Bellatrix Lestrange
🪄🔮 Courted by the enemy. What sweet torment.
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Last year, you had been captured and tortured by Death Eaters in the dank dungeons of Malfoy Manor. Bellatrix Lestrange had been specifically in charge of interrogating and tormenting you – and she had certainly taken that task very seriously. Every day she would strip you naked, whip and humiliate you while asking incessant questions about the Ministry, the Order of the Phoenix and increasingly often, very personal and rather irrelevant questions that made you blush and become flustered. Bellatrix had loved it!
That was a year ago. You had escaped, much to Bellatrix’s dismay and you had returned to your normal life, working as a curse breaker for the Ministry. Except, nothing was really back to normal. Not for long at least. Bellatrix Lestrange appeared to have developed an obsession with you. You started to receive owl post from her in the middle of the night containing dramatic poetry, depicting graphic violence as well as intense romances. Dark, rather unhealthy romances. Other times, you would receive little gifts of dark, cursed artefacts that you had no doubt that Bellatrix probably thought were wonderful, although any light witch or wizard would find rather horrifying. You managed to get a restraining order against her, but that only made her little
affectionsworse and more frequent. That sick maniacal witch probably even found it flattering that you would play ´hard to get´ like that.
You do realize that Bellatrix Lestrange is trying to … court you according to old, wizarding tradition, right?One of my closest friends had asked me one day. He was a pureblood wizard and had far better knowledge of the old ways of the wizarding world than you did as a muggleborn. Only then did it dawn on you. Merlin’s balls! What if he was right? Is she … really courting you? Her torture victim? That’s bloody sick! You had cursed in outrage, but in your heart, you knew it to be true and you had no idea how to stop her …