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Post by Harry Potter on Jul 7, 2009 12:42:19 GMT -5
Knockturn, on the rare expeditions that Harry had ended up there, had always been a depressing place; Two or three wizards looking through grimy windows longingly at the articles on sale. Hags and warlocks making their way between shops. The odd begger sat on the floor with a hat at his feet, a few odd copper or silver coins glistening there. It wasn't like that at all these days.
The Ministry had tightened security immensely, but that didn't stop anybody from slipping through the passage from Diagon Alley to Knockturn. In fact, considering the dangers of this tiny cobbled street and the people who usually lingered there, the narrow windy alley was far more popular than ever. Although people still wanted to hide their identities, Harry could tell that perfectly normal wizards with supposedly good intentions were looking in shop windows, hoping there might be some relic or magical object for sale that could save them from these dark times. Harry almost felt sorry for them. But not quite. He just wondered how desperate they might become if the war didn't resolve itself soon. By resolve itself, he knew he would have to end it. One way or another, it came down to him, and the thought still made his stomach turn.
He'd been under the invisibility cloak for most his expeditions around Diagon Alley; he'd picked up all the things he needed. Books, potions ingredients and a restock for his broom srvice kit, and was now trekking through the narrow alley of Knockturn. But he'd never expected it to be so busy, and with so many wzards, warlocks, hags and other magical folk wandering through, he found it impossible to navigate with his invisibility cloak on. Slipping the fine silky material off his head at a convenient time, Harry stuffed it quickly into his pocket and ensured his wand was in is pocket for easy and quick access.
He'd not been in the alley for long, but already several people had stopped in the narrow street to stare at him. Others who spotted him moved hurriedly past. Harry felt confused and slightly angry; and he had felt like this before at Hogwarts when the whole school suspected him of opening the Chamber of secrets, and again when he had been entered for the Triwizard Tornamet. Frowning as he walked, Harry wished he was a Metamorph so that he could change his appearance at will.
The only reason he had come down here was to see if any of the shops had any Hogwarts relics which might have been turned into Horcrux's by Voldemort. Judging by the people in the street, he doubted very much that the shop assistants would be anything less than awkward. They might even be on Voldemort's side, he thought to himself. What if they find out what I'm looking for and tell him?
Without dwelling on the thought too much, Harry pushed open one of the doors to what looked like an antique shop and carefully observed the decor. It smelt like Grimmauld Place and the style was very similar. Dark, dingy and ceepy beyond all belief. One or two people were already in the shop, looking at specific objects with interest.
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Post by Bellatrix Lestrange on Jul 9, 2009 1:27:05 GMT -5
Oh silly silly silly boy, what was he thinking, walking down such a dangerous ally, no no he was definetly looking for trouble and Bellatrix was just the woman to give anyone trouble. She followed him. Unknowingly
She pushed open the shop door after he had entered, swaying slightly as she removed her hood. Her witch-like laugh sounded throughout the place and the remaining customers made a beeline for the door as soon as they saw the twisted, hollowed face behind the hood.
"Little... itty... bitty... Potter.." her head fell foward and it titled as she fixed her sights on him with dangerous eyes. "Long way from home aren't you boy?" she grinned. She ran her fingers along a few items in the store with disintrest as the rest of the customers left. "Look at them..." she hissed, "Scurrying away... oh they all do beleive in you don't they... so much that they seem fit to get out of your way..." she lifted her head slightly, her eyes closed for a moment. She opened them and a very awake look plastered itself on her face, wide-eyed... ready.
"looking for something?" she asked conversationally, "or is it someone?" she giggled to herself. "Looking for your dear Sirius... oh yes... that's right", she said quickly, "I killed him.... must be looking for your friends... no no they wouldn't bring themselves to a dark place like this..." she moved closer to him. Drunkenly raising her arm and pointing a finger at him. "Come now Potter... do you have nothing to say... would you like to curse me again?" Her face turned into an innocent pout... "I felt your anger", she bit her lower lip, as if the pain made her lustful. "Such power..." she tisked.. "Such waste..." Another giggle.
"You would like to do it again wouldn't you?" she said peering at him as if she was reading his face like a book. "Did you like it.. ?" She tilted her head at the question and a strange of stray hair fell across her face. "I bet you did.. I bet it does things to you.. that your blood traitor weasley whore couldn't" she smiled, a cruel twisted smile.
"Come now boy... wand up... I wouldn't want this to end so soon", she gently touched her wand and brought it out of her sleeve holding it like a instructor would hold his baton, as if she was directing the orchestra.
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Post by Harry Potter on Jul 9, 2009 6:09:21 GMT -5
Hearing that voice almost made Harry's stomach lurch. It wasn't fear, though that would be understandable. It was hate. Pure unaltered, unexpected hate. Harry looked at the deranged woman as she came closer, taunting him. She said things about Sirius, about the Weasley's and before he knew what he was doing, Harry's wand was out, gripped so tightly his knuckles had turned white.
"You're going to pay for Sirius, and for Neville's parents, and for all the other people you've hurt." Harry snarled, his wand vibrating in his hand. He wanted so much to hurt her, kill her. Would that make the dreams of Sirius's laughter ebb away?
"He is going to be so disappointed in you. All the times you could have killed me..."
If Harry killed Bellatrix, would it give him satisfaction?
"Any last words?" Harry asked, mocking her, his emerald eyes fixed on this mad monstrous woman in front of him. They were alone. And since he Minstry wanted Bellatrix, dead or alive, why should he disappoint them?
"Stupefy!" A shot of brilliant red light burt out of Harry's wand, with such unexpected speed and force that Harry felt his wand jolt violently in his hand. He didn't bother to see if it had hit, he continued his attack with a quick "[/i]Reducto![/i]"
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Post by Bellatrix Lestrange on Jul 9, 2009 17:17:54 GMT -5
Bellatrix let him rant enjoying every minute of it, predicting his next attack, with his own thoughts. Stupid boy, he still had a lot ot learn. With two flicks of her wand both of the spells were averted. "Pay for all that really?" she laughed taking another step closer one hand extending her wand lazily and the other placed on her hip, "That's a lot to punish me for in one sitting".
She made an annoyed face, "Don't you dare talk about the dark lord, you little brat... you still dont understand... your not mine to kill", she scowled, "Nope... but that doesn't mean your pretty little head won't go unharmed, oh trust me, we'll wipe that defiance off your face before the end.. you'll beg for death..." she took a deep breath as if she was taking it all in the air of excitment.. everything.
"Is that really the best you can do", she looked up at him with a pout and puppy dog eyes, I barely felt that", she giggled. "I suppose it is though.. my turn". SHe said quickly and without warning the word "Crucio" left her mouth.
"Is this how you make me pay", she asked simply? "Because i'm rather enjoying this".
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Post by Harry Potter on Jul 9, 2009 17:47:45 GMT -5
"Finte Incantatem" Harry bellowed the second he heard Bellatrix utter the Cruciatus. He didn't know if the spell would work or not. He'd never tried using a counter curse on an Unforgivable before. He still felt pain shooting through his entire body, though he was conciously aware it didn't hurt half as much as it had when Voldemort had put it upon him before.
Harry twitched, his jaw set and his breath coming in deep hisses between his teeth. Why wasn't he fast enough? Why wasn't he strong enough? Was Bellatrix better than him, or was he simply so out of practise over the summer being stuck at that Muggle home?
"Why don't you kill me? Scared Voldemort might be pissed if you did? Worried what might happen if you did? What would happen if I just got back up again? Even your precious Dark Lord hasn't managed to kill me off. What hope do you have?" Harry growled, the grip on his wand tightening again as he stood straighter. A slightly twisted smile pulled at Harry's features. Like he knew soemthing Bellatrix didn't. He gave a laugh. A bark of laughter so much like Sirius's.
"Crucio!"
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Post by Bellatrix Lestrange on Jul 12, 2009 14:49:47 GMT -5
As soon as the words left his lips she fell into laughter, which turned into pained gasps, but strangely intimate sounding ones. "So much hate" she hissed through spasms of her body, the boy was becoming... dark. Strong... and dark.
"Come on now Potter", she said her voice raising high pitch as another wave of pain shot through her, if he was trying to Crucio her, until she went mad... well he was a bit late on that one. "It almost feels like him", she shot and then errupted into a sort of scream. Well that one had definetly hurt. "Him" of course being Voldemort and for a second there she thought it might have been her dark lord, punishing her, but what was punish for others was pleasure for Bellatrix, because at the moment, she could feel every inch of her body in pain, but she could feel alive. The images of the contorted faces of her victoms flooded her mind, and she pushed them at Harry.
"Your the same" she thought, he could be such a good pet, so like her, and better, so like Her dark Lord. You enjoy this don't you boy.. hurting.. having all the power another thought, she was almost certain he could hear. She had retreated into herself, her body moving still and she was certain she was making pained noises, but all her energy was focused on her mind. She was sprawled out on the ground by now her dark eyes looking up at Harry.
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Post by Harry Potter on Jul 12, 2009 16:52:46 GMT -5
Harry didn’t break the Cruciatus until she was a sprawled mess on the floor. He pulled his wand away from her, but it felt like pulling a very strong magnet away from it’s opposite. The young man stared down at Bellatrix in her state of complete deranged oblivious pleasure. She was loving it, and Harry almost felt sick at the thought of somebody enjoying so much pain.
“Fuck you.” Harry spat, looking down at this crazy woman, her dark hair all over her pale face, her eyes wild. Her eyes, which still seemed to capture the green spark of light that signalled the death of Sirius Black. She was his killer, and Harry couldn’t let that go. Anybody else, any other Death Eater and Harry could walk away after a decent stunning charm. But no, he couldn’t let Bellatrix walk away from this. She got away from him at the Ministry. She would not be so lucky this time.
He stood over her, wand focused on the place where any human have a heart. Lestrange wasn’t human though. She was a monster. “I’m not like Voldemort, because I kill for people I love. I kill to save them. And why does Voldemort kill? Because he’s too fucking scared to curl up in a ditch and die. Why do you think that is? Why is he so afraid?”
The dark haired boy, now a man by Wizard law, did not flinch or tremble. He wasn’t enjoying this, not in the way that Bellatrix did. He just felt like he was getting some relief. Some of the pain had turned to anger, some of the grief had turned to hate. This woman’s death would make Harry feel human again, or so he suspected. “I think he already knows what happens after you die. I think he’s scared of where he’ll be going. Do you believe in Hell, Lestrange?”
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Post by Bellatrix Lestrange on Jul 14, 2009 11:47:04 GMT -5
She laughed again, "Boy... do you think any sort of hell wouldn't welcome the likes of me", she giggled, She gripped her wand and from a sitting sort of position she threw a stupefy at Harry, and then with practiced charm a few of the items in the shops started levitated and flew back at Harry.
"We all have our excuses for other's death dont we?" She managed a mostly standing position, she looked sort of like a snake ready to strike. She flipped the curly strands of hair out of her face. "You blame yourself for your Sirius, naturally", she smiled cruelly. "All these people throwing down their lives for the boy who fucking lived", she spat. "All of them dying, because you lived, you'll kill more then you know before the end", she laughed, "I just hope when you die, you think of all the people who gave their last breath so you may life, and it torments you, because afterall", she cocked her hip, "it is your fault". Bellatrix's favorite game of warfare almost came from words. How much she could twist someone, just like she was twisted.
"Stupid Halfblood", she said with anger, "Crucio" she filled the curse with it, let the hate rush through her, old rivalries, pureblood hatred for everything, all of it, all she had, and she had no intention of letting him up, until he couldn't utter a word against her.
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Post by Harry Potter on Jul 14, 2009 17:59:32 GMT -5
Harry had been too wound up, too angry even to have noticed Bellatrix poising herself for another attack. Her insanity made her movements unexpected, spontanious and unpredicatable. It was one of her greatest strengths, possibly. But also a weakness. People who didn't have a plan always fucked up sooner or later. Harry sneered at her comment about hell, but found himself listening with intent to the rest of her lecture. She was rihgt, after all. Too many people had died for Harry Potter, the boy who lived to let others take the fall.
"I hope they steal your soul and lock it away while your body becomes a hollow shell" Harry said in a low dark voice, just before he was hit by the Cruciatus.
This time it hurt so badly that he was reduced to his knees, twisting as spasms of pain shot through his entire body, never letting up. His eyes were closed so tightly against the pain that they were watering and although he kept a grip on his wand, he found himself almost incapable of using it.
It was only by some small miricle that Harry had constant practised wandless spells that summer, and finally he found the perfect oppotunity to use the new skills. "Expulso" Harry gasped, and a cabinet just behind Bellatrix exploded violently, large orange and blue flames bursting in every direction and smoke filling the room in a matter for seconds.
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Post by Bellatrix Lestrange on Dec 13, 2009 18:59:26 GMT -5
The explosion, threw her forward, she held tightly to her wand though, couldn't inflict pain without her wand. With a shriek she noticed the flames, protecting herself quickly from the fire, it deterred from her. This child, was starting to piss her off. Still, she would remain herself. She looked across the room at Harry from her position on the floor, realizing she would earn a few bruises from that fall. The smoke burnt her eyes, and she could barely see a few feet in front of her, but she knew where the boy was, she could make out a rough figure.
"If you mean to kill me Potter", she uttered his name like it was a bad taste in her mouth, otherwise her sing song voice never broke, even as she pulled the wood splinter from her arm. "You'll have to do better then that". She attempted to push her way into his mind again, tormenting him about Sirius, "All your fault", she thought bitterly. She pushed images of his friends and their families, dead. All because of him. It was all going to fail. He would never suceed and they would all die, because of him. She threw images of Snape killing dumbledore, the morsmorde that shone so beaitfully over Hogwarts that night, as she remembered it. Then the deatheaters fleeing Hogwarts, the betrayel of the school, by Draco, her nephew. "All of this because of you", she wasn't even sure whether she thought it or said it out loud at this point.
"Imperious", she threw at his figure, now it was time to have a little fun.
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Post by Harry Potter on Dec 13, 2009 19:35:38 GMT -5
"I dont want to kill you yet, you miserable woman. I want you to suffer. I want you feel th same pain that Neville's felt. To know what it was like for all the people you tortured and murdered. I want you to be the victim" Harry laughed, his voice mocking her. He could see vaguely though the smoke, and he knew that she'd try another unforgivable soon.
Her taunting were just words, he kept telling himself. Just words designed to provoke and distract him. He had to be stronger than that, to be more cunning and wiser, otherwise he'd never come close to defeating Voldemort. So instead he ignored her sing-song torments. She wouldn't get under his skin that easily. There were few who could really mae his blood boil. Malfoy had always been on, as had Snape and Bellatrix, but no more. Grow up, get over it. Stiff upper lip and all that nonsense.
The Imperius struck, and that odd floating sensation began to warp his mind slightly, curling the edges of his logic, hazing his own inner voice until he forced the spell off. He'd done it so many times before that it wasn't difficult anymore. Not even Voldemoert had kept the Imperius upon him for more than a few seconds. "Go to hell. Sectumsempra!"
[that was poo LOL]
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Post by Bellatrix Lestrange on Dec 13, 2009 19:43:01 GMT -5
She recognized her assocaites curse, but she didn't counter, she didn't have the time, she didn't realize Potter knew it. She turned over on her back and gasped as the first cut dug into her stomach. Her scream was more of a squeal, another one slashed and her breaths were coming in short gasps, she had never felt this sort of pain.
"Potter..." she said through the sounds she was making, her eyes fell up at him, her mouth was wide as if she wanted to say something and for a moment she looked sane. Like she was being hurt and he was the one hurting her. "Potterr." she moaned again. There was once a woman, a real woman in Bellatrix Lestrange what had changed that the world will never know.
She felt death coming, all of a sudden and she feared, not for her own death, for that she didn't serve her lord well, would he care she was gone, would he miss his favorite servant. She gave her life to him freely, openly she always hoped it would be at his hands she died, then again. It felt like it was at his hands. Harry had terrible power. Just like Voldemort had.
"You are the same", her voice was reduced to rasping now, she was holding on to consciousness as she bled out. Grasping her wand trying to remember a healing spell, but she felt so dizzy, so tired. Darkness was edging into her vision. Another slash and all she could manage this time was a moan, across her arm she felt the familiar warm sticky liquid slide down her arm.
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Post by Draco Malfoy on Dec 13, 2009 19:59:09 GMT -5
Harry knew she was dying. The odd satisfaction swelled inside him, the pride burned at his heart. Sirius would be avenged if he just watched her die now. Her crazed eyes suddenly were filled with sanity. True pain, true horror. She knew it, as well as he did. It was just a matter of moments before she passed out and was left to the fate of whatever Gods there might be. And that's when it struck Harry. He was playing God with this woman, this mad derranged woman's life. He didn't know how to feel, what to think or say. It was too much. He raised his wand. "Finite Incantatem" Harry whispered. Bellatrix's bloody damaged body lay in front of him. He wondered if she'd scar like her nephew had done. Draco had two large white scars, one running from shoulder to hip, the other from neck to the bottom of his ribcage, Harry knew because he'd seen them. "Vulnera Sanatur" The brunette added, the healing spell he'd heard Snape use and that Hermione had taught him. He coud see the wounds weren't as bloody now, and although her clothes and skin were coverred in blood, she wasn't bleeding anymore.
"Consider that mercy" The young man said softly, looking down at the woman he loathed, his wand still aimed at her as if he expected her to bounce right back and start throwing hexes at him again.
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Post by Vena Leimbach on Dec 13, 2009 20:07:25 GMT -5
Bellatrix heard his words from the distance, as if he was very far away from her, he hadn't done it. He hadn't killed her. She was confused in her own mind. This was weakness no? She thought it weakness, a stronger person could have done it, would have finished her.
She coughed, not opening her eyes, mercy? She would have laughed if she could have willed her body to move. The pain was subsiding and she ached for it back. To have that wonderful release that was death, and know she died serving the one whom she loved.
Her breath was evening. The world was becoming familiar again, and she popped her eyes open. She looked at Harry wand still trained on her, her own wand was sitting losely in her hand. "You should have killed me", she gasped out and before he could move she tightened her grip on her wand and apparated. He would pay, for not letting the darkness take him. He took her from the serenity, and now she would take his serenity from him.
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Post by Harry Potter on Dec 14, 2009 13:48:28 GMT -5
Harry watched her appaerate, but did nothng to stop her. She was gone, and he had a feeling of dread now that he had let her go. Would this mean she'd recover, come back with avangance? Probably. This was Bellatrix Lestrange after all. A demented insane woman with a lust for blood and pain. Harry frowned, looking around the now abandoned shop. The store owner had disappeared without a trace. The customers had all gone. Maybe somebody had called for the Minsitry, but considering there were no Aurors banging about, Harry quessed he was alone in this minor triumph. Battles with Death Eaters rarely ended wel.
Harry quickly pocketed his wand, no longer expecting an attack. Not that he'd expected Bellatrix to be ther ein the first place. That was a fluke. He quickly went about his business, looking for sseveral objects around the shop but finding nothing he was looking for. WIth the feeling of disappointment and anxiety the brunette disapperated to go back to the Leaky Cauldren to meet Daya
[END. EPIC. YEAH.]
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