Fic Exchange: Fic for cupcakery
For: Antoinette/cupcakery of Ravenclaw
# of words: 1,151
Title: A Certain Type of Teamwork
Rating/warnings: PG 13/Death Eaters, dueling, Unforgivable Curses
Characters/Pairings: Bellatrix/Barty Crouch Jr.
Summary: The Ministry has organized a raid on Lestrange Manor, but things don't exactly go according to plan.
Author's Notes: This turned out to have a little bit more action than I anticipated, but hopefully it's still plotty enough. I hope you enjoy!
The raid on Lestrange Manor would have gone just fine if the house had been as empty as the Aurors had expected. The house would have been empty if the Lestranges had not received a tip that their house was suspected of containing Dark artifacts and arranged to station five Death Eaters at strategic locations under Disillusionment Charms. Thus it was that the group of over-eager Aurors sent to search the manor were in for an unpleasant surprise.
“God, look at this stuff,” a small-ish mousy-haired man muttered as three Aurors loudly tromped into the drawing room. “It looks like it’s been here for centuries.”
“Probably has. Get a sense of perspective, Savage,” the oldest man snapped.
Savage, looking embarrassed, wandered over to the north wall and gaped out the window at the sprawling grounds. Bellatrix, perched on the top of a bookcase like a great bird, rolled her eyes and muttered under her breath, “Mudbloods.”
“Did you hear something?” the Auror closest to the bookshelf asked.
Bellatrix’s hand unconsciously fluttered to cover her mouth and she cursed inside her head.
The man who had snapped at Savage shrugged. “Probably the wind. I reckon there’s a storm coming on.”
The Auror by the bookshelf looked doubtful and began carelessly rifling through the priceless family heirlooms displayed on the shelves. Bellatrix hissed as he nearly dropped her great-grandmother’s favorite opal necklace.
“Watch what you’re doing, Longbottom,” the older man cried, and Longbottom nearly dropped the necklace a second time. “Anything in this room could be cursed. Check it first, unless you want to end up in St. Mungo’s or worse.”
Longbottom immediately drew his wand. “Right, of course. Thanks, Jameson.”
Bellatrix, fearing that the incompetent buffoon would end up accidentally harming any of the artifacts, silently levitated a heavy silver pipe toward his head. Longbottom continued obliviously casting Dark detecting charms on the bookshelf, but Savage turned away from the window just in time to see the pipe in its midair journey. He pointed in shock at the object but before he could get a word out, the pipe bumped Longbottom soundly on the forehead and he collapsed to the ground unconscious.
“What-" Savage began, brow wrinkling in confusion.
Unable to restrain herself any longer, Bellatrix let out a long peal of giggles and removed the Disiullsionment Charm from herself. While the Aurors were still trying to understand what was happening, she leapt down from the top of the bookshelf and landed gracefully on her feet. Leveling her wand squarely at Jameson’s chest, she calmly intoned, “Crucio.”
His screams brought Aurors scrambling toward the drawing room from all over the house. Bellatrix listened to their frantic footsteps pounding overhead while Jameson writhed on the floor, Longbottom continued to lay unconscious beside the pipe, and Savage watched on in horror.
“You’re next,” she told him, and his eyes widened comically. “If the others don’t get here first.”
The Aurors arrived just as Bellatrix, bored, finally released Jameson from the spell and left him lying limp on the floor. They burst through the door with wands held high, some of them rashly shooting off precautionary Stunners as they ran. Bellatrix remained where she was (standing in a rather incriminating position over the two unmoving bodies on the floor) and watched them come. She muttered under her breath and threw up an invisible shield spell, an interesting little trick that she had just recently learned. The Aurors flung themselves at the shield but were thrown back like rubber balls bouncing off a wall. Bellatrix laughed again, and Savage started to make unappealing whimpering noises behind her. She threw a Silencing Charm over her shoulder and he became mercifully silent.
It took a bit longer than Bellatrix would have expected given the stringency of the acceptance requirements for the Auror Corps, but eventually the Aurors caught on that something was blocking their way and tried firing spells at it experimentally. Most of the spells rebounded on their owners, and after about five minutes Bellatrix was pleased to see them all reduced to standing in silence and staring dumbly at the place where the invisible blockade stood.
That was when Barty Crouch Jr. arrived. The first words to leave his mouth were “Avada Kedavra” and the room immediately exploded in a blaze of multi-colored light as the Aurors began shooting spells right back at him. One of their number, a tired-looking woman, lie dead slumped against a wall.
“Silencio,” Bellatrix mouthed at Barty as he deftly dodged the onslaught of hexes, knowing that she wouldn’t be able to penetrate her own shield.
Barty nodded and, after he’d sent the Silencing Charm at as many Aurors as he could reach, those who were less proficient at nonverbal spells gave up altogether and silently held up their hands in defeat. When Rosier, Malfoy, and Evans finally showed up and began transfiguring the assorted Aurors into a variety of embarrassing animals, Bellatrix finally let down the shield and ran over to Barty.
“You were brilliant,” she murmured, wrapping herself around him like a python around its prey.
“I know,” he whispered back, breath hot in her ear.
Bellatrix shivered.
“I wonder what your husband will think of this,” Malfoy sneered pompously. His smug expression looked somewhat ridiculous considering he was currently sweeping a large number of warty toads into a burlap sack and the edges of his robes were smeared with mouse droppings.
“My husband isn’t here now, is he, Malfoy?” Bellatrix sneered in return. “And if he was, he’d still be a thick bastard who wouldn’t understand what’s going on right in front of his nose.”
Malfoy opened his mouth to respond, but was interrupted by Rosier asking, “What do you think should we do with them?”
He was pointing at the still forms of Longbottom and Jameson, and Savage curled into a silent, quivering ball in a corner. Bellatrix’s nose wrinkled in disgust.
“Leave them in the woods with the others,” she responded. “No need to waste energy transfiguring them, though, since two are unconscious and the other isn’t likely to put up much fuss.”
Rosier nodded and levitated the two bodies across the room, then slung them over his broad shoulders. Savage, after Bellatrix had given him a few threatening pokes with her wand, willingly joined the group of Death Eaters holding sacks of his transfigured co-workers. As they began to leave, headed for the gloomy and isolated forest on the outskirts of the Lestrange property, Bellatrix grabbed Barty roughly by the arm and pulled him back.
“I think we’ve both done enough work for today, don’t you?” she muttered to him. “What do you say we let those three take care of the rest of it, hm?”
Barty licked his lips in anticipation and shoved her onto the nearest table. Bellatrix gasped eagerly.
“I think that’s a fantastic idea,” he purred into her ear.
Bellatrix grinned.
# of words: 1,151
Title: A Certain Type of Teamwork
Rating/warnings: PG 13/Death Eaters, dueling, Unforgivable Curses
Characters/Pairings: Bellatrix/Barty Crouch Jr.
Summary: The Ministry has organized a raid on Lestrange Manor, but things don't exactly go according to plan.
Author's Notes: This turned out to have a little bit more action than I anticipated, but hopefully it's still plotty enough. I hope you enjoy!
The raid on Lestrange Manor would have gone just fine if the house had been as empty as the Aurors had expected. The house would have been empty if the Lestranges had not received a tip that their house was suspected of containing Dark artifacts and arranged to station five Death Eaters at strategic locations under Disillusionment Charms. Thus it was that the group of over-eager Aurors sent to search the manor were in for an unpleasant surprise.
“God, look at this stuff,” a small-ish mousy-haired man muttered as three Aurors loudly tromped into the drawing room. “It looks like it’s been here for centuries.”
“Probably has. Get a sense of perspective, Savage,” the oldest man snapped.
Savage, looking embarrassed, wandered over to the north wall and gaped out the window at the sprawling grounds. Bellatrix, perched on the top of a bookcase like a great bird, rolled her eyes and muttered under her breath, “Mudbloods.”
“Did you hear something?” the Auror closest to the bookshelf asked.
Bellatrix’s hand unconsciously fluttered to cover her mouth and she cursed inside her head.
The man who had snapped at Savage shrugged. “Probably the wind. I reckon there’s a storm coming on.”
The Auror by the bookshelf looked doubtful and began carelessly rifling through the priceless family heirlooms displayed on the shelves. Bellatrix hissed as he nearly dropped her great-grandmother’s favorite opal necklace.
“Watch what you’re doing, Longbottom,” the older man cried, and Longbottom nearly dropped the necklace a second time. “Anything in this room could be cursed. Check it first, unless you want to end up in St. Mungo’s or worse.”
Longbottom immediately drew his wand. “Right, of course. Thanks, Jameson.”
Bellatrix, fearing that the incompetent buffoon would end up accidentally harming any of the artifacts, silently levitated a heavy silver pipe toward his head. Longbottom continued obliviously casting Dark detecting charms on the bookshelf, but Savage turned away from the window just in time to see the pipe in its midair journey. He pointed in shock at the object but before he could get a word out, the pipe bumped Longbottom soundly on the forehead and he collapsed to the ground unconscious.
“What-" Savage began, brow wrinkling in confusion.
Unable to restrain herself any longer, Bellatrix let out a long peal of giggles and removed the Disiullsionment Charm from herself. While the Aurors were still trying to understand what was happening, she leapt down from the top of the bookshelf and landed gracefully on her feet. Leveling her wand squarely at Jameson’s chest, she calmly intoned, “Crucio.”
His screams brought Aurors scrambling toward the drawing room from all over the house. Bellatrix listened to their frantic footsteps pounding overhead while Jameson writhed on the floor, Longbottom continued to lay unconscious beside the pipe, and Savage watched on in horror.
“You’re next,” she told him, and his eyes widened comically. “If the others don’t get here first.”
The Aurors arrived just as Bellatrix, bored, finally released Jameson from the spell and left him lying limp on the floor. They burst through the door with wands held high, some of them rashly shooting off precautionary Stunners as they ran. Bellatrix remained where she was (standing in a rather incriminating position over the two unmoving bodies on the floor) and watched them come. She muttered under her breath and threw up an invisible shield spell, an interesting little trick that she had just recently learned. The Aurors flung themselves at the shield but were thrown back like rubber balls bouncing off a wall. Bellatrix laughed again, and Savage started to make unappealing whimpering noises behind her. She threw a Silencing Charm over her shoulder and he became mercifully silent.
It took a bit longer than Bellatrix would have expected given the stringency of the acceptance requirements for the Auror Corps, but eventually the Aurors caught on that something was blocking their way and tried firing spells at it experimentally. Most of the spells rebounded on their owners, and after about five minutes Bellatrix was pleased to see them all reduced to standing in silence and staring dumbly at the place where the invisible blockade stood.
That was when Barty Crouch Jr. arrived. The first words to leave his mouth were “Avada Kedavra” and the room immediately exploded in a blaze of multi-colored light as the Aurors began shooting spells right back at him. One of their number, a tired-looking woman, lie dead slumped against a wall.
“Silencio,” Bellatrix mouthed at Barty as he deftly dodged the onslaught of hexes, knowing that she wouldn’t be able to penetrate her own shield.
Barty nodded and, after he’d sent the Silencing Charm at as many Aurors as he could reach, those who were less proficient at nonverbal spells gave up altogether and silently held up their hands in defeat. When Rosier, Malfoy, and Evans finally showed up and began transfiguring the assorted Aurors into a variety of embarrassing animals, Bellatrix finally let down the shield and ran over to Barty.
“You were brilliant,” she murmured, wrapping herself around him like a python around its prey.
“I know,” he whispered back, breath hot in her ear.
Bellatrix shivered.
“I wonder what your husband will think of this,” Malfoy sneered pompously. His smug expression looked somewhat ridiculous considering he was currently sweeping a large number of warty toads into a burlap sack and the edges of his robes were smeared with mouse droppings.
“My husband isn’t here now, is he, Malfoy?” Bellatrix sneered in return. “And if he was, he’d still be a thick bastard who wouldn’t understand what’s going on right in front of his nose.”
Malfoy opened his mouth to respond, but was interrupted by Rosier asking, “What do you think should we do with them?”
He was pointing at the still forms of Longbottom and Jameson, and Savage curled into a silent, quivering ball in a corner. Bellatrix’s nose wrinkled in disgust.
“Leave them in the woods with the others,” she responded. “No need to waste energy transfiguring them, though, since two are unconscious and the other isn’t likely to put up much fuss.”
Rosier nodded and levitated the two bodies across the room, then slung them over his broad shoulders. Savage, after Bellatrix had given him a few threatening pokes with her wand, willingly joined the group of Death Eaters holding sacks of his transfigured co-workers. As they began to leave, headed for the gloomy and isolated forest on the outskirts of the Lestrange property, Bellatrix grabbed Barty roughly by the arm and pulled him back.
“I think we’ve both done enough work for today, don’t you?” she muttered to him. “What do you say we let those three take care of the rest of it, hm?”
Barty licked his lips in anticipation and shoved her onto the nearest table. Bellatrix gasped eagerly.
“I think that’s a fantastic idea,” he purred into her ear.
Bellatrix grinned.