A Day Like Today, for faerie_lullaby Title: A Day Like Today Author: *unknown* Recipient:faerie_lullaby Beta: Dina Rating: Hard R? NC-17 for safety. Characters: Bellatrix, Narcissa, Surprise Warnings: Char. Death, imprisonment, incest Word Count: 1037 Summary: Bella likes to daydream. DH Spoilers: None.
Bellatrix was consumed by her love of her sister. Sick, twisted, wrong; these words meant nothing to Bellatrix because she knew her love was pure. Her sister was less understanding. She’d married into a much esteemed Wizarding family. She would have none of Bellatrix’s love, in any form. No, Narcissa had fought off all of Bella’s advances, including a visit to Bella in Azkaban. That was why when Bella had snapped and the final battle of the Second Great War between the Dark Lord and the Boy-Who-Lost was over, the remaining Death Eaters could find Narcissa chained to the walls of Bella’s dungeon, kept as her prisoner.
Bella couldn’t get enough of her sister. She’d spend hours in the dungeon, stroking Narcissa’s hair, drinking tea with Narcissa, cleaning Narcissa, feeding Narcissa. Yes, Narcissa had become Bellatrix’s doll. But when her sister got smart or cheeky Bella could no longer restrict her touches to gentle caresses. Violent slaps, pinches, and gropes of her Sister’s more private areas became the necessary punishment to keep Bella’s doll under control. Days like that were normal. Love, punishment, abandonment, then coming back for more.
Every day Bellatrix would play her favorite game with her sister. Bellatrix loved to daydream. Dressed in her best corset and skirt, her wild black hair pinned back Bellatrix would come to the dungeon and sit next to her sister, tea table at their knees as she whispered into her sister’s ear her favorite daydream. They were at a masque, dressed up as angel and demon, sipping their tea from their table, whispering to each other behind gloved hands and exchanging quick caresses under the cover of the white linen tablecloth.
“Sip your tea, my beloved,” Bellatrix would coo as she ran her fingers up her angel’s thigh, snaking it into the short dress to gently caress the soft folds of flesh hidden there. “Now don’t make a sound or we’ll be caught and terribly embarrassed,” Bella would say, forcing the cup of tea to her sister’s lips and only took it away when she’d been sure Narcissa had drunk her tea. When her sister behaved, she was rewarded with a gentle pinch of the thigh or sweep of fingers against her clit. “Oh, how oblivious Lucius is! Clearly you love me more than him. How shameful it must be for you Narcissa, to be living a lie,” she would say conspiratorially from behind her tea cup as if she was gossiping more than provoking her sister’s sense of Pride. Bellatrix would lapse into silence and continue to stroke her sister’s thigh as the imagined music around them left her to daydream within her daydream. This could go on for hours, leaving Bella to relive some of her fondest memories in those times. Today, Narcissa let out the softest of mewling noises. Bella was snapped from her daydream and gasped as the imagined masque attendees all turned to look at their table and the now very obvious naughtiness that was going on underneath it.
The daydream faded away and Bellatrix hissed, “Can’t get enough of me, can you?” She looked absolutely feral as she climbed onto her sister, shoving her fingers viciously into her sister’s hole. “Is this what you want? For me to fingerfuck you until you’re too gone to remember where you are? To let you imagine it’s someone else? No, I won’t!” Bella ripped her hand away and shoved her sister against the wall and shook her, letting the hard rock wall dig into the thin material of Narcissa’s dress. “You love ME, Narcissa,” Bellatrix shouted, grabbing a handful of her sister’s golden hair and ripping her from the wall with it. Narcissa only shuddered and blinked, refusing to say she loved Bellatrix.
“I’ll show you,” Bella would say, stomping out of the dungeon and locking it shut until the next time. Today, she screamed and grabbed Narcissa’s tea cup, taking a sip of it and roughly grabbing her sister’s chin. She pressed her lips to her sister’s and forced the liquid from her mouth into her sisters, only to be further enraged when her sister let the tea dribble down her chin. Bella smirked and shoved her tongue in her sister’s mouth and ran her hands down Narcissa’s gaunt but still graceful form. Her small breasts covered only by the slip of cloth she wore. Bellatrix would take her time, lovingly touching her sister’s nipples lightly, caressing her inner thigh. Today there was no time for that. Bellatrix ripped the dress from her sister’s body and stared openly and possessively at the bruised and much too thin frame of her sister. “You get more beautiful every day,” she whispered, running her crooked nails along Narcissa’s stomach, leaving little white lines where they’d been. “Better behaved as well.” She sighed, fingers trailing down directly to Narcissa’s crotch. Narcissa stood there, eyes blank as her body was plundered by her sister, her body moving only with the powerful thrusts of Bella’s fingers inside her. “Do you like it?” Bella asked, roughly pulling her fingers out and shoving them into her own mouth, moaning.
“It won’t bring her back,” Narcissa whispered, eyes hard and focused for the first time that day. Bella howled in anger and grabbed Narcissa and threw her across the room. She lay there on the ground, her body shuddering as Bellatrix screamed, tears of fury on her cheeks, and picked up a chair, hurling it across the room.
“It’s your fault! You killed her, you will take her place, Sirius!” She clawed at her arms as she glared angrily at the now masculine and dark haired body of her cousin lying across the room on the floor. She snarled after a minute of staring and crossed the room, stalking towards her cousin like a cat. Her face was so close to his it was hard to breath. Today was a different day, any other day Bellatrix would have left, punishing her cousin by revoking her visits for days or feeding him only what he would eat off of her body. Today was very different. Today, Bellatrix knelt down on the floor and bent over her cousin’s ear, kissed it and whispered “Avada Kedavra.”