Fic: 'Interrogation' HP/BL NC17
Title - Interrogation
Author - softly_sweetly
Beta - None, mistakes are mine alone
Rating - NC17
Word Count - ~830
Characters/Pairings - Harry/Bellatrix (Harry/Ginny)
Warnings - AU - DH Never Happened, Voldemort is still at large. Non-Con, Bondage, Dark!Harry
Disclaimer - I own nothing but the plot lines. I make no money from this, and mean no offence by any scene depicted within this story. All characters depicted in sexual situations herein are above the age of consent.
Summary - Bellatrix had heard the stories about the lengths Potter was going to, the things he was doing in pursuit of victory, but she'd never quite believed them.
Author's Notes - Written for prompt 10 You're gorgeous when you're angry from my mission_insane Pounce!Porn table.
She'd lasted so long, stealth and hexes keeping her out of the clutches of the law, but she'd finally fallen.
The battle had been raging for so long now that Bellatrix couldn't remember a time when she hadn't been at war. Fighting against the blasted Light and all that they stood for. Though her Lord retained control of the Ministry, the Light were stronger now than they had been for years, and Bellatrix knew she was at one of their many strongholds.
Her wrists were bound to the back of the chair and her ankles to the legs. Without her wand she had no chance of freeing herself, but Bellatrix wasn't worried. She'd been here for a week already, and not one of the irritating little creatures had even come close to breaking her. Soon her Lord would be here to rescue her, and she would resume fighting in his name.
The door opened and Bellatrix looked up with a smirk already on her face. But this was new; Potter himself was striding into the room, slamming the door behind him and pulling the wire away from the thing in the wall that Bellatrix had surmised was somehow magically recording her. He was taller than the last time she'd seen him and rougher too. Stubble and scars littered his face, and his body strained against the tight dragon hide he wore. There was a darkness about him, a quiet threat that the war had stolen the innocence he'd once had. Bellatrix had heard the stories about the lengths Potter was going to, the things he was doing in pursuit of victory, but she'd never quite believed them. "Itty bitty Potter, come to scare the big bad lady?"
"There are no ladies here, just a warrior and a whore."
Whore was a word that probably shouldn't come from Potter's mouth, and Bellatrix smirked as she watched his lips relax from forming it. "Ickle Potter, such a bad boy now. Are you going to hurt me, Potter? Is wittle Hawwy going to try and cast the Cruciatus again?"
As pain flared through her Bellatrix though he had cast, but when the shock melted away she traced the pain to an impact point on her cheek, saw a matching red mark on the back of Potter's hand. "Filthy Mudblood scum! My Lord will punish you for this!"
Potter's other hand slapped over her other cheek, and Bellatrix felt her lip split under the impact of his wedding ring. Before she could scream at him, he wrapped his hand around her throat and cut off all but a trickle of her air supply.
"Time for a home truth, Lestrange. Your Master isn’t looking for you. We've had you for eight days and no one has bothered to come after you."
"My Lord will…"
"Will have already moved on to someone younger and prettier. You thought an old, battered whore like you would hold his attention? Your madness shines through and paints you ugly."
Bellatrix bristled, stung by the harsh words. Her beauty had been something she'd held onto, the fine bone structure and dark colouring marks of her breeding and worth.
"He isn’t coming for you Bellatrix; why not tell me where he is?"
"I'll never speak!" Bellatrix rasped, her throat fighting against Potter's grip as she tried to get more air, tried to escape the light-headed feeling that was settling in.
"You remember Neville, don't you Bellatrix? You remember how you broke him? That is your fate, unless you tell me what I want to know."
Bellatrix did remember, and she couldn't help herself shivering. She hadn't taken Longbottom's life, but she'd taken everything else. His innocence, his sanity, she'd claimed it all in her Master's dungeons before she returned Longbottom to his comrade, a useless shell of an abuse victim. "You wouldn't dare."
Potter answered her whispered statement by drawing his wand down the front of her robes, splitting the material and pushing it apart. The cold air hardened her nipples, and Potter smirked as he held his wand to one side and pinched the pebbled mounds harshly, twisting until she yelped in pain. "You'll pay for this!"
Potter just laughed at her, still holding her throat as his hand grabbed at her robes and pulled them up, bunching the material on her lap and pushing his hand underneath it. Bellatrix cried out when two fingers penetrated her roughly, dry and thick and just too much. Potter's lips were right by her ear when he whispered, "Finally, I see it. You're beautiful when you're angry."
Bellatrix wanted to respond, but Potter's hand was too tight to allow her much more than oxygen to stay conscious. Trying to spit at him, she only succeeded in spitting down her chin, and Potter laughed at the sight as he growled. "You'll answer, or I'll destroy you, Bella."
Bellatrix had never believed the stories, but as she sat there she feared they were true.
Author - softly_sweetly
Beta - None, mistakes are mine alone
Rating - NC17
Word Count - ~830
Characters/Pairings - Harry/Bellatrix (Harry/Ginny)
Warnings - AU - DH Never Happened, Voldemort is still at large. Non-Con, Bondage, Dark!Harry
Disclaimer - I own nothing but the plot lines. I make no money from this, and mean no offence by any scene depicted within this story. All characters depicted in sexual situations herein are above the age of consent.
Summary - Bellatrix had heard the stories about the lengths Potter was going to, the things he was doing in pursuit of victory, but she'd never quite believed them.
Author's Notes - Written for prompt 10 You're gorgeous when you're angry from my mission_insane Pounce!Porn table.
She'd lasted so long, stealth and hexes keeping her out of the clutches of the law, but she'd finally fallen.
The battle had been raging for so long now that Bellatrix couldn't remember a time when she hadn't been at war. Fighting against the blasted Light and all that they stood for. Though her Lord retained control of the Ministry, the Light were stronger now than they had been for years, and Bellatrix knew she was at one of their many strongholds.
Her wrists were bound to the back of the chair and her ankles to the legs. Without her wand she had no chance of freeing herself, but Bellatrix wasn't worried. She'd been here for a week already, and not one of the irritating little creatures had even come close to breaking her. Soon her Lord would be here to rescue her, and she would resume fighting in his name.
The door opened and Bellatrix looked up with a smirk already on her face. But this was new; Potter himself was striding into the room, slamming the door behind him and pulling the wire away from the thing in the wall that Bellatrix had surmised was somehow magically recording her. He was taller than the last time she'd seen him and rougher too. Stubble and scars littered his face, and his body strained against the tight dragon hide he wore. There was a darkness about him, a quiet threat that the war had stolen the innocence he'd once had. Bellatrix had heard the stories about the lengths Potter was going to, the things he was doing in pursuit of victory, but she'd never quite believed them. "Itty bitty Potter, come to scare the big bad lady?"
"There are no ladies here, just a warrior and a whore."
Whore was a word that probably shouldn't come from Potter's mouth, and Bellatrix smirked as she watched his lips relax from forming it. "Ickle Potter, such a bad boy now. Are you going to hurt me, Potter? Is wittle Hawwy going to try and cast the Cruciatus again?"
As pain flared through her Bellatrix though he had cast, but when the shock melted away she traced the pain to an impact point on her cheek, saw a matching red mark on the back of Potter's hand. "Filthy Mudblood scum! My Lord will punish you for this!"
Potter's other hand slapped over her other cheek, and Bellatrix felt her lip split under the impact of his wedding ring. Before she could scream at him, he wrapped his hand around her throat and cut off all but a trickle of her air supply.
"Time for a home truth, Lestrange. Your Master isn’t looking for you. We've had you for eight days and no one has bothered to come after you."
"My Lord will…"
"Will have already moved on to someone younger and prettier. You thought an old, battered whore like you would hold his attention? Your madness shines through and paints you ugly."
Bellatrix bristled, stung by the harsh words. Her beauty had been something she'd held onto, the fine bone structure and dark colouring marks of her breeding and worth.
"He isn’t coming for you Bellatrix; why not tell me where he is?"
"I'll never speak!" Bellatrix rasped, her throat fighting against Potter's grip as she tried to get more air, tried to escape the light-headed feeling that was settling in.
"You remember Neville, don't you Bellatrix? You remember how you broke him? That is your fate, unless you tell me what I want to know."
Bellatrix did remember, and she couldn't help herself shivering. She hadn't taken Longbottom's life, but she'd taken everything else. His innocence, his sanity, she'd claimed it all in her Master's dungeons before she returned Longbottom to his comrade, a useless shell of an abuse victim. "You wouldn't dare."
Potter answered her whispered statement by drawing his wand down the front of her robes, splitting the material and pushing it apart. The cold air hardened her nipples, and Potter smirked as he held his wand to one side and pinched the pebbled mounds harshly, twisting until she yelped in pain. "You'll pay for this!"
Potter just laughed at her, still holding her throat as his hand grabbed at her robes and pulled them up, bunching the material on her lap and pushing his hand underneath it. Bellatrix cried out when two fingers penetrated her roughly, dry and thick and just too much. Potter's lips were right by her ear when he whispered, "Finally, I see it. You're beautiful when you're angry."
Bellatrix wanted to respond, but Potter's hand was too tight to allow her much more than oxygen to stay conscious. Trying to spit at him, she only succeeded in spitting down her chin, and Potter laughed at the sight as he growled. "You'll answer, or I'll destroy you, Bella."
Bellatrix had never believed the stories, but as she sat there she feared they were true.