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rarepair_shortsAuthor: hamimifk
Recipient:scarletlady
Title: Rightful Place
Pairing: Bellatrix/Draco
Rating: R
Word Count: 1,542
Summary: Bellatrix takes it upon herself to make sure Draco grows up as a proper Black.
Author's Notes: Thanks to A for beta. Warnings for this fic include - dark!fic/dark themes, psychological, torture, murder, minor character death, erotophonophilia (just the sexual arousal bit), incest, and AU (Bellatrix doesn't go to jail for her crimes against the Longbottoms until several years later, the rest of the fic is mostly canon compliant though).
From the day he'd been born, Bellatrix knew her nephew would be a failure unless he was helped along. He looked too much like Lucius, whom it was clear by now the type of coward he was. Draco was no Black and it disgusted Bellatrix as she watched her sister coddle the baby to her bosom. However, as far as heirs went, Bellatrix would not have any, she'd made that clear to Rudolphous from the get go, and Andromeda was no longer considered a Black with her muggle husband and mudblood child.
Draco would be the only recognizable Black heir and thus, Bellatrix would have to teach him to be one. She knew her little sister was too conformant to her husband to be able to do it. Love, Narcissa spoke of, revolting her dark haired eldest sister. There was no room for love in their lives. It was a silly idea that had been planted their by the appearance of a weak, blond haired baby and Bellatrix was determined to correct the situation.
*-*-*
Bellatrix gathered the small boy up from his position before the fireplace. Draco was no more than five, pale and innocent - as weak and fragile as Bellatrix had predicted several years before. He was beautiful, she could not deny that, but she needed to ready him to become a proper Black heir and this would be his first lesson.
Outside in the vacant yard behind the house Bellatrix shared with her husband, she set her nephew down on his feet and pulled out her wand from her sleeve. In silence, Draco watched with large gray eyes as she summoned forth a duck.
"What do you see, Draco?"
"Duck," the child answered, a smile tugging at his lips.
"Wrong," Bellatrix scolded, her voice cold as she pointed her wand at the duck. "That is a meal. Do you know how we get our meals?"
The boy shook his head.
"We kill animals to feed ourselves." The wand flicked, a green light spilling from the wooden tip and the duck fell dead. "Death is how we feed ourselves."
Confused and shaken, Draco stared down at the duck, waiting for it to move again. When it didn't, he bent and picked it up, seeing it lifeless in his hands. Bellatrix smiled softly.
"That is what power feels like. Can you feel it little Draco?" she cooed and knelt down. "Can you feel the grand power of the Blacks?"
Draco didn't answer nor did he seem to understand, but he knew somehow that the duck would never move again and it sadden him, tears spilling down his face.
*-*-*
Draco would never admit to being relieved that his aunt had been sent to Azakaban when he was eight. She filled him with fear for three whole years, killing small animals before him. Eventually only crippling the animals and making him finish them off with a large rock. When he cried and pleaded not to, she would laugh at him and make him do it with a spell.
He wished on more than one occasion that he could find the strength to turn the rock on his aunt, but he was stopped by fear. Bellatrix could kill him without thought, he felt it in the way she glared at him from time to time.
So it was to his great relief when she was sent away, peace of mind for the time being. Though he had nightmares for some time of small animals crushed to death by his hands while he laughed like his aunt.
*-*-*
"Did you miss me boy?"
The words slithered against Draco's skin like a bad joke. He was not exactly a boy at thirteen, but he still feared the owner of the voice same as he had five years prior. With much chargin and crushing disappointment, he turned in his chair, rising as he did so, and faced Bellatrix. His legs trembled as he gripped his wand uselessly at his side.
"Let our lessons resume, aye?" Bellatrix smirked, dark and deadlier than she had been before prison.
Draco felt first the heat of her energy flow against him as she moved past him, further into the manor, then he felt the heat of his urine flow down his leg. Tears followed.
*-*-*
Summer was unforgiving in its heat, as a sixteen year old Draco stood silently outdoors. It was better than standing in the stench indoors of his aunt's dilapated home. Smells of death and rotting food clung to every inch of the home, both indoors and out, making Draco scrunch his nose against it as he continued to stand in silence.
"Boy!" Bellatrix called from the treeline some ten feet away, her face pale and hauty. "Come now, this is your most important lesson yet."
It wasn't fear that held him in place for a moment before the furrow on his aunt's face made him move - it was pure, unadulterated terror. The kind of terror only the dead should know of, not sixteen year old boys. Each time he lifted his leg and moved that much closer to the treeline, Draco felt like he was walking into his own demise. While he moved further from the sickening smells from his aunt's home, he moved closer to the sounds of crying just beyond his sight. Bellatrix's thin fingers, cold despite the heat, wrapped around the back of Draco's neck as he closed in on the treeline.
"Our lessons are almost over, dear boy," Bellatrix whispered as they disappeared into the trees. "Are you excited? Can you taste your rightful lot in life with each breath you take?"
He was excited, but only by the prospects that these horrid lessons would be over soon.
In a clearing, a muggle man was bound and sobbing loudly. Bellatrix left her nephew's side and went to the man, smiling as insanely as she was. The man stared up at her in fear, his eyes flickering over to Draco and becoming somewhat hopeful.
"Set me free," the man begged.
"What do you see?" Bellatrix asked.
"A man," Draco answered through clenched teeth.
"Wrong. He is a meal. He will feed our lust for death as oppose to our stomachs. Kill him and feed your lust," his aunt ordered, laughing at the horror on the man's face.
"No!" he cried, sobbing harder than before.
Draco remained mute and motionless as his greatest fear seem to take form before him. He wished desperately for this to be a Boggart, some horrible figment of his imagination, but it wasn't. None of it was and tears began to slide down his cheeks as his body trembled at the realization.
"I can't," he said shakily, grasping at any straws possible to get him out of this, "I'm still underage. The Ministry will expell me from Hogwarts."
Sighing in frustration, Bellatrix brushed past the bound man and took hold of her nephew's chin, forcing him to look at her. Dark eyes probed gray ones, seeking control through the fear of the young man. Draco bit his lip to stop the tears, staring like an injuried deer at his aunt and waiting for her next words, her next command. He waited for a spell to touch him, make him do things that he didn't want to, but none came. Instead, Bellatrix remained silent as she moved around to Draco's backside, letting her fingers on his chin trail down his neck, then across his shoulder, and finally down his arm. Her other hand came up from behind him, wand held in thin, pale fingers, and forced Draco's arm up as it rose. The wand's tip pointed at the sobbing man on the ground as Bellatrix's other hand twined fingers with Draco's shaking ones.
"Grab auntie's hand," she ordered, her voice in his ear, low and taunting.
Reluctant, Draco did, placing his free hand over Bellatrix's upheld one and holding on tightly to the cold skin.
"Say the words with me," Bellatrix coaxed, her lips lightly touching the side of his neck.
"No," Draco said, wincing when her other hand dug into his trapped one.
"A backbone? It seems my lessons are finally paying off. Now say them with me."
Her voice left no room for argument. Bellatrix would kill Draco if he dared disagree again and it sent a thrill of arousal through the blond.
"Avada Kedavra," the pair said a moment later, striking the man dead in mid-sob.
Draco wanted to fall apart then, but he was suddenly aware of his aunt's position against him. Could feel her every breath by the rise and fall of her breasts against his back. Felt her breath hot on his neck as lips turned to his skin, kissing and licking at the sweat there. He realized their clasped hands were trapped between his aunt's thigh and his buttocks, allowing him to feel the heat of her arousal against his fingertips. Bellatrix's energy seeped into him with every nanosecond that past and he felt it - Draco felt his rightful place at last.
"Welcome to the family, Draco," Bellatrix whispered, biting his neck and dropping her wand down so she could feel the erection between his legs.
End
hamimifkRecipient:
scarletladyTitle: Rightful Place
Pairing: Bellatrix/Draco
Rating: R
Word Count: 1,542
Summary: Bellatrix takes it upon herself to make sure Draco grows up as a proper Black.
Author's Notes: Thanks to A for beta. Warnings for this fic include - dark!fic/dark themes, psychological, torture, murder, minor character death, erotophonophilia (just the sexual arousal bit), incest, and AU (Bellatrix doesn't go to jail for her crimes against the Longbottoms until several years later, the rest of the fic is mostly canon compliant though).
From the day he'd been born, Bellatrix knew her nephew would be a failure unless he was helped along. He looked too much like Lucius, whom it was clear by now the type of coward he was. Draco was no Black and it disgusted Bellatrix as she watched her sister coddle the baby to her bosom. However, as far as heirs went, Bellatrix would not have any, she'd made that clear to Rudolphous from the get go, and Andromeda was no longer considered a Black with her muggle husband and mudblood child.
Draco would be the only recognizable Black heir and thus, Bellatrix would have to teach him to be one. She knew her little sister was too conformant to her husband to be able to do it. Love, Narcissa spoke of, revolting her dark haired eldest sister. There was no room for love in their lives. It was a silly idea that had been planted their by the appearance of a weak, blond haired baby and Bellatrix was determined to correct the situation.
*-*-*
Bellatrix gathered the small boy up from his position before the fireplace. Draco was no more than five, pale and innocent - as weak and fragile as Bellatrix had predicted several years before. He was beautiful, she could not deny that, but she needed to ready him to become a proper Black heir and this would be his first lesson.
Outside in the vacant yard behind the house Bellatrix shared with her husband, she set her nephew down on his feet and pulled out her wand from her sleeve. In silence, Draco watched with large gray eyes as she summoned forth a duck.
"What do you see, Draco?"
"Duck," the child answered, a smile tugging at his lips.
"Wrong," Bellatrix scolded, her voice cold as she pointed her wand at the duck. "That is a meal. Do you know how we get our meals?"
The boy shook his head.
"We kill animals to feed ourselves." The wand flicked, a green light spilling from the wooden tip and the duck fell dead. "Death is how we feed ourselves."
Confused and shaken, Draco stared down at the duck, waiting for it to move again. When it didn't, he bent and picked it up, seeing it lifeless in his hands. Bellatrix smiled softly.
"That is what power feels like. Can you feel it little Draco?" she cooed and knelt down. "Can you feel the grand power of the Blacks?"
Draco didn't answer nor did he seem to understand, but he knew somehow that the duck would never move again and it sadden him, tears spilling down his face.
*-*-*
Draco would never admit to being relieved that his aunt had been sent to Azakaban when he was eight. She filled him with fear for three whole years, killing small animals before him. Eventually only crippling the animals and making him finish them off with a large rock. When he cried and pleaded not to, she would laugh at him and make him do it with a spell.
He wished on more than one occasion that he could find the strength to turn the rock on his aunt, but he was stopped by fear. Bellatrix could kill him without thought, he felt it in the way she glared at him from time to time.
So it was to his great relief when she was sent away, peace of mind for the time being. Though he had nightmares for some time of small animals crushed to death by his hands while he laughed like his aunt.
*-*-*
"Did you miss me boy?"
The words slithered against Draco's skin like a bad joke. He was not exactly a boy at thirteen, but he still feared the owner of the voice same as he had five years prior. With much chargin and crushing disappointment, he turned in his chair, rising as he did so, and faced Bellatrix. His legs trembled as he gripped his wand uselessly at his side.
"Let our lessons resume, aye?" Bellatrix smirked, dark and deadlier than she had been before prison.
Draco felt first the heat of her energy flow against him as she moved past him, further into the manor, then he felt the heat of his urine flow down his leg. Tears followed.
*-*-*
Summer was unforgiving in its heat, as a sixteen year old Draco stood silently outdoors. It was better than standing in the stench indoors of his aunt's dilapated home. Smells of death and rotting food clung to every inch of the home, both indoors and out, making Draco scrunch his nose against it as he continued to stand in silence.
"Boy!" Bellatrix called from the treeline some ten feet away, her face pale and hauty. "Come now, this is your most important lesson yet."
It wasn't fear that held him in place for a moment before the furrow on his aunt's face made him move - it was pure, unadulterated terror. The kind of terror only the dead should know of, not sixteen year old boys. Each time he lifted his leg and moved that much closer to the treeline, Draco felt like he was walking into his own demise. While he moved further from the sickening smells from his aunt's home, he moved closer to the sounds of crying just beyond his sight. Bellatrix's thin fingers, cold despite the heat, wrapped around the back of Draco's neck as he closed in on the treeline.
"Our lessons are almost over, dear boy," Bellatrix whispered as they disappeared into the trees. "Are you excited? Can you taste your rightful lot in life with each breath you take?"
He was excited, but only by the prospects that these horrid lessons would be over soon.
In a clearing, a muggle man was bound and sobbing loudly. Bellatrix left her nephew's side and went to the man, smiling as insanely as she was. The man stared up at her in fear, his eyes flickering over to Draco and becoming somewhat hopeful.
"Set me free," the man begged.
"What do you see?" Bellatrix asked.
"A man," Draco answered through clenched teeth.
"Wrong. He is a meal. He will feed our lust for death as oppose to our stomachs. Kill him and feed your lust," his aunt ordered, laughing at the horror on the man's face.
"No!" he cried, sobbing harder than before.
Draco remained mute and motionless as his greatest fear seem to take form before him. He wished desperately for this to be a Boggart, some horrible figment of his imagination, but it wasn't. None of it was and tears began to slide down his cheeks as his body trembled at the realization.
"I can't," he said shakily, grasping at any straws possible to get him out of this, "I'm still underage. The Ministry will expell me from Hogwarts."
Sighing in frustration, Bellatrix brushed past the bound man and took hold of her nephew's chin, forcing him to look at her. Dark eyes probed gray ones, seeking control through the fear of the young man. Draco bit his lip to stop the tears, staring like an injuried deer at his aunt and waiting for her next words, her next command. He waited for a spell to touch him, make him do things that he didn't want to, but none came. Instead, Bellatrix remained silent as she moved around to Draco's backside, letting her fingers on his chin trail down his neck, then across his shoulder, and finally down his arm. Her other hand came up from behind him, wand held in thin, pale fingers, and forced Draco's arm up as it rose. The wand's tip pointed at the sobbing man on the ground as Bellatrix's other hand twined fingers with Draco's shaking ones.
"Grab auntie's hand," she ordered, her voice in his ear, low and taunting.
Reluctant, Draco did, placing his free hand over Bellatrix's upheld one and holding on tightly to the cold skin.
"Say the words with me," Bellatrix coaxed, her lips lightly touching the side of his neck.
"No," Draco said, wincing when her other hand dug into his trapped one.
"A backbone? It seems my lessons are finally paying off. Now say them with me."
Her voice left no room for argument. Bellatrix would kill Draco if he dared disagree again and it sent a thrill of arousal through the blond.
"Avada Kedavra," the pair said a moment later, striking the man dead in mid-sob.
Draco wanted to fall apart then, but he was suddenly aware of his aunt's position against him. Could feel her every breath by the rise and fall of her breasts against his back. Felt her breath hot on his neck as lips turned to his skin, kissing and licking at the sweat there. He realized their clasped hands were trapped between his aunt's thigh and his buttocks, allowing him to feel the heat of her arousal against his fingertips. Bellatrix's energy seeped into him with every nanosecond that past and he felt it - Draco felt his rightful place at last.
"Welcome to the family, Draco," Bellatrix whispered, biting his neck and dropping her wand down so she could feel the erection between his legs.
