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Title: Prisoners
Character(s): Bella/Sirius
Prompt: Above the Thunder
Rating: Id say PG 13
Word Count: 861
Summary: Reunited in Azkaban
Author's Notes: Right, this one is not just based upon the prompt, but upon one of my fave pieces of fanart by pojypojy which you can find here thankyou so much to my friend athiela for an amazing beta :)
Shivering, Bellatrix leaned her head against the wall of her cell and tried to pull more hay about her. She was so cold, and the storm outside was so loud.
She was surprised that she could still feel the cold; she was surprised that she could still feel surprise. The Dementors had pulled everything out of her, every emotion, but she still had the will to live. Even if it was just to spite wizards like Albus Dumbledore. The will became less and less however, with every turn of day. When she realised she had another day, and another ahead the same, she would think ‘wouldn’t it just be easier to die?’
Her cell door swung open with the wind. Sometimes, the guards left the doors open, so that the prisoners could move about. They would only do this when they knew there was no way of escaping the island, and she'd only known it to happen twice in the 8 years she'd been in Azkaban. She knew why they did it; it gave some prisoners hope. They would rush about, attempt to run away, and find no escape. The Dementors would feed off of it like starving dogs. The first time they'd done it, she'd rushed to find Rudolphus, to no avail. She knew not to give them the satisfaction again.
She closed her eyes and tried to remember when she'd enjoyed storms, but couldn’t find the happiness inside her anymore. She just lay and listened to the thunder.
She heard footsteps outside and groaned; already people were trying to escape. She hated this, the Dementors would get excited, and she'd feel the effects.
Hearing a growl, she opened her eyes, fear spiking into them as she tried to jump away from the enormous dog above her. Although not one to believe in such foolish things as fortune-telling, the resemblance of this dog to the pictures of the Grim still unsettled her.
She began to murmur incantations under her breath, realising as she did that she had lost the ability long ago to use magic. Still, it was comforting to hear the words.
The dog began to change, and she saw her cousin, Sirius, appear before her. How he’d also changed. He looked like death was almost upon him, but his eyes were hungry, filled with the Black power that she knew all about. He was a traitor, she loathed him, but to see a face she knew, a face recognisable... well, it was something
“I could smell you,” he growled, as he reached out to touch her lips. She snapped at him, as if to bite, but he just kept his finger there and stared.
He began to smell her hair, running his face through it, letting his nose stroke her neck making her shudder in a way she hadn’t for years. She’d forgotten all about that shudder.
“I fucking hate you.” She whispered. “And if the time ever comes, I will take your life and dance on your corpse.” Even saying these words made her feel alive, having him here, and hating him, made her feel like she had something besides the dull nothingness of her life to focus on. She was in love with the hate. She needed it like water.
He lunged toward her, and crushed her mouth with his own. He tasted foul, but she hadn’t felt a man in so long. It was wrong; kissing the man she’d once played with as a child, a man who shared her blood. As pure as his blood was, he’d dirtied it with the way he lived his life. It was wrong, but then, everything was wrong here.
“Beautiful Bella,” he whispered.
He leaned against the wall whilst she put her arms and legs around him, holding herself against his body, closing her eyes and savouring the warmth.
All she had at the moment was him, a man she loathed beyond anything, but their combined hatred of their surroundings was more powerful than the hate for each other. They held each other tightly, and Bella actually felt some of the pain go. To be held. She hadn’t been held in so long.
The dementors sensed the rush of emotion and were upon them so suddenly. The room went cold; she felt the misery return, and him releasing her arms from his shoulders. She didn’t see him leave; she just felt the change from warm to cold. Despair filled her again, and she let out a cry.
It didn’t take long for the dementors to leave her; they fed quickly from her temporary experience of emotion, leaving once she had once again been drained.
She kept this memory though. Long after they’d gone, long after she knew she’d probably never see the Animagus again, unless in battle, she kept his memory buried inside her brain. She had felt alive for the first time in years; he gave her back the hope crucial to surviving in that place. She’d been at the point of dying, but the memory of the warmth of one forbidden embrace had ignited a spark inside her. It had given her the strength to survive
Character(s): Bella/Sirius
Prompt: Above the Thunder
Rating: Id say PG 13
Word Count: 861
Summary: Reunited in Azkaban
Author's Notes: Right, this one is not just based upon the prompt, but upon one of my fave pieces of fanart by pojypojy which you can find here thankyou so much to my friend athiela for an amazing beta :)
Shivering, Bellatrix leaned her head against the wall of her cell and tried to pull more hay about her. She was so cold, and the storm outside was so loud.
She was surprised that she could still feel the cold; she was surprised that she could still feel surprise. The Dementors had pulled everything out of her, every emotion, but she still had the will to live. Even if it was just to spite wizards like Albus Dumbledore. The will became less and less however, with every turn of day. When she realised she had another day, and another ahead the same, she would think ‘wouldn’t it just be easier to die?’
Her cell door swung open with the wind. Sometimes, the guards left the doors open, so that the prisoners could move about. They would only do this when they knew there was no way of escaping the island, and she'd only known it to happen twice in the 8 years she'd been in Azkaban. She knew why they did it; it gave some prisoners hope. They would rush about, attempt to run away, and find no escape. The Dementors would feed off of it like starving dogs. The first time they'd done it, she'd rushed to find Rudolphus, to no avail. She knew not to give them the satisfaction again.
She closed her eyes and tried to remember when she'd enjoyed storms, but couldn’t find the happiness inside her anymore. She just lay and listened to the thunder.
She heard footsteps outside and groaned; already people were trying to escape. She hated this, the Dementors would get excited, and she'd feel the effects.
Hearing a growl, she opened her eyes, fear spiking into them as she tried to jump away from the enormous dog above her. Although not one to believe in such foolish things as fortune-telling, the resemblance of this dog to the pictures of the Grim still unsettled her.
She began to murmur incantations under her breath, realising as she did that she had lost the ability long ago to use magic. Still, it was comforting to hear the words.
The dog began to change, and she saw her cousin, Sirius, appear before her. How he’d also changed. He looked like death was almost upon him, but his eyes were hungry, filled with the Black power that she knew all about. He was a traitor, she loathed him, but to see a face she knew, a face recognisable... well, it was something
“I could smell you,” he growled, as he reached out to touch her lips. She snapped at him, as if to bite, but he just kept his finger there and stared.
He began to smell her hair, running his face through it, letting his nose stroke her neck making her shudder in a way she hadn’t for years. She’d forgotten all about that shudder.
“I fucking hate you.” She whispered. “And if the time ever comes, I will take your life and dance on your corpse.” Even saying these words made her feel alive, having him here, and hating him, made her feel like she had something besides the dull nothingness of her life to focus on. She was in love with the hate. She needed it like water.
He lunged toward her, and crushed her mouth with his own. He tasted foul, but she hadn’t felt a man in so long. It was wrong; kissing the man she’d once played with as a child, a man who shared her blood. As pure as his blood was, he’d dirtied it with the way he lived his life. It was wrong, but then, everything was wrong here.
“Beautiful Bella,” he whispered.
He leaned against the wall whilst she put her arms and legs around him, holding herself against his body, closing her eyes and savouring the warmth.
All she had at the moment was him, a man she loathed beyond anything, but their combined hatred of their surroundings was more powerful than the hate for each other. They held each other tightly, and Bella actually felt some of the pain go. To be held. She hadn’t been held in so long.
The dementors sensed the rush of emotion and were upon them so suddenly. The room went cold; she felt the misery return, and him releasing her arms from his shoulders. She didn’t see him leave; she just felt the change from warm to cold. Despair filled her again, and she let out a cry.
It didn’t take long for the dementors to leave her; they fed quickly from her temporary experience of emotion, leaving once she had once again been drained.
She kept this memory though. Long after they’d gone, long after she knew she’d probably never see the Animagus again, unless in battle, she kept his memory buried inside her brain. She had felt alive for the first time in years; he gave her back the hope crucial to surviving in that place. She’d been at the point of dying, but the memory of the warmth of one forbidden embrace had ignited a spark inside her. It had given her the strength to survive