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  Rating:
      Explicit
  Archive Warning:
      Graphic_Depictions_Of_Violence, Rape/Non-Con, Underage
  Category:
      F/M
  Fandom:
      Harry_Potter_-_J._K._Rowling
  Relationship:
      Bellatrix_Black_Lestrange/Rodolphus_Lestrange, Bellatrix_Black_Lestrange/
      Voldemort
  Character:
      Bellatrix_Black_Lestrange, Tom_Riddle_|_Voldemort, Rodolphus_Lestrange
  Additional Tags:
      This_is_a_deliberately_unpleasant_story, I'm_Sorry, Animal_Abuse
  Stats:
      Published: 2017-12-22 Updated: 2018-02-06 Chapters: 3/? Words: 1808
****** Let Me Break You ******
by Räv_(Belial_Aphroditus)
Summary
     Short glimpses into the life of Bellatrix Lestrange. Inspired by the
     London After Midnight song of the same name.
Notes
See the end of the work for notes
***** Chapter 1 *****
Bella knew her role. She stood proud and held her hand out for her soon-to-be
husband. Black became Lestrange. Soft applause stumbled from the crowd as they
wed. Looking over the stone face witnesses she saw he wasn’t here. It was
unsurprising but her eyes stung, still she did not cry.
Bella knew he wouldn’t.
Bella knew he couldn’t.
She still believed in what could never be.
That part of her was just unbroken.
Disgusting. Malformed. She thought about that shameful part of herself. Her new
husband took her hand and she did not shutter. A hint of pride puffed in her
chest because of this. She could live up to this task from her master.
Her new husband looked coldly to her. She returned in kind.
This is right. And she knew it was no matter how much she wanted to scream.
They danced at arm’s length. The music was a classic piece written by a pure
blood. It was probably played at her mother’s wedding and her mother’s as well.
A testament to their culture and a reminder of what she was fighting for. Soon
the dancing was over and the guest left in small groups.
She was nearly dragged to her husband’s room.
Bella undressed in front of her crude husband as he splayed himself out on
their bed. Her chin lifted up and she let her bridal robes fall to the floor.
Perky young breast drew her husband’s gaze right away. He would soon defile her
with his touch and his seed. It was her role in this battle. And she would
perform for him with the passion only a true dark witch could. Even if her
partner wasn’t him she would play her role as dutiful wife to the pureblood
cause.
She crawled onto the bed and kissed Rodolphus. He, to her luck, put out the
candles and in the darkness she had her Dark Lord again.
***** Chapter 2 *****
Bella had hidden herself away on the day the met her lord. She was on edge
while waiting for her OWLS so she was spending more time in her secret place.
The small hut in the woods was close enough to her home that the Ministry would
think any magic was her parent’s. More importantly it was far enough into the
old woods to only be known to her.
One of those times she brought her sister Andromeda’s dog. Bella was never fond
of the dog anyway. Besides, her family could buy another dog.
Bella sighed. Andromeda would still cry because she had to have this dog
though.
‘Spoiled brat,’ she thought of her young sister.
She had smuggled the yappy beast away in an old sack for some stress relief in
the woods. Of course that was a week ago, he she had gotten her excellent
scores, and the thing stunk now. She was planning to get rid of it but she
found the rotting sight rather lovely.
Lying on its side maggots squirmed over its entrails where they were spilled by
Bella. The movement of the larvae inside the body made it look like it was
still breathing at times. As if the dog was just sleeping as it was being eaten
slowly.
Taking it apart was so much more fun than the rabbits and rats from before. The
fact she knew she was forbidden to torture the animal made it all the more fun.
It would’ve been a shame to go back. She stepped closer wondering what the
maggots felt like. It would be closest she could get to a desire crawling and
writhing within her. She wanted to feel death.
Then a man's voice spoke to her. “Beautiful, isn’t it Bella?” He asked.
She had not heard him approach. In a panic, she whipped around to the intruder.
He was a handsome towering man with thinning dark hair and brown to almost red
eyes. Being handsome meant nothing to her. Good looks were nice but impractical
and a perishable good anyway. Those eyes and that presence though. He demanded
her without words and some damnable part of her wanted to give in.
“It’s lovely isn’t it Bella,” he asked again and advanced on her, insisting on
an answer. “How things can be made into something new and beautiful? But first
it must be broken.”
Who was he? She thought as she stepped back. She had seen him before. Quick
peaks from atop stairs and around corners with her sisters before they were
chased away. This was her first good look at the man that had her parents so
excited.
‘So tall and dark.’ She thought about the towering man. He soon towered higher
after she tripped over a rock. Hitting her backside, she cut eye contact for
the first time since the man spoke to her.
“Do you think it’s beautiful? You haven’t answered me. Have I offended you?” He
said looking away from her.
Bella stood up and looked the man in those sinister eyes. “N-no you haven’t. It
is-it is beautiful, like their dancing.” The flies buzzed around her head. A
couple landed on her face. Mesmerized by the man, she did nothing to remove
them.
“Dancing?” He said. He looked back at her and smiled.
She felt like she could fly if he kept looking at her like that. She cocked her
head to the right and swayed her hips a little. “Yes. Do you dance Mr.?”
“Oh you will know my name soon enough and yes, at times.” He said and held out
his hand.
Bella walked up and, as softly as she could, placed her hand on his.
They didn’t dance.
He clutched her hand tightly. Bella’s eyes widened from the pain. He then eased
and gently ran his thumb in a circle on her skin.
“To be made beautiful like this you have to have the talent. And you have so
much raw talent, Bella.” He said.
The way he said the word 'raw' sent a magic-like sensation from the skin he
still drew circles on down to her crotch.
“I know how to break things and make them beautiful as well. But I know more
ways to break things.” He said as Bella’s eyes grew wide. “Ways that do not
kill but bring out their potential. Tell me Miss Bella, do you wish to know
your true strength and beauty?” He then leaned close until he was just shy of a
kiss before saying, “Will you let me break you?”
Bella looked up. Something about the way he spoke left her feeling exposed. But
she did not shy away but reviled in this feeling. She wanted to expose more to
his gaze. She wanted to give him everything.
She nodded.
And so he broke her. And over the years, he would break her again and again. He
filled her and her mind with darkness and racked her body with blessed pain. He
taught her to accept his painful gifts and to use her magic in wickedly
beautiful ways. Once she pulled away the moral restraints imposed by those
wanting to coddle the weak and impure. He rebuilt her into his perfect witch.
So why couldn’t she have him?
***** Chapter 3 *****
Chapter Notes
     Heads up this chapter references self induced abortions among other
     things. You know each chapter of this I'm trying to make myself
     uncomfortable reading it. But I'm a little worried that it might get
     too edgy especially with this chapter. So feel free to tell me if I
     go too far.
Bella lay in her bead holding her growing stomach. Every day she felt sicker.
This alien thing growing inside her was killing her soul. It wasn’t his. It
wasn’t her lord’s. Her husband had once again taken root in what was not his.
It needed to go.  Just  like the other one.
Lucky for her she was a true witch with knowledge both arcane and foul. She
knew the ways to get what she wanted; different ways to not draw suspicion.
It was wrong, yes, she knew this. If anyone found out she would  be shamed  ,
punished and worst of all have her loyalty to her Lord questioned. But she was
good in all the other ways.  Surely  she could have this? She could have this
one small fault? Could she stain herself with this iota of sin? Yes, she could…
…As long as no one knew especially him.
‘Why can’t I have you my Lord?’ She thought again and again. Why couldn’t his
orchid be what was feeding off her and not Rodolphus’ parasitic weed. She never
dared to question his choice out loud. And she never questioned his almost
(Dare she even think it?) mugglish view of marriage.
It wasn’t as if he was forcing them to pair up. Bella shuttered at the thought
of  being paired  with a half blood like that slimy coward Snape. No, if one
was uninterested  in marriage or children it was not seen as a poor mark. Still
to bring forth the next generation of purebloods was one of the highest honors
for a witch. To remove them though…
But she could do more for the cause than bare children. There were others who
could and would and are. She could  be overlooked , yes?
The most those others did was look pretty and talk sweet to the men. Giving
them children was  just  the natural next step. They were too trained to be
gentle and soft. Men so adored them as such. A loving place for them to rest
in. A passive warmth for them to fuck. That was what so many foolish small men
wanted.
But not her lord, he was by no means a small weak fool.
Maybe  she would free one of these weak women. Bella’s wandering hands found
their mark as she thought about kissing full lips. How their full shape would
thin a bit more as they keep asking. “Where are we going? How deep in the woods
are we? What’s going on?”
Her thumb would ghost over her skin in circles. It would be such a soft touch;
unlike the furious massage she was giving her clit at that thought.
She wondered how young she could stomach or even get away with.
‘They would be so afraid.’ Bella thought and a particularly nice jolt ran up
her body and down her tense legs. ‘Then shattering their trust, their screams.’
She came imaging blood and tasting tears.
Oh but that wasn’t her place. That was her Lord’s. And her place was by him.
That was why she  was chosen . That was why he broke her and you keep what you
break.
Unless you planned to throw it away,  just  as she had planned with this child
in her. Had he thrown her away?
Rodolphus came into the room and his eyes lit up when he saw his wife. Bella
continued to rub herself feeling even wetter under his gaze. She spread her
legs feeling a hazy need for a simple fuck. Moaning for it she fingered herself
soaked fingers as he had disrobed
Maybe  she was selfish. But hadn’t she earned a little selfishness.
End Notes
     I've noticed a lot of my writing has been very grim and melodramatic
     lately. Not sure I want to think about what that means.
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