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Bellatrix Isabelle Black Lestrange (darkest_belle) wrote in houseofgaunt,
@ 2008-09-13 19:22:00

Entry tags:

barty crouch jr, bellatrix lestrange

Who: Bella and Barty
What: After her fight with Rod she has no where else left to go, no one else she trusts.
Where: Barty's place.
When: Shortly after this
Rating: Mild.
Status: Closed/Complete.

Bella leaned against the wall, her hands drawn up the sleeves of the sweatshirt she wore and the hood was pulled down over her eyes, hiding the red that filled them as the tears refused to stop falling. Rabastan's door stood in front of her, taunting her and whispering to her to tell him. To go to him and tell him what happened and let him deal with it. And a part of her wanted to. Next to Rodolphus he was the only one she really trusted completely.

Look at what Rodolphus did to you. Look at the pain your ignoring, both physically and mentally. He did that to you, whats to say that Rabastan wouldn't turn on you as well?

She winced at the voice that echoed hollowly in her head and she knew it to be right. She couldn't trust him either. Closing her eyes she disapparated with a silent pop. Bella only had one place left to go. She didn't have very many friends in this world or people she could trust but outside of Rodolphus and Rabastan there was only one other. Her arms wrapped tightly around herself as she stared up at his home, wondering how things had come to this point.

Bella hated herself for what had happened. Hated that things had come to this. But most of all she was terrified that this was the end of things. She didn't know how to fix them after this, didn't know if they could be fixed and she couldn't handle that thought. Slowly she made her way up the sidewalk and stepped onto the porch, her vision blurring as the tears started to fall once more, the despair she had been trying to keep at bay creeping up on her quickly.

It took her several tries before she was able to raise her hand and knock on the door. She prayed that Barty was home and that he wouldn't turn her away. She didn't know what else to do if that happened. Silently she waited, hoping her last friend would still be there for her.

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soulreturned
2008-09-13 07:48 pm UTC (link)

Barty was sitting at home alone, that was typically only what he did. He wanted to be around others, but it seemed as though all of the others couldn't be trusted. He had betrayed his calling and now he was left with the sort of hollowness he had experienced without a soul. There were very few people in the world that Barty would ever count on. He just sat there idly, tapping his foot against the ground while he sat on the couch. He was reflecting on his meeting with Gellert.

He heard the faint knock and rose. He was dressed quite casually considering. His clothes weren't what they normally were, but anyone who knew where his house was couldn't really mind. In fact, there was only 1. He ran to the door quickly, he knew that this couldn't be good. Not at this hour. It wasn't like Bella.

He got to the door and opened it quickly. Bella looked horrible. He didn't like this situation, not at all.

"Bella, get in here. Don't say anything just yet. You look bad, and I can only imagine why you would call on me."

Barty lead her into the living room. He lifted his wand for a tray with some chamomile tea on it. The relaxation could do her good. It was very obvious that something was seriously wrong, but he didn't want to heal her wounds yet. He needed her to be calm to do that, and she was in no state for that right now.

"Tell me what happened when you're ready. Relax for now."

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darkest_belle
2008-09-13 08:09 pm UTC (link)

Even if Barty had given the opprotunity to speak she didn't think she would have been able to. Instead she just kept her gaze on the floor, hoping that it would hide the tears she couldn't stop but knew that it wouldn't work for long.

Quietly she followed him into his house, curling up on the end of the couch as far from him as she could get. Images kept flashing in her mind, the way his hands felt on her, the anger behind his words, the fury in the way he had touched her. It only caused the gaping hole inside of her to grow bigger.

Reaching out she took the cup from him, trying to keep as much space between them as possible. She stared down into the cup for a while, the hood of her shirt hiding her face from view as she watched her tears fall into her tea.

Her mouth opened and closed several times as she attempted to try and tell him what had happened, tried to tell him why she had no where else to go but the words failed so she closed her mouth once more and continued to stare at the brown liquid, wishing a hole would just open in the ground and swallow her whole.

	darkest_belle 2008-09-14 03:50 am UTC (link)
	"Thank you," she said quietly before turning and around and heading up the stairs slowly, not bothering to look back once as the wall she had barely managed to erect came crumbling down with every step she took. It was going to be a very long night. She just hoped she had it in her to make it through it in one piece. (Reply to this) (Parent)