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ladiesofhpfest · 31 minutes
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A Moon Amongst the Stars by @scrxpz
Our second work for the theme, Mothers and Daughters, is here! Brought to us by scrxpz, this is an AU in which Bellatrix Lestrange raises Luna Lovegood. Snippet and link below! Be sure to check out the mother-daughter bonding!
The doors slid open and they all filed out, marching their way along the platform towards the gate. A cool breeze swirled around them as another train pulled into the station. With it came the smoky scent of burning fuel and the approaching autumn chill. It stuck in the back of her mind like the smell of spell fire; ash and ozone hanging in the air like flies around a corpse. Her stomach rolled, acidic bile clawing at her throat as memories of that night flickered behind her eyes. 
The acrid smoke wafting from smouldering wood.
A nursery still colourful and spotless despite the carnage beyond its pastel walls. 
Foxes gnawing on the charred corpses left in the wasteland of a happy home.
Bellatrix grasped Luna's hand in her own, giving it a light squeeze. Focused on the warm flesh against her own. The girl squeezed back, tiny toy rings digging into her palm. Alive. They were alive.  
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What was Bellatrix like after Azkaban? How did it impact her and her relationships?
Anon I have to be honest, I hate fanon interpretation and the more I watch the movies the less I enjoy HBC's interpretation too. Don't get me wrong she's an exceptional actress and I absolutely fell in love with her the moment we saw her on screen but her version of Bellatrix is very very ooc from book canon.
There are some aspects of her I absolutely love from the films, but honestly book Bellatrix is where its at. Now, we don't know what Bellatrix was like pre-Azkaban. We get snippets of her but everything else we get is from Harry's perspective and he thinks her simultaneously repulsive and attractive.
So here's my take on post-Azkaban Bellatrix:
Mentally changed - no, not insane. Not in the way the films showed. I think she was marked criminally insane when she was sentenced to life in Azkaban however the actual meaning of 'criminally insane' is: not being responsible for ones criminal actions because of a mental disorder. She was fully aware of what she was doing and she did it all with pride for the love of her life and likely also because every action she took acted on her own personal beliefs that muggleborns and halfbloods and muggles are below her.
Similarly, a personal headcanon - she is mentally changed because she's been occluding so deeply and for so long. I think her perceptions of reality are slightly distorted, I think her perception of time is completely thrown off and I think this is because she was locked in a cell for 14 years and unable to be with the love of her life who she knew was alive but no one else believed her and she couldn't do anything about it.
I see her physically changed too. I think Azkaban didn't leave her too thin for too long and too ragged looking (like HBC's version with the birds nest hair and disgusting teeth) considering witches have a lovely little thing called magic... and Bellatrix also strikes me as too conceited to let herself look that bad. She was described 'feverish' in the department of mysteries but I personally put this down to bloodlust like a predator finally released from its cage. I think she practiced a lot of wandless dark magic in her cell whether it was rune marking - with her own blood too probably. I don't think she just sat there and rot away. I think she went deep into her magic while she occluded, calling to the stars to keep her love safe and so on.
Relationships:
Rodolphus. I think she missed him. I will forever headcanon they are best friends (who also happen to have very good sex) and they get on like a house on fire but Voldemort was always the one she felt that chemistry and deeper rooted passion with. I think they likely grow closer post-Azkaban.
Narcissa. This one is complicated. I think Narcissa is a little apprehensive of Bellatrix this time around. I think Bellatrix is a lot darker than she remembers, I think Narcissa sees a lot more of Voldemort in her sister and she begins to really resent it. I can imagine however that there's something about her darkness that Narcissa likes...something she can't resist getting close to given she too is a Black.
Voldemort. I think they find their rhythm fairly quickly. I think they spend a lot of time together, even if its just relearning each other. I think he doesn't see her as any different - if anything, he thinks her more beautiful. I think they spend every night together, I imagine her clingy and him for once not minding it. Their passion goes through the roof and I think Voldemort wants to indulge in her again and again for months on end (I mean with canon Delphi, how did that happen? Lots of hot filthy toe curling sex).
Delphini. in which of course I mean my AU where she's trio era. Now this one I think is more complicated. I love to headcanon that Delphini looks a lot like Bellatrix. I like to think Bellatrix finds her hard to look at for exactly that reason. She sees what she used to be in her daughter. I think physically she restrains herself from affection for a long time because she mentally can't take looking at her. However, I think eventually they start to heal and things will go back to normal.
Death Eaters. I don't doubt for one second every single one of them is shit scared of Bellatrix. I think they know her reputation well since pre-Azkaban and now she's even more ruthless they're not for a second going to test her.
Family: she's come out of prison 14 years and everyone she loved in her family (save Narcissa) is dead. That's a lot to wrap your head around. She loses her father, her Aunt, her Uncle (though I do like to HC Orion dies just before she goes to Azkaban) and she and Cissa are the last Blacks.
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st-clements-steps · 1 month
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Bellatrix x Alice, Marble
for @salty-wench (I hope you don’t mind I stole the whole Regency backdrop)
There, in the middle of the octagonal room, is the little British honeymooner they met on the Ponte Vecchio yesterday. Her redcoat nowhere to be seen, her gaze absorbed by the central statue, that ripple of muscle and masculinity realised in marble by some anonymous Roman. It does nothing, in Bellatrix’s view, beyond its remarkable anatomic accuracy, as if the sculptor simply cast a spell over two entwined young men, set flesh into smooth, alluring stone.
Bellatrix steps softly to the girl, annnounces her presence with a gentle whisper, “does it pique you particularly?”
And despite that bloom of pink in the girl’s cheeks, her eyes are truthful enough as she shakes her head.
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Two days later, amongst the wildflowers and the lazy buzz of bees, the sunshine idling over them, Bellatrix will find what does pique her. The blush will bloom not just roses on her cheeks but across her collarbones, her curled hair will splay across the borrowed blanket, her back will arch a little, her mouth will open with a ragged breath as Bella pulls out of a fervid kiss to admire her. And Bellatrix will wish she could capture her in marble, let all the tourists of Florence step around her piqued and envious at her devastating pleasure.
Send me a ship and a word if you want one.
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nena-96 · 1 month
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@jilymicrofics
Moody March- Satisfied
A satisfied smile graced her face, as she brought up the dagger and licked the crimson liquid, in a slow fashion.
Blood.
The blood….of a blood traitor, it tasted heavenly….it was such a shame she had to use her favorite dagger on Potter. Oh, such a travesty indeed. Bella watched as James dragged his body across the floor towards the Mudblood. She didn’t know why he even tries to protect her when he can barely stay conscious.
Oh, well it wasn’t like they were going to live forever, anyways. She’ll let them have their last few moments together.
“D-Don’t you dare…go near her,” Potter croaked, while doing his best to shield that woman from her.
“Or what? Please, enlighten me in what you are capable of doing, without your wand?” She gestured at the pair of broken wands a few feet away.
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bellatrixdyke · 1 month
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Of Rabbit Hearts & Fox Teeth ✧ T ✧ F/F ✧ Word Count 2,025
Petunia Dursely is a woman in mourning, a mother of now two, and a person of interest to Bellatrix Lestrange.
Pairing: Petunia Evans Dursely/Bellatrix Black Lestrange Characters: Bellatrix Black Lestrange, Petunia Evans Dursely Tags: Heavy Angst, Dysphoria, Hurt/Comfort, just a shred of comfort though, Family Dynamics, rodolphus bashing always
No Archive Warnings Apply
AN: I am…well beyond the deadline with this one, but here she is! I am forcing my Bellatrix silver fox animagus headcanon on everyone who reads this. Writing this also left me thinking of Petunia as a bit more human, surprisingly.
Foxes were not an altogether uncommon sight on Privet Drive, especially not in the dark hours that were, Petunia supposed, categorically both late and early. This particular fox though, its fur the color of brushed steel caked with black soot, struck her as something not common to Privet Drive at all. She watched it through the kitchen window and it sat like a sentry on the garden wall, watching her right back. The hair on the back of Petunia's neck rose as their eyes met through the ghost of her reflection — puffy and dull in her witching hour grief. ...continued here.
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artemisia-black · 2 months
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Saturday night fun with Sirius and Bellatrix (mentions of blood under the cut)
Yet, Sirius's expression twisted into a perverse amusement, a dark fascination with their deadly dance evident in his gaze.
"Brave words for someone at the wrong end of a knife," she hissed, her voice laced with venom. The proximity allowed her to see the minute changes in his expression, the slight widening of his eyes that betrayed his interest in pushing her to her limits.
"Hurt me then," he remarked, his voice low, almost a murmur, laden with a mix of derision and something unplaceable softer.
He pushed against the knife, the cut widening and sending dribbles of blood spilling into the tangle of downy hair that covered his sternum. The act—a mixture of self-destruction and a dark intimacy—sent a ripple of something that wasn't entirely anger through her body.
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midnightstargazer · 3 months
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So as I've been working on my Tedromeda-centric WIP, I've also ended up deciding to bring in a subplot for Bellatrix. She's a recent Hogwarts grad, her parents are busy trying to find her a husband, and while Andromeda is making eyes at the sweet boy from Hufflepuff, Bellatrix is falling into the orbit of the Death Eaters.
I've never felt very confident about writing Bellatrix as a POV character, but I'm really enjoying it. And I'm really liking the dynamic that's developing between her and Rodolphus. I'd almost call it sweet if they weren't both such awful people lol
The fic still isn't quite ready to start posting, but here's an excerpt I couldn't wait to share:
The Selwyns’ garden was a dark, creepy mess: hemlock and belladonna growing in the flowerbed, Devil’s Snare creeping up the walls, and venemous tentacula snapping at passersby. Rodolphus turned as they emerged and drew his wand. “Duel me,” he said. “What?” Bellatrix asked. “Oh, I heard you talking to Yaxley,” he said with a smirk. “You like duels and curses? So do I. Let’s see if you can beat me.” “And if I do?” she asked, a note of defiance in her voice, though she was already reaching for her own wand. “What would you like, if you win?” he asked. Bellatrix thought carefully, scrutinizing him through narrowed eyes. His father was a close friend of Bellatrix’s uncle on her mother's side, and she knew enough about him to know what he and his friends were up to. “I want an introduction to the Dark Lord,” she said. “You know him, don’t you? Or, at least, your father does.” A moment passed, then he began to laugh. “I’m not joking!” Bellatrix said, stomping her foot against the ground to emphasize her point. The tall, thin heel clanked against the stones, sounding less impressive than she had hoped for. “No, I didn’t think you were,” said Rodolphus. “Alright. Sure. If you beat me in a duel, I’ll introduce you. And if I win, you’ll go to the opera with me next weekend. Does that sound fair?” Bellatrix had never been fond of the opera, but she found, to her surprise, that she wouldn’t mind spending more time in the company of Rodolphus Lestrange. In any case, she didn’t intend to lose. “Alright. Do your worst.”
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irlmango · 3 months
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neither regulus, nor sirius have a body to put into a grave. they don't have a space that's marked that they've passed. because of this narcissa never believed anyone when they said that both regulus and sirius were dead
it wasn't until andromeda had talked to her and told her that sirius was dead, and that regulus was dead did she fully believe that they really were lost from her. she finally remembered the night that bellatrix returned from the ministry, singing a song that she had forgotten
"i killed sirius black, i killed sirius black" narcissa couldn't sleep unless andromeda sang something to her. after all andromeda and bellatrix did both have the voices of an angel
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roalinda · 4 months
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☆Day 21: A thought-provoking fic☆
Al Najīd by eldritcher
Relationship: Bellatrix Black Lestrange and Eileen Prince
summary:
A girl with a plan.
Rating: M
Category: Gen
Words: 2, 779
This one-shot is a part of the Black tales in Eldritch [ a neat series about different HP characters and timelines ] , focusing on Bellatrix Black. This series in general is a treat for thought, so I recommend checking it out plus the one-shot.
"Did you know that in the most northern parts of the world, where tribes live in igloos, where boys hunt polar bears to prove that they are worthy of being called men, they revere your star the most?"
She shakes her head. Maybe she can trap a few polar bears with choice and unforgivable curses of persuasion to herd them for their glorious cause.
"The rise of your star marks the end of winter's dark. The days grow longer. When they sight your star, they rejoice and dance all night long, burning precious oil and wood happily because they know the star promises daylight and spring."
@hprecfest
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ladiesofhpfest · 13 days
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Dear Niece by @piximera-fic
We've got a few more fics to go, just under the wire here for Tonks day! This is our sixth work, a little AU in which Tonks is raised by her aunts, brought to us by Piximera. Snippet and link below!
While she didn’t have parents, she still had family. They weren’t as loving as she believed her parents were, but her aunts showed her affection in their own ways. She knew she had a grandmother, who she met once. The woman looked stern, and so Nymphadora was glad she didn’t see her again. Then there were her aunts, Narcissa and Bellatrix.  
In the beginning neither one showed any interest in Nymphadora, she didn’t know how much time passed before she was asked a simple question. It was of course related to her tutoring, but it was still some acknowledgement of her presence. Her aunts were quite different, Narcissa was the proper aunt who thought fun was supposed to be learning useful skills every mother needed to know. Bellatrix on the other hand was the fun aunt, who didn’t care where the limits were, all she cared about was her own desires, and any fool who dared to stop her would quickly regret their decision to stand in her way.  
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Do you think Bellatrix felt protective of Regulus? Have they talked about Sirius and the possibility of her joining them? Bella and Reg's relationship is very underrated
Definitely protective. He was their heir after all. Though I personally like to throw in a little deviation now and again and suggest Bellatrix would've fought for heirship herself (I just feel given the complexity of her character as well as her pride would make her this way, particularly after Sirius leaves) after Sirius leaves and even more when Regulus dies.
I think Sirius is a sore subject for the both of them when he leaves. I personally don't think the brothers were as close as fandom likes to make them out to be. I rather like the idea of Sirius and Bellatrix having more kinship and Regulus and Narcissa having more kinship. I feel like Regulus and Narcissa embody the perfect heir type trope the Black family probably heavily doted on whereas Bellatrix and Sirius who no doubt embody everything Black (physically, in terms of temperament and in magic) are a little more rebellious. I mean...a gryffindor and the first female death eater anyone?
Back to Bellatrix and Reg however; I do appreciate their relationship too. I've said it in my previous post for a similar question but I think Reg is 100% head over heels for Bellatrix, she's everything he looks up to for a long time. I think she is far more confident than he is, far more exceptional with magic, far more perceptive, ultimately embodying everything he desperately wants to embody. She is the ultimate big sister to Reg (and Cissy & Andy).
I think Regulus closes off in talking about Sirius after he leaves because he resonates far more with his mother who is seething burning anger, but I think Bellatrix likely continues talking about Sirius with Orion - even if it is just to discuss what they should do about him. So I doubt they discuss him very much. I can however imagine Regulus overhearing Bellatrix and his father and wanting to talk to her about it when they're alone.
Bellatrix and Regulus are very different in my opinion, but there's no doubt they absolutely adore each other.
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st-clements-steps · 2 months
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I need her in 5 inch heels taking out aggressors with her one precise knife throw. I need her in slouch socks and an oodie getting the best oral ever. I need her with blood dripping off her teeth. I need her eating proper ice cream from the tub. I need her to have three fluffy cats and an affectionate python. I need her rolling in flowers in a spring meadow. I need her mowed down at the roller derby. I need her snottily sobbing at a sad movie. I need her kissed, tender and slow.
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nena-96 · 4 months
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I'm intrigued by Bella's poetry 👀👀
Hey @abihastastybeans (I hope you don’t mind my rambling 😅… then again would I even be Nena, if I didn’t 🧐)
Oooh, I didn’t think you’d choose that one 👀 I’m glad that you did, because it’s one of my favorites. It’s for the Ladies of HP fest (but not sure if it’s for Women of the House of Black or Character Chic 🤔 I’ll have to find out) also tagging @celestemagnoliathewriter and @merlinsbudgiesmugglers since their stories made me love the Black sisters more than I did before.
Bella’s poetry… let’s see I got this idea from a telenovela called, Alguien te Mira (Someone’s watching you. It’s a thriller/suspense). In my opinion this novels is by far the best novela that I’ve ever watched! and the song: You still love me is perfect for this witch.
Anywho, let me get back to the answering your question, I’ll talk about this fic because I fear that if I drop a snippet I might end up showing the entire fic 😅😅
Bella’s Poetry of her Victims (title will change!) is set with her in Azkaban, (but also you’ll see some flashbacks in this fic) You know how prisoners sometimes draw lines on the walls, signifying the days that past?
At first Bella does this but then she realizes why be like the rest of the prisoners? She wants to be different, because let’s face it there’s only one Bellatrix Black Lestrange. So instead of drawing lines, she decides to write poetry based on her victims, Alice, Frank Longbottom, and some unnamed Muggleborns.
She remembers their cries for help/agony, the faces they made as she used Crucio on them, how the streak of light from the spell looked more beautiful than the sunset when she would watch when she was little. Minor details, the way she felt when she gripped her wand between her fingers, etc. (this fic has exceeded 8k and that scares me 😱 )
The poetry consumes her, as she begins to sing her version of the song, You still love me. Think of the scene in Tangled where Rapunzel is in her room and her paintings begin to glow. That’s what I’m aiming for in this fic. Bellatrix ends up in a trance as the poems come to life in front of her.
Thanks for asking about this WIP, 💕 I hope it intrigues you to read it when I post it.
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gods-graveyard · 5 months
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Bellatrix Black-Lestrange (character profile)
November 11, 1951- ???
House- Slytherin Allegiance- "The Black Sisters" Wand- 12 3/4in,Walnut,Dragon core Fav subject- DATDA Fear- Being powerless (and mummies) Ethnicity- French and British
(Ill never wear your broken crown. by: Yellow_sprouts)
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"If I cant have love I want power" "Don't bleed on my carpet-" "I prefer dangerous freedom over peaceful slavery" "Im not saying im not a monster- but I never touched my family"
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