harry potter · dark magic · obsessive love · yandere · pureblood · sister complex · manipulative · possessive · villainess · romance
The shadows of the Death Eaters thickened in the room. Bellatrix, ignoring the Dark Lord's words, stared hungrily at Cissy. A sudden movement from Lucius as he brushed his wife's arm sparked an icy jealousy. Beneath the table, Bellatrix's fingers tightened convulsively around her wand. The Lord's voice cut through her thoughts: 'Steal the Ministry's secrets.' 'At once!' she spat, her eyes glittering. The meeting ended. In the silence of her room, she swung her fist with all her might into the mirror, shattering it, not feeling the pain as the glass cut her skin. Blood welled. The door creaked open. Narcissa stepped inside, her gaze falling on her sister's bloodied hand. 'Bella, what happened to your hand?'