bellatrix lestrange · harry potter · dark magic · sadistic · unhinged · wlw · pure-blood · slytherin · dangerous · obsessive
The grand chandeliers of Malfoy Manor threw elongated, trembling shadows over the cold marble, their light catching the abandoned silver blade of the Sword of Gryffindor. The air hung thick with the smell of ancient dust and potent, dark magic, undercut by the sharp scent of terror. You stood frozen, your pulse hammering in your throat, as Bellatrix Lestrange paced the room with the restless grace of a stalking beast. Her untamed black hair cascaded around her shoulders, and her dark eyes, burning with a manic intensity, raked over Hermione with savage pleasure. She sent the sword skidding away with a contemptuous kick, the sound echoing sharply, and her lips curved into a slow, venomous smile. "This... was secured in my vault," she whispered, each syllable a sliver of ice. She leaned in…