Memories Of Bellatrix

Disclaimer - I changed a lot of things from canon so be mindful of the changes and move on. It's a fanfic there will be changes.

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[Agustus POV - Drakul House]

Well, that was cringy. I'm never doing that again. I don't even know if my acting worked. But now that it's done, it's time to move on.

I moved to the basement and saw Bellatrix sleeping on the floor. She looked haggard, her cheeks sunken, wearing a torn black dress with dried mud on it. She didn't resemble the daughter of House Black; she looked more like a homeless 50-year-old woman addicted to crack.

Sighing, I didn't want Narcissa and Aunt Andromeda to see her like this, but I also didn't want to do anything without them here.

"Skadi," I called out.

"Chirrrrp," an energetic bird appeared on my shoulder. She had grown into a beautiful bird but still managed to freeze my bed from time to time.

I petted my little bird and said, "Can you bring Narcissa and Aunt Andromeda here?"

"Chirrrp chirp," with cute nods and a peck on my nose, she disappeared into blue flames.

I chuckled at her antics. She spent most of her time with Dora; she must've told her to peck me.

It took her 5 minutes to apparate both of them here in the basement. Skadi made herself comfortable on my shoulder and leaned on my head.

"What's this about, Agustus?" asked my impatient aunt, while my wife looked at me questioningly.

I knowingly smirked and said, "What's the rush, Auntie?" which made her frown.

Her nostrils flared as she glared at me and said, "Someone thrashed an elite Auror team at Azkaban. All of them are at St. Mungo right now, and as a senior healer, I have to do overtime to heal them!" Narcissa giggled at her sister's frustration but later simply glared at her.

"Oh, he might have a reason to be at Azkaban, wouldn't he?" I said, pointing towards the cell behind them.

They turned around to see a woman lying inside a cage. It took them around 10 seconds to recognize their little sister, their eyes widening as tears tickled down.

I hugged them both, sighing.

"She's alright. I'll heal her," I assured them.

They didn't say anything, just hugged me tighter.

After breaking the hug, I destroyed the cage's iron bars and entered the room. Narcissa and Aunt followed me inside, Skadi chirped and looked at Bellatrix curiously.

I used wandless magic to summon a chair and made her sit on it.

Now we could all see her face, which had aged a lot. It was hard for me to pity her due to her actions, but I did feel a little bad.

Narcissa and Aunt, on the other hand, started crying again. Skadi flew and pecked Narcissa's cheek, then did the same to Aunt. Both of them petted the bird and thanked her for consoling them. I love my little Skadi.

Now was the time. I woke her up and used Legilimency on her as soon as she opened her eyes.

Her mind shields were strong, but a little POD, and it was a cakewalk. I had to be careful; too much force, and she would be brain dead. I could heal her, yes, but I wouldn't be able to find answers to my questions.

I delved deeper into the recesses of her memories. I saw how much she loved to spar with her grandfather, spending hours reading books on the subject. There was a memory of her facing off against Rodolphus Lestrange in her fourth year, the intensity of the duel sparking her interest.

Then, a crucial memory emerged:

She and a boy sat in a secluded corridor of Hogwarts at night, having broken curfew to meet in secrecy. No portraits or ghosts were in sight, and privacy spells ensured no one could eavesdrop.

"He is the Lord Slytherin, a Parselmouth. Can you imagine the glory we would achieve by joining his endeavors to cleanse the mudbloods from our society? It would make us his trusted allies and brothers in arms, Bella," said the Heir Lestrange, his charisma apparent to sixth-year Bellatrix Black.

Intrigued by his words, Bellatrix couldn't help but be drawn in. The prospect of aligning with the 'Knights of Walpurgis,' led by Lord Slytherin, held immense significance for House Black. Sponsored by the Malfoy family, with her sister Narcissa engaged to the Malfoy heir, the alliance was of utmost importance. She desired to meet Lord Slytherin and engage in combat with him, the blood of the legendary Salazar Slytherin.

She gazed at Lestrange and replied, "Yes, I will attend that meeting with you."

Lestrange, pleased by her agreement, smiled charmingly, causing Bellatrix to blush. He took her hand and said, "See you then, my future wife."

With a smile, Bellatrix ran off, her heart stirred by her growing fondness for the boy who would become her husband.

(Memory end) Whoa that was something else, blushing Bellatrix, let's see the meeting.

I moved forward and witnessed her memories of the meeting:

Bellatrix sat to the left of Heir Lestrange, who wore a mask. Among the attendees were some familiar faces: Barty Crouch Jr., a talented Hogwarts student in charms and potions; Heir Malfoy and his companions; and older individuals, perhaps in their 40s or 50s. At the center, on a throne-like chair, sat a man in black robes—Voldemort himself.

"Greetings, my knights. I see you've brought new members for our cause. Lucius, my friend, good work as always. You never disappoint," Voldemort acknowledged.

"Of course, my lord. A Malfoy never disappoints," Lucius responded with a hint of pride.

Voldemort chuckled, his serpentine gaze shifting between Lestrange and Bellatrix. "Lord Malfoy is fortunate to have a capable heir like you. House Malfoy will thrive under your leadership."

"Thank you for your praise, my lord," Lestrange replied arrogantly, casting a superior glance at the others. Snape, seated beside him, congratulated him with a handshake, which Malfoy returned with pride.

Bellatrix, still naive, questioned Snape's presence. 'Snape, isn't he a mudblood? What is he doing at this meeting? Why is heir Malfoy behaving like a servant to lord Slytherin? she pondered, still under Lestrange's influence.

Voldemort turned to Lestrange. "Rodolphus, you've brought a guest. Would you introduce us to this lovely lady?"

Lestrange smirked. "This is Bellatrix Black, my fiancee, my lord. She's a skilled duelist and a valuable addition to the knights."

Voldemort fixed his gaze on Bellatrix. "Miss Black, does your house know you are here?"

"Yes, Lord Slytherin," she lied. Her family believed she was attending a meeting with Slytherin's friends, not knowing its true nature. It was technically the truth.

Voldemort's smile sent shivers down Lestrange's spine. "See, my friends, Heir Lestrange has brought us another ally from the esteemed House of Black."

As everyone applauded, Lestrange exchanged a smirk with Malfoy, who appeared somewhat disappointed but still clapped, unwilling to anger Voldemort.

Voldemort raised his hand. "Miss Black, come forward to receive your Dark Mark—the mark of our knights. It serves as a bond and a communication channel for those in need."

As Lestrange nudged her to stand, Bellatrix hesitated. "Lord Slytherin, why does everyone call you 'my lord,' not Lord Slytherin?"

Lestrange's smile faltered. "I'll explain later, dear Bella. For now, please comply. Lord Slytherin has a busy schedule."

Voldemort intervened, his tone sharp. "Heir Lestrange should have informed you earlier. Nevertheless, get the mark. It won't harm you."

Growing more vigilant, Bellatrix refused outright. "I apologize, Lord Slytherin, but I cannot accept the mark without consulting Lord Black."

Voldemort's anger flared. He looked to Lestrange, who attempted to stun Bellatrix, but she swiftly countered with Crucio. In the blink of an eye, Lestrange lay writhing in pain on the floor, his screams echoing through the chamber.

Despite Lestrange's prowess, Bellatrix had defeated him with a single spell. Voldemort, unable to tolerate her defiance, unleashed Crucio upon her. For five agonizing minutes, she endured the torture before he finally relented and marked her.

(Memory end) There was more memories of her lying to family, getting Tortured by voldemort, drinking strange potions given by Snape and Voldemort. It was a lot to take in for me.

One thing was clear to me, Snape, Lestrange and Voldemort are going to die by my hands and there was no two ways about it.

I would destroy their lives in front of their eyes before killing them.

Snape, I didn't knew this side of him, he used her as a experimental project, he would make her drink a lot of potions, it looked like he was working on something to make a woman his slave, which also aligns with his motivation to make Lily Potter his slave. He started doing this kind of stuff in Hogwarts?

At this point I want to revive Lily Potter and Fuck her in front of him just to get the sweet revenge for Bellatrix's years of torture.

I had quit good impression of Snape as he tried to protect Harry with his life in canon, people forgave his dark past as death eater and made him a hero who sacrificed himself fighting voldemort in second war but that is not going to happen this time, damn I am angry!

Sensing my mood my bird gently nibbled on my ear, she's an angel isn't she.

I came out of her head and again stupefy her, I saw both black sisters as they looked at me expectedly, curiosity on their faces to know what had happened to their little sister.

I thought a lot about what to tell them and what not to, the things happened to Bella were terrifying and I don't want to drag them in this revenge saga, I saw her not sleeping for 2 weeks because Voldemort had ordered her not to sleep, he used her flesh to feed Nagini his pet, later regenerate that flesh. He had broken her mentally before making himself the most important existence in the world in her mind, and she obeyed her orders without questioning.

I never thought I would say this but the death eater Bellatrix Lestrange was an innocent girl backstabbed by her fiancee, a girl who was tortured to insanity, a girl that was being experimented on. I told them everything except the tortures and promised them to kill each and everyone that had hurt Bellatrix. After a lot of crying and hugging of both sisters, I started healing her mind and body.

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