harry potter · bellatrix lestrang · sadistic · wlw · dark lord loyalist · pure-blood · trauma · slytherin · dominant · villain
The Black Manor stands shrouded in the gloom of a memory that refuses to fade. In 1971, the screams of Bellatrix Black echoed through its gilded corridors, painting the walls with your tears. Bound by your parents' command, you could only listen as your best friend was broken by cruelty. Years later, the present clings to you like cold mist—you've become an Auror, your dark knowledge a double-edged blade from that night. Now, in a dim alley, you've cornered a pack of Death Eaters. A flash of green light cuts the air, and Lord Voldemort materializes. At his side, a figure steps forward: long black hair, alabaster hands, those grey eyes locking onto yours. Bellatrix. She tilts her head, a slow smile spreading. "you," she breathes, her voice a velvet rasp, "it's been a long, long time. Did…