Bellatrix Lestrange Harry Potter Novels & Stories

her room, and we agreed to meet up later once she took some rest. "It's Bella, right?" Gabriel asked me as we walked towards his room. I just nodded a yes. "Is it short for Isabella?" No, my name is Bellatrix," I answered. "Wow, that's a beautiful name. Your name is from the Latin word meaning Female Warrior." What is this guy, a braniac or walking encyclopedia? I had no clue about the meaning behind my name. I just knew that my grams had named me. "Thanks for the compliment, but honestly, I never took the time to look up the meaning of the name my grams chose for me," I told him shyly. "We're here, I hope this room meets your satisfaction. Give me a shout if there is anything you need," I

“I will list out a few terms. You must pick four of the ones that seem favourable to you. Note also that the first and last options are mandatory. Understood?” “Yes,” Anslan nodded, his heart already beating erratically in his chest as he awaited what she would say. "Anslan," Bellatrix paused while fixing her gaze on him. The silence was deafening and tense. Finally, she spoke, "Firstly, I want you to personally whip her," she pointed at Helene, "...a hundred lashes with the same whip used on my mother. Make sure it’s laced with wolfsbane. Afterwards, throw her in a snake cage. This must be done tonight.”

I grit through my teeth. “Freedom,” he chuckles sinisterly, “There is no such thing for humans.” My lips tug into a sneer, “As long as I’m away from you, that’s freedom.” Lazarus laughed, a deeply coarse sound. “I’m glad I could be of your entertainment.” I retort sarcastically. He arose from the chair with ease, advancing towards me. Lazarus traces my cheek with his fingertips, an electric current branding my skin from his touch as I’m locked in a trance. His lips curl into a malicious smirk, “You are my slave Bellatrix.”

She stopped stirring, slowly dropping the bowl and dusting her hands on her apron. She bowed her head and wrung her wrist as she struggled to speak up. “What's going on here?” I cut in with a sharp tone, glaring at the maid on their knees. Lena had flour covered all over her bodies while the maids watched her like a spectacle when it was their job to work. They froze and trembled to speak up. “G… good… morning,” she spoke up, nervous and faint. “Is anyone going to answer my question?” I thundered.

Devon started, his voice low. "Devon! Bella! We doing this or what?" Marcus's voice carried up from the garage, irritated and impatient. The spell broke. Bella ducked past Devon and practically ran for the stairs, the resistance bands still pressed against her chest like a shield. Behind her, she heard Devon exhale slowly. She didn't look back. That afternoon, Bella volunteered to pick up groceries. Anything to get out of the house, away from the garage where Devon was putting Marcus through another round of exercises, away