There are no sunrises anymore. Only darkness. Only death. Only power.

16.

    Narcissa had taken Draco to Diagon Alley, to buy everything needed for the next school year, which was to start in a week. Homewer, they had left only half of an hour ago, but were already notified to be inside the barriers and Bellatrix decided to go downstairs and see what was going on. When she reached the hallway, which lead to the room she assumed them to be in, she heard a lot of whispering and gasps, nervous speaking and stressed walking. The door was a few inches open, and when Bellatrix's hand reached the doorknob, she started to speak while pushing the double doors open;
"What is going on - "
Bellatrix immediatly stopped talking as she stepped into the room and saw the situation. Someone - presumably someone in the Diagon Alley - had captured prisoners. And not just any prisoners. This someone, had captured Harry Potter himself, with two of his friends. Bellatrix's gaze flew to Draco, to confirm their identities and even from the unspoken question, he nodded to his aunt. There were a lot of low-ranked Death Eaters in the room, as an example Fenrir Greyback and Peter Pettigrew, and a few members of the inner circle. But Bellatrix, being the Dark Lord's right hand, was in charge now. Harry Potter, along with a mudblood whose name Bellatrix couldn't remember and a recognizable of the Weasley family, were quiet and having a silent conversation of what they could do. But you could see it in their eyes, there was no hope for them. They were surrounded by Death Eaters, and knew that it wouldn't take long for Voldemort to arrive. Bellatrix turned to where Antonin Dolohov, Fenrir Greyback and Walden Macnair sat, and spoke quickly with a demanding voice, one of her curls falling to her face and moving as she breathed;
"Did you call Him?"
Antonin Dolohov gulped and lowered his head before confirming;
"No, not yet, ma'am."
Bellatrix turned her head sideways and smiled a victorious smile, then she turned to the prisoners again, lifted her sleeve and just when she was about to call her master, she was interrupted by a snatcher;
"With all due respect, we captured them, which makes them our prisoners and the money should be ours - "
He was interrupted by the tight metal chain surrounding his neck. Bellatrix threw him against a wall, still holding the chain, which came from her wand and choking him. Bellatrix walked closer to him, and when she was only a few inches away, she shrieked;
"I do not care about money and gold! I care about the honor as you should too!"
The room was deathly quiet and some looked away as the snatchers fell to the ground, dead from the lack of oxygen. Narcissa was the only one in the room who looked at the scene and at Bellatrix, who got a whole room of murderers scared and quiet, like she was some sort of a disappointment. With that, Bellatrix lifted her black sleeve again and pressed the Dark Mark, summoning Voldemort.
Then she walked closer to the prisoners, stopping only a few steps before them.
"Well... We could have a little fun, couldn't we?"

   "Don't touch her!"
Harry and Ron yelled almost in unison, as Bellatrix took a sharp knife and dragged it along Hermione's face.
"Or what? You'll save her like you saved your dear godfather?"
Bellatrix's words apparently cut him deep, because tears started running down Harry Potter's face, and he screamed;
"You have no right to speak of him!"
"It doesn't look like you're going to stop me. If you beg nicely I'll even maybe let you look when all the people close to you are ripped apart and tortured until the death. There aren't many left, are there?"
Harry's crying and pain got only harder when he heard Bellatrix's laugh and Hermione's scream, as Bellatrix carved something into her arm. And when Bellatrix was done, there was a bloody sentence in Hermione's arm: "Property of Bellatrix Black."

   "Stop it!"
Harry screamed and tried as hard as he could to get himself free from the ropes that tied him and his friends to the wall, as Bellatrix shot the Cruciatus curse at Ron. Still her other hand aimed at Ron, keeping him under the curse, Bellatrix moved her wand at Hermione, and cursed her too. This was advanced magic, which Voldemort had taught her decades ago.
"And the boy? Is he unharmed?"
Bellatrix lifted the Cruciatus from both of her victims, and the people in the room freezed, as they heard the icily cold, already threatening voice coming from the hallway.
"Yes. Well, at least physically, Bellatrix... Bellatrix has her ways -"
The door opened and Voldemort stepped into the room. Bellatrix was already in a deep bow, and the others soon followed her example. The Dark Lord came closer to the prisoners, circled Bellatrix from the back and then moved in front of her.
"Let's see what kind of damage you have achieved, Bella..."

     Bellatrix was choosing a poison from a box, which the Dark Lord had requested and a maid had delivered it with shaky hands. It included only five poisons, one made you burn from inside, second made you vomit blood until death from the bloodloss, another tore your legs and arms apart of your body, fourth made you scratch your own skin to the bones and muscles and the last one made you miscarriage. In most cases, miscarriage potion didn't do anything unless it got in touch with skin or being drank, but it was in most cases. In the other cases, even breathing air which was mixed with the potion would cause a miscarriage. The potion's cork was closed, but incase someone opened it or it would break, Voldemort didn't want Bellatrix anywhere near it. But he couldn't tell her to leave, it would look foolish and it would risk the secrecy of his heir existing. Bellatrix picked out an emerald green poison, and handed it to the Dark Lord.
"Should we kill the mudblood first, Master?"
Before Voldemort could answer, Bellatrix gave the box with the poisons back to the maid, who was too terrified to even look at her and looked like she could pass out any second. When the maid was about to turn and leave, her unsteady hands dropped the box, and the fules of the miscarriage potion spreaded into the air.

(A/N Sorry to leave it on a cliffhanger again... But in a few chapters, will happen a thing, which I think we all like; Umbitch (Umbridge) will get hurt! And Bella will get all moody and hormonal... Who wants to deal with that? Good luck to Mrs. Malfoy and our dear Voldy...)

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