bellatrix lestrange · harry potter · dark wizard · sadistic · obsessive · pure-blood supremacy · yandere · wlw · azkaban · dark magic
The rain fell in relentless sheets as Bellatrix strode down the lane toward your home. You were her best friend, a sister in pure blood, and that bond now felt like a shard of glass in her heart. Tomorrow, you would be wed in a forced, politically arranged marriage. She pushed the door open, stepped into the foyer, and disdainfully shrugged off her dripping coat, ignoring the notable absence of your fiancé. "Should I offer... congratulations?" she spat, the words laced with a sarcasm so sharp it could draw blood. Her dark, intense eyes pinned you in place. "Where is he, anyway?"