarian. With an unamused arch of her brow, Bellatrix rolled her eyes, still regarding the boy with a frigid disposition. Her eyes remained browsing over the contents of the shelf as if the approaching figure and his ignorant commentary had never existed in the first place. She turned to the boy with a vicious smile; an expression that held a venomous, intensely sarcastic disdain for his presence in every sharp feature. It was then, as she ran her cold gaze across his smug countenance, that she realized just who it was who had dared cross her path.] 

[She knew good and well who the boy was after a single moment of examining him; it was her duty to know the wrong sort just as much as the worthy. One must know their surroundings at all times; knowing the ins and outs of ones enemies both on and off the playing field gave one the utmost advantage. It didn't help that, of course, it was the very filth that her former cousin had run away to. Sirius always did know how to attract the wrong sort and Bellatrix knew that James Potter was, very much so, the 'wrong sort'. She scoffed at the boy's commentary with another roll of her eyes.] 

"Ironic that you, of all people, should be deeming others 'bourgeoisie', Potter. Regardless, I'm shocked to have even seen your presence here, as unwanted a presence it may be. I wasn't aware that you even knew how to read. Seems we learn something new every day, don't we?"

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He drew her into a warm embrace. As their lips parted he nuzzled her cheek lightly, a smile pulling at the corners of his mouth. “This conversation went much better than I anticipated,” he admitted as he leant back enough to look at her. “What’s got you in such a good mood? Not that I’m complaining.”

"Just as you shouldn't be.", she remarked with a hint of snark in her tone; her brow arched upward. "I can be perfectly agreeable when the mood strikes me.", she smirked. She had not wanted to linger on the conversation and cause more unpleasant reminiscing than necessary. There was enough of that between them as it was and a reprieve was always welcome. "We Blacks are naturally charming creatures.", she teased.

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A woman with thick, shining dark hair and heavily hooded eyes, who was sitting in the chained chair as though it were a throne.

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"The Noble and Most Ancient House of Black"

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Who is the third who walks always beside you? When I count, there are only you and I together, but when I look ahead up the white road there is always another one walking beside you.

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[Upon hearing the voice of her eldest sister, her demeanor changed from frigid to a mere lukewarm. She knew her sister wouldn’t take too much offense to her tone—after all, it was a simple mistake, wasn’t Narcissa only human? And after Andromeda had disgraced them, they were really all each other had left. Aside from their significant others, but really, they could never break the bond of sisterhood, not even in the Black family.]

"Bella, had I known it were you I wouldn’t have. You really shouldn’t sneak up on people like that, you know. You’ve seen the filth that wander these alleyways. I can’t imagine you would react well if someone mistook you for one of them.”

[She was hardly insulted by the tone her younger sister took with her; both sisters were commonly partial to an instinctively cold persona. It was simply part of their upbringing.]

"It was not my intention to sneak, sister. Regardless, it would be far too foolish to mistake noble blood for those of common filth. I doubt even the most ignorant of cretins would make such a mistake. Even so, I have my ways of dealing with those who dare disrespect me as such."

[Her eyebrow arched at the sentiment.]

"I must admit, I had not expected to see you out and about. Then again, apparently we are not the only ones of our blood to venture out today. I came across Regulus as well while I was wandering past Quality Quidditch Supplies."

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He knew how hard it was for her to be so open with anyone. Even him after these years. Often he found himself wondering if she actually opened up to herself, admitting thoughts and feelings she didn’t want to express. However, contrary to popular opinion she wasn’t the cold-hearted bitch that left a trail of gossip in her wake.

"I will always be by your side, ma Belle," he told her, the gravity in his tone speaking volumes. "For better or for worse. Is that not what I promised you?" the hand cupping her cheek moved to the back of her neck as he kissed her tenderly. He wanted to reassure her. She needed to know he had no intention of rushing this.

"Slowly…" he agreed, lips moving against hers before he pulled back a little. His hand still gripped hers firmly. Anchoring her to him and that moment. "We won’t rush into anything. I’m not suggesting you throw out your potions. And besides, it might not take one try -" he flashed her a cheeky grin at that. Trying to make her smile. "- but when you’re ready, I’m ready. And we’ll be in this together. Good or bad."

Vulnerability had never been in her nature; even with her husband of nearly ten years, it seemed a foreign concept. Vulnerability was weakness, and if there was one thing that being born a member of the Noble and Most Ancient House of Black had taught her, it was that weakness was intolerable.

The topic of children was sensitive; there were so few topics that brought her such unease. It was clear in her body language that it was an uncomfortable idea to discuss aloud, what with their past experiences in trying to conceive. But time had passed to mourn; times had changed, they had changed. If he was willing to take the risk, she was just as willing to leave it to chance. She knew that her husband was a patient man; he was a man of his word and she knew that he would remain true to the idea of a slow approach. The words 'for better or for worse' rang through her mind just as clearly as the day the world had bore witness to their vows. 

His voice was firm with reassurance, his lips comforting, silencing her doubts. Her hand rose to brush against his jawline as he consumed her in a tender embrace. The surrounding world was a faded blur; he anchored her to this moment, locked her focus to him solely. As they parted she felt his hand tense against hers, a sign that his resolve was truly as solid as he claimed. The cheeky grin that fell across his lips was one of familiarity; she could not help but allow her lips to mimic the gesture as she paused, nodding.

"Together.", she spoke quietly in agreement after a moment, a smile remaining present upon her lips as she leaned in and pressed a soft kiss to his. "I'll finish out the next dose of potions. That leaves us with the rest of the month to become better acquainted with the idea.", she caressed her thumb over his strong jaw before her hand slid to rest against his chest. She brushed her lips against his, keeping her body pressed close against him.

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Hearing her speak of it, not try to change the subject of play games, it struck him. Briefly winding him. His eyes closed as he tried to calm the overwhelming anxiety that seemed to build as her words were passed between them. He took a steady breath, opening his eyes again to meet hers. His free hand came up to cup her face, fingers gently toying with her hair.

"From the first moment I saw you, Bellatrix, I knew I would do anything to ensure you were the one woman I spent the rest of my life with. You have always been the one woman for me. Having a family with you would be the greatest gift, I couldn’t possibly tell you I don’t want it," he told her honestly.

"At the same time… I watched you suffer, not knowing how to help or whether I could. The look in your eyes…" he looked away for a moment, drawing on his strength - the knowledge that they overcame all that together, and that his parents did the same. That’s what had scared him. Seeing the look he had seen in his mother’s eyes, the horrors that had come before his Father moved them away from the ghosts.

Meeting her eyes again, he licked his lips and shook his head lightly. “I don’t want to lose you-” he told her honestly, the hand on her abdomen turning to capture hers and hold it firmly. “-If you don’t want to try, I understand. I’m terrified of the risks involved, but perhaps taking the chance could be worthwhile…”

It was a lot to take in all at once; though it was something she had silently considered for herself, the aspect of her husband bearing witness to her once silent musings once and for all felt overwhelming.

"It's never been that I don't want to try.", she shook her head as his fingers ran across a stray curl. "I want nothing more than to have your children, start a family, continue our line. I want nothing more than to have you; have this.", she paused, the anxiety welling in her chest becoming strong. The feeling seemed to become its own entity; pressing upon her shoulders so heavily, crushing at her ability to speak for a moment. Rodolphus' touch, his tender words, caused the burden to lessen. She was sure that it would never be a comfortable topic to discuss; they had been through too much, there were too many risks. But with him at her side, for once, after so many years, she began to feel as if, slowly, the idea could once more become a possibility. Perhaps the dawning of a new era, not only for them but for their world, was the proper time to put stock in the possibility once more.

She noticed the frightened nostalgia in his expression and squeezed at his hand. "You did everything that you could. I could never be more grateful to you for that.", she paused, her free hand clasping over their joined hands. "There will always be risks.", her mouth felt dry, but she knew that, outside of her nerves, her anxiety, this was truly what she desired. "It will never be easy, not after we've -- ", she looked away for a moment, unable to find the strength to finish. 

"...If you are truly by my side in this, if we approach this slowly... ", she gazed up at him, deeply searching his eyes as her hands clutched to his; casting aside the anxiety that had welled in her chest. It was a leap of faith that could only be taken under the utmost trust. She did not finish, instead, she allowed her gaze to speak for her; it was clear to what she was alluding to.