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Ficathon 2017, Traitor, Gen, R
Title: Traitor
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sirmioneforever
Pairing: Bellatrix/Rodolphus though it's more gen than shippy
Word Count: 850 words
Rating: R
Warnings: Torture, chracracter death
Challenge:![[livejournal.com profile]](https://www.dreamwidth.org/img/external/lj-community.gif)
rarepair_shorts CLUE(DO) Ficathon 2017
A/N: This isn't beta'd. It also features a bit more Bella than Rodolphus, but I've always thought that he takes the background whilst Bella takes the lead. The prompt for this was Bella/Rodolphus in Madam Malkin's with the dagger.
Madam Malkin tensed as she heard the bell above her shop door ring.
Although the shop was closed she had left the door open as a customer was supposed to be collecting some robes after they had finished work. She hoped and prayed that that it was said customer, but a feeling in her gut told her it wasn’t.
As Isabel walked through into the front of the store she realised her instincts had been correct.
Bellatrix and Rodolphus Lestrange were standing just inside the doorway looking quite menacing.
“How can I help you?” she asked trying not to let them see her fear.
“Do you know what the Dark Lord does to those who help rebels?” Bellatrix asked idly as she fingered through a rack of robes.
“No, I don’t,” Isabel replied as her heart started beating faster.
They knew, she thought.
Isabel Malkin could not do much for the war effort as she was too old and weary to fight, but she was able to do some things. One of these things was sending small packages containing mainly clothes and a few other essentials for those on the run to certain safe house’s either by floo, or by owl post.
She had always thought she had been careful enough not to draw attention to herself; obviously that wasn’t the case.
“He lets us interrogate them, and depending what information they give us depends on what happens to them. Do you have anything to tell us?”
“I don’t I’m afraid. I haven’t seen any of the rebels for months, and I haven’t seen Undesirable number one in over a year,” she said hoping that they would leave it at that.
“I believe you haven’t seen them, Madam Malkin, but I know that you have been aiding them by sending packages. What the Dark Lord wants to know is where you’ve been sending the packages,” Bellatrix informed her.
“I don’t know the exact address. I just send it to the person who requests it. The owls usually know where to go.”
Bellatrix studied her intently a moment before shaking her head.
“I had hoped we wouldn’t have to do this. Crucio.”
The pain was absolutely excruciating. It was like a thousand knives stabbing her body all at once and she couldn’t help the scream that slipped from her.
“Tell me what you know and I might let you live,” Bellatrix demanded.
“I d-don't know anything , I swear,” she said with laboured breaths.
“I don’t believe you. I think another go of the Cruciatus curse will loosen your tongue.”
“No please! You don't have to do that!” Isabel pleaded.
Bellatrix paused for a moment before grinning wickedly.
“Incarcerous.”
Bellatrix pulled out a dagger from her cloak and unsheathed it.
Isabel felt her blood turn to ice. She could only imagine what curse or poison was on that dagger and didn't want it anywhere near her.
She started struggling against the bindings to her captors amusement.
“There’s no way you're getting out of that!” Bellatrix said gleefully as she crouched down next to her victim.
“Please,” Isabel pleaded desperately.
“No. You lied to me and you will pay until you tell me the truth.”
Closing her eyes, Isabel waited for the pain to come.
“Where did you send the packages to?” Rodolphus asked.
She kept silent hoping that this would be over soon.
“Answer him!” Bellatrix commanded.
“I don't know where they went. I just sent them off with an owl.”
“That's not a good enough answer,” he said icily.
Hot searing pain came as the female Death Eater carved something on her skin. Whilst it wasn't as bad as the Cruciatus curse it certainly hurt and Isabel wanted it over with.
“Tell me. Tell me where the rebels are hiding,” Bellatrix demanded once again slashing her arm before she had even denied any knowledge of it again.
She couldn't take much more of this, and Merlin forgive her if anything happened to any of them because of her actions.
“They never used the same address twice. I don't know if the places are safe houses, or they broke in whilst the owners were away,” Isabel sobbed.
Bellatrix smirked seemingly satisfied with her answer.
“Did you write down any of the addresses?”
She nodded not able to say the words out loud.
“Where?” Rodolphus asked gruffly.
“In my order book. They are under the names Mr Smith, Mrs Walker, and Miss Jones,” she said anticipating the next question.
“Now that wasn't hard was it?”
Isabel shook her head.
“I think we’ve got all we need,” Rodolphus said with a handful of parchment in his hands.
She relaxed a little glad that her ordeal was over.
“I hope you don't think that I'm done with you. Traitors like you deserve to be punished and that’s exactly what I'm going to do with you,” Bellatrix hissed.
The word traitor was carved on her arm before she was subjected to another bout of the Cruciatus curse.
A little while later when Isabel could barely string a thought together she felt pain at her throat and the blackness descended.
Author:
sirmioneforeverPairing: Bellatrix/Rodolphus though it's more gen than shippy
Word Count: 850 words
Rating: R
Warnings: Torture, chracracter death
Challenge:
rarepair_shorts CLUE(DO) Ficathon 2017A/N: This isn't beta'd. It also features a bit more Bella than Rodolphus, but I've always thought that he takes the background whilst Bella takes the lead. The prompt for this was Bella/Rodolphus in Madam Malkin's with the dagger.
Madam Malkin tensed as she heard the bell above her shop door ring.
Although the shop was closed she had left the door open as a customer was supposed to be collecting some robes after they had finished work. She hoped and prayed that that it was said customer, but a feeling in her gut told her it wasn’t.
As Isabel walked through into the front of the store she realised her instincts had been correct.
Bellatrix and Rodolphus Lestrange were standing just inside the doorway looking quite menacing.
“How can I help you?” she asked trying not to let them see her fear.
“Do you know what the Dark Lord does to those who help rebels?” Bellatrix asked idly as she fingered through a rack of robes.
“No, I don’t,” Isabel replied as her heart started beating faster.
They knew, she thought.
Isabel Malkin could not do much for the war effort as she was too old and weary to fight, but she was able to do some things. One of these things was sending small packages containing mainly clothes and a few other essentials for those on the run to certain safe house’s either by floo, or by owl post.
She had always thought she had been careful enough not to draw attention to herself; obviously that wasn’t the case.
“He lets us interrogate them, and depending what information they give us depends on what happens to them. Do you have anything to tell us?”
“I don’t I’m afraid. I haven’t seen any of the rebels for months, and I haven’t seen Undesirable number one in over a year,” she said hoping that they would leave it at that.
“I believe you haven’t seen them, Madam Malkin, but I know that you have been aiding them by sending packages. What the Dark Lord wants to know is where you’ve been sending the packages,” Bellatrix informed her.
“I don’t know the exact address. I just send it to the person who requests it. The owls usually know where to go.”
Bellatrix studied her intently a moment before shaking her head.
“I had hoped we wouldn’t have to do this. Crucio.”
The pain was absolutely excruciating. It was like a thousand knives stabbing her body all at once and she couldn’t help the scream that slipped from her.
“Tell me what you know and I might let you live,” Bellatrix demanded.
“I d-don't know anything , I swear,” she said with laboured breaths.
“I don’t believe you. I think another go of the Cruciatus curse will loosen your tongue.”
“No please! You don't have to do that!” Isabel pleaded.
Bellatrix paused for a moment before grinning wickedly.
“Incarcerous.”
Bellatrix pulled out a dagger from her cloak and unsheathed it.
Isabel felt her blood turn to ice. She could only imagine what curse or poison was on that dagger and didn't want it anywhere near her.
She started struggling against the bindings to her captors amusement.
“There’s no way you're getting out of that!” Bellatrix said gleefully as she crouched down next to her victim.
“Please,” Isabel pleaded desperately.
“No. You lied to me and you will pay until you tell me the truth.”
Closing her eyes, Isabel waited for the pain to come.
“Where did you send the packages to?” Rodolphus asked.
She kept silent hoping that this would be over soon.
“Answer him!” Bellatrix commanded.
“I don't know where they went. I just sent them off with an owl.”
“That's not a good enough answer,” he said icily.
Hot searing pain came as the female Death Eater carved something on her skin. Whilst it wasn't as bad as the Cruciatus curse it certainly hurt and Isabel wanted it over with.
“Tell me. Tell me where the rebels are hiding,” Bellatrix demanded once again slashing her arm before she had even denied any knowledge of it again.
She couldn't take much more of this, and Merlin forgive her if anything happened to any of them because of her actions.
“They never used the same address twice. I don't know if the places are safe houses, or they broke in whilst the owners were away,” Isabel sobbed.
Bellatrix smirked seemingly satisfied with her answer.
“Did you write down any of the addresses?”
She nodded not able to say the words out loud.
“Where?” Rodolphus asked gruffly.
“In my order book. They are under the names Mr Smith, Mrs Walker, and Miss Jones,” she said anticipating the next question.
“Now that wasn't hard was it?”
Isabel shook her head.
“I think we’ve got all we need,” Rodolphus said with a handful of parchment in his hands.
She relaxed a little glad that her ordeal was over.
“I hope you don't think that I'm done with you. Traitors like you deserve to be punished and that’s exactly what I'm going to do with you,” Bellatrix hissed.
The word traitor was carved on her arm before she was subjected to another bout of the Cruciatus curse.
A little while later when Isabel could barely string a thought together she felt pain at her throat and the blackness descended.
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