#bellatrix black

[akeravei]

bellatrix and hermione !! if they attended hogwarts on the same year au

[insomniacaesthetic]

Hello I’m alive 🖤

So I decided to post a little something to ao3

It’s very much so nonsense I came up with randomly in the middle of the night. I’ve written quite a bit but I’m not entirely sure if I want to publish more as it’s a pretty random concept but if you love period pierces and bellatrix lestrange you may like this.

I decided to make it bellamione rather than reader insert and/or an original character cause I thought it’d be easier to create chemistry between the characters. Please give me your feedback as that’ll decide on if add more to this story 😁

Also I’m sorry if I’m rusty. I haven’t really sat down and wrote anything properly in years.

[space-girliee]

Quillkiller Solos btw

[megarchival]

a little Harry Potter AU thing i wrote. this is my first time actually writing and posting something like this, so please be kind. I’m not really sure i know what I’m doing, and this might be complete nonsense, but i had the idea and liked it enough to put it here anyway & i was inspired by a song and some art, which i’ll link below.

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the world for the worthy

characters: Draco Malfoy, Bellatrix Black

relationship: familial / aunt & nephew — not romantic

genre: dark AU, apocalypse AU, post-war

warnings: death, violence, genocide, implied mass death

part: 1 of ?

inspiration: [song] · [art]

it seems that if he turned around — or was it forward? maybe left or right? in any case, it didn’t matter.

ever since Harry Potter — the Boy Who Lived — finally accepted his fate and died, the world had fallen into an apocalypse.

to be fair, he died rather tragically. but with dignity.

Lord Voldemort had finally obtained absolute power. absolute control over everyone and everything. the extermination of non-wizards — or, more precisely, muggles — was well underway.

there was no place for muggles in the new world. no place for mudbloods.

they weren’t even worthy of standing on the same ground as those who truly ruled it.

it was rather ironic that Lord Voldemort himself was the one to introduce such laws — after all, he was a half-blood.

but, it seemed, that didn’t matter anymore. nothing mattered anymore.

the poor, stupid muggles didn’t even understand what was happening. there was no way to reach anyone anymore. no calls. no messages. no voices on the other end.

in fact, there was nothing.

who could have seen that coming?

Draco Malfoy himself — pure-blood wizard, heir to the ancient house of Malfoy, and loyal soldier of the Dark Lord — trudged forward. his boots echoed heavily through the emptiness.

it was difficult to say where exactly he was. everything around him was drenched in red. what had once been the earth. what had once been the sky.

so this was what it looked like, then?

The New World. a world for the “worthy.”

he looked around again. it felt as though he had been walking for hours. in reality, he hadn’t.

something was moving ahead.

at first, Draco could make out nothing more than a tiny black dot. it drew closer, growing larger and larger, until at last it took the shape of a familiar figure. soon, he could see her clearly.

His bloody aunt.

Bellatrix.

her outfit alone was something to behold: a floor-length black lace dress, clinging to her figure in all the right places. wild black curls flew behind her in the wind — if what remained of this place could even be called wind. it seemed that nature itself no longer existed here. nothing existed here anymore.

Bellatrix approached her nephew proudly, yet with something almost teasing in her step. Draco stood nearly a head taller than her, so when she came close enough, she lifted her chin slightly and looked straight into his eyes with a brazen smile.

“who would have thought it would all turn out like this, hmm, darling?” she sang, studying his grey eyes.

Draco didn’t look away.

“who would have thought the Dark Lord would be afraid of his own most loyal soldiers,” he corrected her.

Bellatrix’s smile widened. they had both come here willingly. they had followed his orders. fought for him. killed for him.

and this was his gratitude? perhaps he had simply been afraid. after all, no one could be stronger than the creator of the new world. no one could be better than the man who had cheated death itself — more than once.

Lord Voldemort.

The Dark Lord.

almost a god of death himself.

and yet, here they were. In nothingness.

“we’ll show him yet, Draco,” Bellatrix promised.

there wasn’t a trace of doubt in her voice. she looked at the blond boy with that same certainty that had once made people step back at the sight of her.

“even if he thinks he’s the cleverest of them all, he isn’t cleverer than the two of us.” she tilted her head slightly, smiling.

“there are two of us. he is alone.”

[darkmors]

Narcissa was absolutely the most spoiled Black sister. The three of them pretty much received the same princess treatment from Cygnus and Druella, obviously. But Bellatrix and Andromeda were, respectively, physically and emotionally protective of each other and Narcissa. However, Narcissa never thought of her sisters as people needing her protection, especially Bella, so some things were always unfairly balanced between the three. And Narcissa realized this way too late.

[loonylara]

quillkiller as the sabrina carpenter taste mv

[neuroticattic]

bellatrix black moodboard anyone?

The Black sister trapped by expectation and finally driven insane with the constant need to prove herself, when she was thrown aside in favor of her younger cousin, who didn't even want to be the heir, he only got chosen over her because he was a man

[neuroticattic]

Bellatrix who was always expected to be the perfect heir, who was taught she was the most powerful, the smartest, beautiful person in the world, only to be replaced, as soon as the family gave birth to her baby cousin. Who was a boy.