Title: Beyond the Reach of Man Character: Bellatrix Lestrange nee Black Rating: PG13 Disclaimer: The world of Harry Potter, its characters and settings are the copyrighted works of J.K. Rowling, Warner Bros., her publishing companies and affiliates. No profit was made from the writing of this story nor was any malice intended in any way, shape or form to the author or the actors/actresses who so brilliantly have brought them to life. This author is not responsible for underage readers. Please observe the ratings, warnings, and age of legal consent for your country. Warnings: Dark!fic Summary: Bellatrix knew she was special, and nothing would stop her from showing the world. Notes: Iphifix's prompt was wide open. Since you mentioned something gen with Bellatrix — who is spooky all on her own — I give you a character study filled with shivers. It wouldn’t be as interesting if not for beta’ing by the fantastic Sighing Selkie.
Being a Black child meant Bellatrix was part of the heavens, part of the grander scheme of things, and beyond the reach of Man.
Being a Black sister meant she was compared to Andromeda-the-Paragon and Narcissa-the-Bright-Star, which translated to being stuck between a rock of morality and the hard place Lucius Malfoy wanted to plunge into … well, if she bit her nails to the quick, whose business was it?
Being a Pureblood meant she was special, far above ordinary Wizarding Folk. It meant she was ushered — by her loving parents — into the Dark Lord’s presence as a teenager, socially awkward, only slightly wicked, and willingly malleable. It led to her unwavering loyalty to him — and Rodolphus Lestrange, the dark-eyed, dark-hearted helpmate to her need for screams and blood.
Being a woman meant she could bring life — a joy an Auror’s hex stole away — but she refined her abilities to strike fear and cause pain, saving her loving moans for Rodolphus and her passionate shrieks for Voldemort.
Every Cruciatus cast after the Longbottoms was no punishment as they shook her body and sent her sanity reeling. When the tremors added to Rodolphus’ love-making, she knew she’d made the right choice.