Who: Bellatrix Lestrange and Remus Lupin What: Taunting and torture, you know, the normal When: 29th December Where: Azkaban Rating/Status: High/Incomplete
Bellatrix strolled down a hallway in Azkaban, drumming her wand along the bars of each cell she passed. Sometimes she would randomly pick a prisoner to toy with, but today she had someone specific in mind.
The sound of her boots echoed off the stone walls and floor as she headed for the cell of Remus Lupin, or, as Bellatrix liked to call him, the little puppy. He was a werewolf and a pathetic excuse for one at that, nothing like Greyback. Not that she liked Greyback, but at least he was a proper wolf and didn't skulk about trying to pretend he was a normal wizard.
Being back in Azkaban wasn't something she enjoyed, but Bellatrix could put up with it when she had a little torture and blood-letting to look forward to. Today she would erase some bad memories and replace them with delightful ones just full of screaming and begging.
Stopping in front of Lupin's cell, Bellatrix sent a stinging hex through the bars. "Hello, little puppy," she purred.