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Post by HARRY JAMES POTTER on Mar 15, 2011 2:24:19 GMT
At fifteen, Harry was pretty much allowed to go where ever he pleased to by himself. His parents weren't as overbearing as they had once been. But even still, he was required to tell them where he was going, and when he should be expected to return. It was a bit annoying really, but he supposed he could understand it. They were his parents. And even though he had just recently turned fifteen, they still viewed him as their little baby boy. Of course, being the rebellious teenager that he was, he always argued that he was to old to have someone follow him around Diagon Alley all the time. Which, in his defense, was true. He had two years until he was of age, and then he was a legal adult; free to make his own decisions without his parents there to hold his hand.
The familiar alley was just as crowded as it usually was at this time of year. Harry expertly weaved in and out of the crowd, avoiding running into those who were shopping for their school supplies and those who were just out to enjoy what could possibly be one of the last few nice days remaining in the year. Or it could be that the alley was always crowded at this time. Harry wasn't sure, nor was he really bothered to find the answer. Harry was here today with his family to get the usual new books that usually came with the new school term. It was a normal British summer, nice and warm, but not sweltering hot like those in other countries sometimes experience. The blue fabric of his jeans were just thick enough to keep him at a nice, even body temperature, making him feel comfortable. And the cotton gray shirt was loose enough that he wasn't sweating in it nor was he freezing. The perfect outfit for a day such as today.
His parents were off with April, helping her get the things she needed for school. Or rather, their Mum was with her. Harry was supposed to be shopping with his Dad (they had agreed to split up to get their books and what not faster), however he had convinced his Dad that if HE went to the Apothecary to get extra Potions ingredients, that He, Harry, would go and get a new set of robes for school; seeing how he had decided to have a slight growth spurt during the summer. However, it didn't take nearly as long as Harry had assumed it would take for him to acquire new robes. And he didn't fancy going back to meet up with his family just yet. Emerald green eyes scanned around the Alley, attempting to find something to entertain himself with. He knew he'd get yelled at for not coming straight to his parents; especially with Voldemort on the raise again. However, he didn't see how a well known and feared Dark Wizard was going to attack an alley full of people. So in all practical logic, he was fine. Deciding to get at bit of Ice Cream, he made his way across the alley towards Florean Fortescue's Ice Cream Parlour.
The young Gryffindor stopped just shy of the door, his gaze moving past the Ice Cream Parlour to the right; where a dark, shady opening between buildings existed. He knew exactly what was down there: Knockturn Alley. He wasn't allowed down there. Not even with his parents or another adult. Down there, items were for sale for Dark Magic. Looking around, Harry slowly made his way towards the entrance of the alley. However, he stopped just at the opening. He could make out the cloaked, shadowy forms of others walking about. His tongue darted out slightly, wetting his lips slightly as he looked back over his shoulder. He was curious to see what was down there... however he wasn't sure if he wanted to risk his parents wrath by going down. His emerald gaze fell back down onto the shops down the alley; the adrenaline pumping in his veins, causing his palms to become sweaty. All it would take was for him to just lift up one foot and step forward, and then he would be able to confidently move forward. However it also took one second for either of his parents (or his Uncle Sirius or Uncle Remus) to spot him and yell at him.
Words: 737 Tag: Bellatrix then Open Notes: Sorry it's Crappy!
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Post by BELLATRIX ELLADORA LESTRANGE on Mar 17, 2011 1:50:22 GMT
Bellatrix did not like Diagon Alley. Not in the slightest. It was overcrowded for starters and you could guarantee there were enough mudbloods and blood-traitors amongst the thronging crowd to fill a large portion of the Hogwarts Express. Once upon a time when Bella was a child and half-bloods, bloo-traitors and mubloods all knew their place, she had actually enjoyed visits to Diagon Alley. She had gone with her parents and purchased her first wand in Ollivanders when she was eleven, she had gone to Flourish and Blotts to buy all the books required on the school book list and it was in Madame Malkins that she had gone to be fitted for the best quality robes suitable for Hogwarts that they could provide.
Those early memories were now precisely that and nothing more, memories. Knockturn Alley had become a preference to Bella as the mudbloods and filth she loathed Diagon Alley for, steered very clear of the dingy, darker, ominous and more intimidating streets of Knockturn. She soon found out that almost anything could be purchased there including illegal objects, fatal and cursed artefacts, rare potion ingredients for the darker and more dangerous concoctions as well as other, more suspicious merchandise that would surely be confiscated by the ministry were they to investigate and find such things. Of course, the ministry turned a conveniently blind eye to Knockturn Alley, maintaining it as a shady place, perfect for dealing in shady business and discussing sordid affairs.
It was for such an object that Bella had ventured out into the confines of the narrow alley that lay so close to Diagon Alley, you could almost smell the mudbloods as they scurried along like the vermin they were. It revolted her down to her very core. Who were they to invade the wizarding world with their muggle parentage, their muggle habits, their muggle customs and their muggle clothing? It was an outrage! They were not raised as pureblood children are! They had no right to be joining their world and using magic like it was their right! Magic was something you inherited, something that was passed down through generations of wizards and witches, something that was earned by the ancient wizarding family that had kept their blood sacred for centuries and it was not for mudbloods to impose themselves on so they could dilute the magic in those families.
Bella was currently browsing the wares of Borgin and Burkes, surveying the wares with mild interest but mainly boredom. It was often the same merchandise everytime and it was beginning to urk Bella. How was she supposed to find the shop any more interesting than it had been a year ago if the stock had barely changed. Sure, a cursed necklace here and a dark magic book there had been shifted but that Hand of Glory might as well have received permanent residency for all the interest the customers of the shop seemed to have shown in it. As poor as the joke was, she couldn't help but wonder when the Hand of Glory would finally change hands. Yes, that was corny and on reflection, had made her cringe slightly.
Once again, Bellatrix left the dark confines of the shop without so much as the tiniest of parcels under her arm or hidden in her cloak. If only there had been a new item for sale, something that could catch her eye and tempt her to part with her money... But no. It was not to be. Bella did like spending money, well, mainly because it was Rodolphus' money and she could but it was money spending all the same but she only liked spending it on things she liked. While there had been quite a good selection in Borgin and Burkes, there had been nothing that had struck her as an object she had to own.
Bella tugged the material of her hood so that it sheltered her head as she walked away from the shop she had exited only seconds earlier. She turned down a small side street; it was dark and narrow and smelt of mold and dirt. She wrinkled her nose slightly, emerging into main street of Knockturn Alley, only to turn and double take. Was that- Could it be? It was. "Potter!"
[/b] she hissed maliciously under breath. Had he seen her yet? She wasn't sure. Picking up her pace and pushing rudely against the people in the street who impeded her way, she stopped several feet away from him. "Scared to disobey mummy and daddy, Potter?"[/b] she taunted, sneering at him unpleasantly. It didn't take a genius to work out that Lily and James Potter would disapprove of Knockturn Alley and therefore disallow their teenage son to visit it, so why not taunt him into straying into her territory? He seemed the type who was easily provoked, that is, from what she knew of him. [/blockquote] Tagged: Harry Outfit: HereWords: 812 [/font][/center]
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Post by HARRY JAMES POTTER on Mar 19, 2011 15:01:22 GMT
His tongue came out to wet his lips again, before he took his lower one in his mouth and chewed on it slightly; contemplating his next move. If he were quick about it, his parents would never know he was down there.... And even if they did find out he was down there, it wouldn't be that difficult to come up with a reason why. His hand closed on the book list, crumpling the parchment slightly. He looked down at it slightly, thinking. He could always say that the parchment flew out of his hand... that he wasn't holding onto it tightly enough and he went after it, not having realized just where it was he had followed it to.
His head snapped back up, hearing a sneering voice taunting him into breaking his parents trust and straying down the street. His eyes narrowed behind round rimmed glasses, glaring at the hooded figure. It didn't take a genius to figure out who was under the hood or who that voice belonged to. Of course, Harry had only ever saw Bellatrix a few times in his life; his parents not wanting him anywhere near her. He knew enough about her to know that she had been in Voldemort's inner circle, one of his most trusted Death Eaters. And she was also Sirius' cousin and Andromeda's sister. He couldn't see how Bellatrix could be related to two people who were so nice, but related they were. “How very mature of you, Bella, attempting to lure a child into a shady place. If I didn't know any better, I'd think you were one of those child kidnappers.”
[/color]he said to her. The corner's of his mouth lifted slightly in a mock smirk before falling again. “Oh wait... You probably are.” he said. However, now more than ever he wanted to just close the distance between them; to proof that he wasn't afraid of disobeying his parents and that he wasn't afraid of her. Of course, there was also that strong desire to just knock that superior look off her face he knew she always had on. Of course, there was also always a calculating look; as if she were always studying the surroundings and the people in it. More times than he was willing to admit to, Harry sometimes felt he was on the receiving end of that calculating look. It unnerved him slightly. “So what banned item were you purchasing today? Does my Dad have to make a quick visit to search your Manor?” he asked in a mock conversational voice. This was the time he probably should have just left. He wouldn't turn his back on her, Diagon Alley was less crowded and he wasn't about to provide as an easy target for her. But he should have left to go find his parents and sister. His Dad would be finished getting his Potion ingredients soon, and would no doubt come looking for him when he realized he hadn't met up with his Mum and Sister yet. Or he could allow himself to be baited; to satisfy the gnawing curiosity of what lay down the shabby alley and to knock the sneer right off Bella's face for doing what she probably hadn't expected him to do, regardless of her taunting.[/blockquote][/blockquote] Words: 552 Tag: Bellatrix then Open Notes: Sorry it's Crappy![/size]
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Post by BELLATRIX ELLADORA LESTRANGE on Mar 24, 2011 19:30:05 GMT
The desire to attack him was strong, intoxicatingly so. This boy needed to die but unfortunately the Dark Lord was insistant on doing the task himself, so as much as Bella would like to put an end to the threat that was the teenage boy before her, she would restrain herself. Restrain herself from killing him that is. Torturing the boy was another matter altogether. Torture and then kidnapping him to bring him back to the Dark Lord... Oh the rewards he would give her...
If there was any love in him for her that night Fabien was conceived, surely bringing him the boy that had plagued him since would revive it and preserve it. He said he could not love but Bella thought differently, she swore she knew differently. If he were to love anyone, it would be her. She who had bore him a son, she who had remained absolute and devoted to him her whole life, she who would never deny or hide her allegience to him. She would never renounce her loyalty even if he were to suffer a mortal death and never return. Her love might not be that of the healthy variety but it was love and the only love she had ever known and Bellatrix Lestrange was a determined woman.
Bella stared hard at Harry, a feeling of intense loathing bubbling away underneath the surface of her rather cool exterior, cool for her, that is. Any effort to hide her strong desire to murder him where he stood, went up in flames as he used her nickname, her pet name, the name that only those she felt were deserving or privilidged enough could use. The Dark Lord called her by that name, her sister used it and a couple others did but Potter was most certainly NOT welcome to do so. "You address me as Madam Lestrange, Potter! Show some respect! Or did your mudblood mother not teach you any?"
[/b] She gave him a scathing look, taking the smallest of steps back into Knockturn. If he was going to bite on her taunt then let him be in her domain. "Vain, aren't we? Why would I ever want to kidnap such a filthy, arrogant little half-blood such as yourself?"[/b] She gave a low chuckle and continued to stare at him, her eyes not even attempting to conceal the sadistic pleasure she was greatly anticipating. "Your father can visit whenever he pleases but leaving is another matter. My house is quite the deathtrap, you see,"[/b] she responded, a broad smirk spreading across her face. Bella took another step backwards this time, a more noticeable one than the previous. "Afraid of Knockturn Alley, Potter? What a shame! And they say Gryffindors are supposed to be brave. I suppose the Sorting Hat somehow overlooked your cowardice in it's old age..."[/b] Her tone was very exaggerated, as though she were speaking to an extremely dense person. [/blockquote] Tagged: Harry Outfit: HereWords: 485 [/font][/center]
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Post by HARRY JAMES POTTER on Mar 26, 2011 14:55:19 GMT
The smartest thing for Harry to do at the present time was to just go back to his parents. However the pride and stubbornness that had helped him gain the favor of the Sorting Hat to place him in Gryffindor held him rooted in the very spot he stood. He wasn't afraid of Bellatrix. Oh no, she was simply a tool. A tool to be used and discarded by the very being she had sworn her loyalty. Of course, with the way she spoke of the self-proclaimed Dark Lord (not to mention that little look in her eyes) one would actually think she was in love with him; and delusional enough to think that he loved her back. He was the one that anyone really had to fear. So long as he was the hand wielding the tool; Voldemort was the one in charge. Of course, take him out of the picture and then Harry would worry about Bella on her own. From what he could gather by the very unpleasant (and very brief) times he had ever had to be in her presence (which wasn't long if his parents had anything to say about it) she was completely deranged and off her rocker. An out of control weapon. He had no idea what she would do if her precious Master vanished. But judging by the look he was currently receiving from her, it didn't bode well for him at all.
Admittedly, this was probably the longest amount of time he had ever spent in Bella's presence. And he wasn't enjoying it one bit. Although a small smirk did appear on his features at the waspish reply he received from using her little pet name. However, the smirk wasn't long lasting. His green eyes darkened slightly as she insulted his mother. He hated that word... 'dirty blood'. The only thing dirty here was her and the rest of her family; marrying cousins just to keep their blood 'pure'. Sure, they were Pure... Purely disgusting. “Respect is earned Madam Lestrange,”
[/color]his voice dripped with heavy sarcasm at her... preferred method of being addressed. “As such, Hags usually don't receive much. I would have thought you'd be used to it by now.” [/b]His voice was calm, as if discussing the very weather; something he had picked up from the Headmaster of Hogwarts. “Your actions speak a little louder than your current lie, Bella.” he said to her. He had noticed the tiny step she had taken backwards; towards the safety the shadows of Knockturn Alley presented to her. No one would question what she was doing if he ended up down there (undoubtedly being tortured; that look in her eyes just screamed it really). He small bout of laughter escaped him. “Indeed, I'm sure it is. But I'm also sure you're quite aware that my Dad is able to slip past those... er... traps as you've put it.”He felt his temper flaring inside of him. Turn around, a small voice was telling him. Turn around and go find you're parents... ignore her. He knew that going in after her was a bad idea. That it would only lead to trouble for him; and his parents being more over-protective. He wouldn't even be allowed to leave his bedroom without an escort. But her stab at him being cowardly was the last straw. Glaring slightly in her direction, he stepped forward; closing the distance between them so that he stood right in front of her. He had to tilt his head down slightly to stare her in the eyes. “The Biggest threat this Alley has to offer is yourself. And let's be honest Bella; your not a very big one.” It was a stab at her height as well as telling her that he didn't find her nearly as threatening as the rest of the wizarding world did. After all, she was merely a weapon; and her handler was the puppeteer pulling the strings. So long as those strings were being pulled; she wasn't the biggest bully in the school yard. [/blockquote][/blockquote] Words: 638 Tag: Bellatrix then Open Notes: He 'crossed the line' so to speak, lol[/size]
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Post by BELLATRIX ELLADORA LESTRANGE on Mar 27, 2011 22:57:48 GMT
Bellatrix was making her best effort not to think of what the Dark Lord might think of what she was doing. A small nagging voice told her that her torturing the Potter boy - even if she did bring him back for him to dispose of as he pleased - would not please him as such but she was impulsive and even she had next to no control over the extremities of her own actions. Restraint was in no way a strong point of hers, the only one capable of truly reigning in her actions being the Dark Lord himself. Her devotion was such that she would do literally anything for him; if it came to it, she would murder every living family member she had, for him if he so wished it of her. Certain members of her family would definitely be harder to kill than others but in her mind the reward would definitely make up for it in the end. If he even showed her the smallest semblence of fond regard, it would be well worth it.
She observed a slight change in expression that she knew instantly was a reaction to her insult of his mother. Oh how she relished that look in his eyes; a dark, devious smirk spread across her features and she chuckled to herself at the prospect of getting her way soon. However, her smirk was wiped clean of her face as he opened his mouth and spoke. Her smug expression was replaced by a deep set scowl, "I have earned the right to respect, I was born into the Noble and Most Ancient House of Black - that alone warrants the respect of the likes of you,"
[/b] she replied coldly. "And I'm surprised at your lack of skill at spotting true hags, after all you have one under your roof."[/b] The corner of her mouth twitched to form a lopsided smirk as she found herself rather amused by her own insult. "You think I'm lying, do you?"[/b] Bella chuckeld once again. "You seem to be under the impression the entire wizarding world revolves around one Mr. Harry Potter,"[/b] she sneered at this, clearly showing her dislike of him. She felt his arrogance to be unwarranted and coupled with the fact that he showed no respect towards her, it greatly irritated her. "I highly doubt it, Potter. Your father, as noble as he might be, stands no chance of escaping with his limbs in tact, let alone his life,"[/b] she sneered, thoroughly enjoying baiting him into an attack. As her provocation seemed to work, she smirked triumphantly, that is until he took a dig at her height. Her face fell and she pursed her lips angrily. With a sudden, violent movement, she drew her wand out and jabbed it under his chin. "You'll regret that, Potter. Mark my words,"[/b] she hissed, glaring at him fiercely. "I could kill you... Right now... All it would take is a couple words..."[/b] Bella was whispering by now and there was a certain longing behind them, as though the thought of killing him was very tempting. And it was. "Think about it Potter... No mummy or daddy to save ickle Potter from simply... vanishing without a trace..."[/b] She cackled darkly to herself before taking a step backward, away from him. "It's such a shame that Potter can't defend himself because he needs his precious parents to do it for him."[/b] With a shriek of laughter, she continued to back away down Knocturn Alley, a taunting expression on her face. "Run back to your mummy, Potter! Go on!"[/b] [/blockquote] Tagged: Harry Outfit: HereWords: 597 [/font][/center]
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Post by HARRY JAMES POTTER on Mar 30, 2011 2:08:18 GMT
Pissing someone off just seemed to be a natural talent of his that seemed to be as natural as breathing. It wasn't any secret which parent he had gotten his snide personality from. From all the stories he had heard about his dad from his Mum... Well, it was rather obvious. And Harry took pride in the fact that he could easily be labeled as his father's son. To him, there was nothing more rewarding than to be referred to as James' son. Except, of course, when Snape mentioned it. Somehow, Snape could just make him feel lower than dirt. And he didn't even have to try at it. The insults that came from Snape seemed to roll off his tongue like poison, pushing Harry's temper to the limit; Testing it.
He grinned slightly. Merlin was it delightful to watch that fury flash into her eyes; the scowl unmistakable on her features. “Right, the Most Noble and Ancient house of Black... I'm surprised you made Rodolphus. What? Didn't find any cousins good looking enough to shack up with?”
[/b]he asked her. It was common knowledge that most Pure bloods married distant cousins. But Harry knew for a fact from his God Father, that the Black's went so far to make sure their blood was pure by marrying second cousins. It was rather disgusting in Harry's opinion. “Maybe you aren't aware what a Hag is. My Mum is decent looking. At least she doesn't look like a midget shrimp that aged ten years for every one year she's been alive.” he said to her. He wasn't going to allow her comment about his mother get to him, or at least, he wasn't going to allow her to KNOW it got to him. “Please, if the world revolved around him, little old ladies wouldn't exist. At least not the ugly ones.” [/b]he said to her. A small laugh escaped him as he looked at her. He was pushing his luck here and he knew it. It was so obviously apparent; and yet he ignored it. “Right. Well, If my Dad could escape from Voldemort, I'm pretty sure he'd have no problem avoiding you.” he said to her. He knew speaking the Dark Lord's name was a kill fire way to rile any Death Eater. His Mum didn't like the fact that he spoke the name so freely. His Dad was fine with it. However, Dumbledore seemed to encourage it. And in Harry's opinion if it was alright with Dumbledore (the only person Voldemort ever feared) than it was alright with him. Yes, he had crossed a line. Harry usually prided himself on his quick reflexes. However by the time her wand was positioned under his chin, his had just come out of his pocket; merely pointed at her stomach. But... he figured for a fifteen year old, that was at least something. Bellatrix was a very important Death Eater; and very good at what she did. “You wouldn't dare.” he said, his voice light so that only she could hear. Not that anyone was anywhere around them. The alley (both of them) was quite deserted at the moment. Vanishing without a trace? If there was one thing he had learned from Dumbledore and all of the Order Meetings he had glimpsed; it was that Magic always left traces. And Bellatrix wouldn't resort to muggle methods; they were far beneath her. “If you were going to do it Bella, I would have already vanished.” he said. Anger swelled up inside him at her taunting. He couldn't defend himself? What had possibly given her that idea? He had yet to even look around for his parents (partly because he was to proud to attempt that he would have LOVED for one of his parents to be with him at the moment, and partly due to the fact he wasn't dumb enough to take his eyes off Bella even for an instant). His grip tightened on the handle of his wand; causing angry spark of molten red and gold to fly from the tip of it. All rational decisions left as he took off down the Alley after her. “That's rich, coming from an Old Hag who feels the need to lure me down into her territory. What? Afraid I might actually beat you in a fair fight?”[/color] he called after her, challenging her abilities as a duelist. [/blockquote][/blockquote] Words: 740 Tag: Bellatrix then Open Notes: He 'crossed the line' so to speak, lol[/size]
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Post by BELLATRIX ELLADORA LESTRANGE on Apr 5, 2011 2:18:49 GMT
Bella eyed the teenage boy before her with increasing dislike; how could he pose a threat to her master? How could this inferior, half-blooded brat somehow be a cause of concern to her master's rise to power? Looking at him, he was just a boy. A little boy. Her Fabien looked far more threatening than this... this child. It disgusted her that such an insignificant and pathetic being could cause her beloved master so much trouble and spent energy. If he wasn't so determined to do away with the brat himself she would have happily relieved the world of the boy before her in a heart beat. But alas, the Dark Lord wanted Potter alive to be killed at his own hand and Bella doubted she would be praised in the slightest if she did accidentally kill him.
Most adults might have risen above falling for the taunts and insults of an adolescent boy but Bellatrix took all insults seriously whether they came from an old man or a toddler. All who slandered her or anyone she had allegiences with would pay for it dearly. "Shut your mouth, boy!"
[/b] she snarled aggressively, her teeth bared slightly in anger. "I'd rather marry a cousin than a filthy mudblood as your pathetic father did! How any decent pureblood can even consider being tied to such vile and revolting beings... Well, I don't suppose your dear daddy qualifies as a decent pureblood does he? He's a disgusting blood-traitor just like those Weasleys and my wretchde cousin!"[/b] Bella spat vehemently, her lips twisted into a sneering grimace. If only the Dark Lord knew how Potter tested her ever thin as ice patience, if only he knew, then perhaps he would excuse it if she were to kill him right there and then. The thought of the Dark Lord's disappointment in her and his rage at her own audacity were she to kill Harry Potter kept her from firing off any retaliations that might prove fatal or otherwise. However, she could restrain her fury no longer as the name 'Voldemort' was uttered by the teenager. "POTTER!"[/b] she shrieked, eyes suddenly wide in disgust and rage. With a swift movement she had grabbed him around the throat and shoved him into the wall of the nearest building, her wand she jabbed him in the cheek sharply with. "Say my Lord's name again with your unworthy lips and I promise you, your mother will be collecting your charred remains in a thimble regardless of whether the Dark Lord wishes you to remain alive. I will kill you, Potter, if you dare."[/b] Her voice had taken on a low, threatening hushed quality that conveyed her seriousness. It was taking all her effort not to go against the Dark Lord's desires and just end him. Realizing that her long talon-like nails where digging into his jugular, she released him roughly; her burst of rage calmed somewhat by her mind subconsciously drawing up images of her master looking far less than pleased with her. She would keep to her original plan, lure him away and take him to the Dark Lord. She had to keep telling herself that. He dared her, he dared her! Oh how she longed to follow through and kill him... "Oh wouldn't I, Potter?"[/b] she hissed menacingly. She wouldn't kill him but she was certainly close to it. "Oh but there's still time, Potter."[/b] Bella cackled gleefully as she heard him persuing her. Yes, he was walking into her trap and it had been so easy! "You wouldn't last five minutes if I decded to attack you!"[/b] she shouted, giggling to herself at the thought of it. [/blockquote] Tagged: Harry Outfit: HereWords: 607 [/font][/center]
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Post by HARRY JAMES POTTER on Apr 6, 2011 3:41:24 GMT
Harry wondered slightly what it was that made Bella so prone to his childish taunts. Surely she was above such things. But like every other Elitist, she took Pride in her blood status; In her family name, both married and maiden. However for as long as he had been aware of Bellatrix's existence, he couldn't once recall the time he had ever heard her and her husband mentioned to ever be in love. As far as Harry was aware, their marriage had been an arranged one. And while over time you could grow to love your betrothed, he was positive that this was not the case with the woman in front of him. No,what was he ultimate down fall here was her Pride. Love of self perverted to hatred and contempt for one's neighbor. Actually, that seemed like it would fit any of the Pure blood Elitists.
While Harry had been able to hold in his anger for her remarks towards one parent, he could not do so for both. White hot fury bubbled under the surface of his skin, causing him to feel slightly feverish at the sudden amount of blood flowing near the surface of his skin. “My father is twice the man Your pathetic little Husband or Dark Lord will ever be. Twenty times even. And you don't even come close to compare with my Mother. She'd easily wipe the floor with you any day.” he said, his temper starting to flare slightly in his voice. His unoccupied left hand was closed in a tight fist, shaking slightly at his side. Oh what he wouldn't give to be able to just punch her right now. Sure, he was always told not to lay a finger on a female no matter what, but he was pretty sure that Bellatrix did not count.
Every time the Dark Lord's name was said, you could count on there to be various reactions from the people around you. Most people, even Death Eaters, cowered in fear; as if the name itself was enough to bring instant death on them and their family. However there were the few people, again mostly Death Eaters, who reacted in rage; lashing out in a wild fury at the one who dare 'soil' the name of the hero of the pure blood's. Bellatrix had just that reaction. Harry was aware enough of the impending attack only so that he could bring his wand up and thrust it up under her; positioning the tip right over the jugular vein in her neck. However that move alone could not stop the instinctive hold his left hand took upon the offending hand around his neck; The sharp, talon like nails digging into his skin and cutting off his air supply. Nor could it stop the back of his head from cracking against the brick wall of the building behind him, white and black spots bursting in his eyes from the contact. He could already feel the impressive lump forming where he had made contact.
His eyes watered slightly from the pain in his skull and the lack of oxygen in his lungs. They narrowed, brows coming together slightly as he looked at her; unable to form words. Why would Voldemort care whether or not he was alive? He was fifteen years old, why would his life matter to the evilest wizard ever born? Did he think that Harry, for some crazy, unknown reason, would join him? Because if he did, he was sorely mistaken. He could feel one of the razor sharp nails pierce his skin, causing a small trickle of blood to flow down his neck and onto the collar of his shirt, staining the fabric a rusty brown. He knew that even if the other nails didn't completely pierce the skin, their mark would surely remain for at least a few hours. He'd have a hell of a time explaining that to his parents.
When he was released, the hand that had once held a death grip on her wrist gingerly touched his throat, as he took in a few ragged deep breaths. He could feel his face pulsing from the adrenaline rush that had momentarily gripped his body; causing his face to turn a red with the added mixture of little air. His eyes flashed dangerously as he watched her take off further down the alley. His body shook with the effort it was taking to suppress all of his rage. And then her taunt was the final straw that destroyed the failing restraints. Throwing his wand hand forward, watching the red light of the spell hurtling towards her before he was even aware of saying it: “Stupefy!”
Words: 782 Tag: Bellatrix then Open Notes: blah >,< Sorry if it's crappy. Tired
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Post by BELLATRIX ELLADORA LESTRANGE on Apr 10, 2011 13:28:32 GMT
Bella had never stopped to think about how easily she fell for jibes and taunts, she just did. It was all down to her insecurity - insults and teases made toward her, she took very serious no matter how jestful they were. Many would see it as a childish trait where really it was just a defense mechanism. Bella was a little like a Hedgehog or Porcupine in that respect. Insults did not just roll off her back smoothly, they ruffled her proverbial quills and she allowed them to get to her. Not to mention, she did have occasions where she was just dying for an excuse to make someone else suffer. Of course, she didn't see the need to make an excuse but it was one of those irritating rules that occasionally needed to be obided by. Naturally, Bella could make up any excuse to attack someone so this was never a problem for her anyway.
Bella had been about to break into one of her overbearing and obnoxious cackles when he mentioned Rodolphus - she almost agreed with him on that one - but she immediately snapped out of that when the Dark Lord was mentioned. Her facial expression changed in an instant as did her whole demeaner. He could insult her husband as much as he pleased - hell, she enjoyed doing so herself - and he was pushing his luck insulting her but insulting the Dark Lord was a totally different matter. Bella's jaw clenched tightly as she growled out a retort. "Your father is a no good, filthy, vile disgusting blood-traitor who manages to make himself as contagious as dragon pox! The Dark Lord is far superior in every way to your miserable, poor and pathetic excuse for a father!"
[/b] Of course she had been referring to Sirius when she accused James Potter of being contagious. Sirius might have had a more open mind than the others, even before he met James Potter but Bella preferred to blame him than even suggest it was the Black family to blame in any way, shape or form. Bella was fully aware of the wand that was making it a little irritating to breathe but she was too focused on making the teenager before her, suffer for his insolence. She barely batted an eyelid when he grasped at her wrist, in fact, she took it as encouragement. He was going to pay for his insolent behavior, he was going to pay and Bella would make sure of it. The trickling stream of red blood that flowed as a direct result of her violence, cause Bella to chuckle in a rather sinister manner, a smirk twisting her features darkly. Bella would have loved to see how the boy reacted upon being released but she was not going to wait for him. He would have to chase after her, bury himself even further into the dark alleyways of Knockturn. Bella had heard the incantation and took the spell as a cue to duck round a corner to lurk in the shadows of narrow dead end. Just a few more seconds and she would make him regret ever waking up that morning. Or perhaps she would make him regret being born... "Is that the best ickle Potter can do?"[/b] she called out teasinglyfrom where she stood, her back against the dirty, cold stone. "I've seen first years with a more powerful repertoire of spells than you, Potter!"[/b] [/blockquote] Tagged: Harry Outfit: HereWords: 573 Notes: Sorry it's on the short side! [/font][/center]
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Post by HARRY JAMES POTTER on Apr 19, 2011 0:10:37 GMT
There was a strange look in her eyes as Harry mentioned her husband. He wasn't quite sure what the look had meant or what had brought it on. Was it her husband? It hadn't been anger... almost... like she was going to agree with him. Now that was a scary thought. Bellatrix Lestrange agreeing with him. Hell was freezing over. It had to be. Either that or Muggle's had just unanimously agreed to accept the magical world and live in peace with them. But none of those were possible. Muggle's wouldn't accept them, and hell was just as likely to freeze over as his Dad was to becoming friends with Severus Snape. However it had all vanished whenever he had mentioned the Dark Lord's name. Faster than an eye blink, like a new person was standing in front of him; or a veil had been lifted.
There was no denying the amount of satisfaction that came to him whenever her jaw clenched, painfully tight by the looks of it. However he wouldn't lie when asked if her jab at his father hadn't pissed him off either. Like most boys, Harry highly idolized his father. To him, James was the one person who could do anything. When he had been younger, it had been chasing away the monsters from underneath his bed. Or teaching him to ride his first broomstick (and no not the one's that float a foot off the ground; a real broomstick). His Dad was the strongest person he knew. So yeah, he didn't take to kindly to the fact that Bella was insulting him. “Your precious Dark Lord is the only thing contagious here; Spreading his lies about Blood purity. He's so pathetic that he looks tame compared to a regular baby.” he said. Okay, so not the best of come backs he's ever had... but he was pissed, and obviously not thinking clearly.
A brief moment of panic engulfed Harry. He wasn't so much terrified about the fact that she was basically strangling him while at the same time using him as a pin cushion with her nails; But by the fact that he couldn't breathe. Yes he was completely aware of the fact that a highly dangerous witch basically had him at her mercy... and his top priority was getting air into his lungs. A not all together uncommon priority, but one that would probably have others thinking he needed to sort his out.
He knew what she was doing. And it caused him to stop briefly. She wanted him to follow her. She wanted to lure her into her domain... her territory. Down here in the dark, dank shadows of Knockturn Alley, she was the Alpha Cat; A ferocious predator waiting to strike. He was nothing more than a mouse in her game... Something for her to play with, just as she would play with her food before eating it. Knowing this, he continued after her, determined to prove her wrong. To get under her skin; to become the rash upon her skin that she would scratch and scratch but never get rid of. He stopped running, getting his breathing under control. He had to be careful here: She was just up ahead, waiting for him. And he wasn't about to make this easier for her by running in blindly with anger. No, she wanted to play than fine; he would play. But he wasn't going to play by her rules.
As quiet as a mouse, he too slipped into the shadows; Making sure that, if need be, he had a clear way of escaping back into the safety of Diagon Alley. To the safety of his parents.
Words: 615 Tag: Bellatrix then Open Notes: OMG, sorry about the wait!!!!
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Post by BELLATRIX ELLADORA LESTRANGE on Apr 23, 2011 17:30:55 GMT
Bella liked to think she had patience with people. The opperative word being 'think' as nobody in their right mind would link her with the word patient. She felt she had been perfectly fair with Potter, that she had spared his life long enough but negative comments about the Dark Lord instantly crossed the line no matter how far away from the line someone could be. There were certain things that could be said around Bella that acted like the key to unlock the padlock of her violent temper. The Dark Lord himself was the only being who would never fall victim to her temper, no matter what he said to her. People like Potter were not so fortunate. While her temper could be her downfall, it was just as likely, if not more so to be the downfall of anyone else who dared provoke it.
While she so mercilessly enjoyed teasing and taunting victims, she was unable to handle having the favor returned. She took criticism very seriously. As he took another attempt at disrespecting the Dark Lord, Bella struggled not for the first time between the orders he had given about he being the one who had to destroy Harry Potter and her own violent urge to decorate the whole of Knockturn Alley with his remains. She bristled at his words, her lips pursing tighter if that was possible and her eyes flashing menacingly. "The Dark Lord is the greatest, most powerful and talented wizard ever to grace the world! You shall show him respect!"
[/b] she hissed viciously, glaring at him hatefully. "I ought to kill you right here and now for your insolent little outburst."[/b] It was so deliciously tempting, so difficult to resist... So... Forbidden. She could not kill him, not without provoking Lord Voldemort's wrath upon her and even worse, losing his trust and esteem. The worst part was the thought that Potter might think her weak, unable to kill but to prove the contrary would involve directly disobeying the Dark Lord. She knew which was more important to her, despite how difficult it would be to resist; resisting her own whims being something she was not practiced at. As she lurked in the shadows of one of the alley ways, she listened out for the teenager in persuit of her. She could not tell if he had followed though she trusted she had provoked him far enough to give him enough desire to attack her. Bellatrix very slowly peered around the edge of the alley way, her wand grasped tightly in her hand, ready to defend or attack it's owner at the slightest bequest. Thinking she had seen movement, she impulsively unleased a series of curses before ducking back into the darkness. Slowly and silently, she retreated into the further darkness of the alley, a low chuckle emitting from her as she did so. "Potter!"[/b] she called in a high and very effected icky sweet voice. "Oh Potter! Have you run back to your mummy, Potter? Did you get fwightened? Did Potter finally realize that he's a pathetic little coward?"[/b] Bella cackled wickedly, her wand raised in case he intended to attack. [/blockquote] Tagged: Harry Outfit: HereWords: 525 Notes: [/font][/center]
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Post by HARRY JAMES POTTER on Jun 27, 2011 20:28:10 GMT
Harry really hated it when adults told him what he was going to do. As if he wasn't allowed to have his own thoughts or come up with his own actions. It pissed him off greatly. He wasn't some mindless baby that needed his hand held or told that this surface was 'hot' and he wasn't allowed to go here or say this. And well... Harry may not have been a red head like his mother, but he certainly had the temper of one! But then again, what he knew of his father from when he was Harry's age... he wasn't quite soft spoken either.
“Make me.” he managed to ground out. Respect was earned. It wasn't given. And all that he knew of Voldemort, he deserved the Dementor's Kiss. But Respect? No, no respect would be given to that man. Again with the death threat. And yet, here he was, breathing; alive. She had said earlier that Voldemort wanted him alive. Why, he wasn't sure. And he knew she wouldn't tell him. If anything, she would mock him about not knowing. Which meant, that it fell onto him to ask his parents. Something he was positive they would just blow it off and tell him that Bellatrix was just trying to get under his skin. To bad it was working...
He continued to edge forward silently in the shadows provided naturally by the poorly lit alley they had continued down. He stopped moving every time she fired off a cuse; his heart stopping when a few of them moved so close to him that he felt the heat of the spell as it shot by, the wind caused by the airs disturbance by the spell blowing his hair further into his eyes; although he didn't dare move to rid himself of the small irritation. And then her voice came out, sickly sweet. And surprisingly close. He felt his heart hammering against his rib cage as the adrenaline pumping through his veins heightened all his senses.
A small smile appeared on his features before quickly vanishing. No, he couldn't allow himself to get carried away. Not now. Especially not this close to her. Actually... now that spells were being shot back and forth between them, Harry didn't feel so safe being this close. And while it was easy to go down hill in shadows... he doubted the same could be said for going back up it. And well... lets face it. It was only a matter of time before she realized where he was. He needed to get space between them. Pointing his wand in her general direction as best as he could without giving himself a way, he licked his lips. “Flipendo!” he whispered. He hadn't mastered non-verbal spells yet. They didn't teach that until the sixth year at Hogwarts. aHe'd just have to wait and see what happened after the fact, praying to Merlin that it went in his favor.
Words: 494 Tag: Bellatrix, James Potter Notes: Blah
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Post by BELLATRIX ELLADORA LESTRANGE on Jul 10, 2011 14:25:08 GMT
Bella's face darkened ominously as the teenage boy proceeded to give her a reply she had not been wanting. If only the Dark Lord would forgive her disobedience if she justified it with defending his name but alas, she knew his goal of killing Harry for himself was something even disrespect would not warrant her to kill him for. It would have to do that she fully intended to bring him to the Dark Lord and he was certain to pay for his arrogance then. Yes, she would enjoy observing such sport - that is, if he would allow her to stay. For some reason though, she had a feeling he would not want to include her, that he would prefer to have the thrill of destroying Harry Potter to himself and who was she to argue?
Her aim toward him was not perfect, she knew. She had no exact target to aim towards but she fired off curses left, right and center nonetheless. She would back him into a corner and drag him back to her master at any cost. The Dark Lord would reward her and it was her belief that once Harry was dealt with and out of the way the wizarding world would be his for the taking and she would position herself at his side. She would devote herself to him as she always had and people would tremble in fear at the sight of her. She deserved position as his second in command, his right hand woman because she had done something no other servant had done for him, though he didn’t know it. She had born him a son. Lucius Malfoy or Snape were not capable of such extreme lengths of servitude whether they wanted to or not, though she was quite certain they wouldn’t even if they could.
"Come on, Potter! Not afraid are you? Not being a cowardly lion, are you?"
[/b] She cackled wickedly, creating a lull in her stream of curses as she inched closer to the spot she was certain he was hidden. Bella hadn’t expected the sudden spell, though she knew immediately she should have been more guarded. The spell was successful in knocking her off her feet but it also managed to take toying with his mind off the agenda. Now she felt no desire to taunt him into some form of compliance, she would take him by force to her master. With a vicious snarl, she sprang to her feet and followed the direction she had seen the spell originate from. Thrusting her wand in front of her, she sent ropes from the tip of her wand to bind him so apparating to her master with him wouldn’t risk splinching by some distracting movement he might attempt. "You decided your own fate, Potter! Enough of this! The Dark Lord will have you delivered to him and I will revel in the knowledge that by tomorrow, Harry Potter shall be no more!"[/b] [/blockquote] Tagged: Harry Outfit: HereWords: 495 Notes: [/font][/center]
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