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True Heir of Slytherin	By : Temptation-McCoy Category: Harry Potter AU/AR > FemSlash - Female/Female Views: 10742 -:- Recommendations : 1 -:- Currently Reading : 1
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True Heir of Slytherin

Bellatrix/Hermione

Rating: M

J.K. Rowling owns all, I'm just playing around with her characters ^_^

Summary: Hermione discovers her true lineage and is out for revenge…of course Bella gives her a hand. Smut in later chapters! Bellas's POV. Enjoy!

Chapter 1

"Crucio!" I shouted, my wand pointed at the pathetic excuse of a Death Eater, Lucius Malfoy.

My cold dark eyes watched him writhe and whimper on the floor. I thought using crucio would make me feel better but it's only making me feel worse. Lifting the spell, I pace back and forth, my eyes never leaving his cowering form. 'Maybe another dose should do the trick,' I thought but a shout stopped me mid-curse.

"That's enough Bellatrix!" I recognized the owner of the immediately.

"Back off Cissy or you're next," I threatened in a low tone that was deadly serious.

"It's not his fault they got away," she said just as menacingly.

Narrowing my eyes, I thought for a moment. After I finished pondering, I turned towards my dear sister, smiling sweetly at her, she cringed instantly.

"You're right Cissy, it's not his fault. It's Pettigrew's. Where is the little worm? He owes an explanation," I said, still smiling my dark, sweet smile.

Almost instantly a crowd of Death Eaters moved, revealing the sniveling twit in a corner. My smile faded instantly, eyes narrowing to almost slits, I stalk towards him. The bloated baboon tried to run but I was faster. Catching the scruff of his robes, I slam him to the wall, making sure it hurt. I towered over him, his stench making me wrinkle my nose but I didn't back away. No. he needed to see what a mess he made. I still don't know why he was made of Us.

"How could you be bested by a couple of teenage wizards? I knew you were incapable but this proves you can't even do the simplest of tasks, you filthy piece of dirt. I was not finished questioning the mudblood Granger and now I'll never know how they got into my vault," I said seethingly. That's when I heard a low laugh. I slowly turned to face Lucius, my anger boiling.

"What pray tell is so funny Lucius?" I asked slowly in a low voice.

"You said you weren't finished questioning the mudblood. It didn't look like questioning to me. Seemed like you were ready to fuck her into oblivion," he said, still laughing. No one else dared laugh. I narrowed my eyes at him but then smiled sickly.

"Well it might've helped give me the answers I sought," I replied and I heard the expected replies.

"A mudblood Bellatrix?" said one.

"You'd purposely want to touch such filth?" said another.

Narcissa only gasped but Lucius bravely said, "You really are deranged Lestrange."

Smiling maliciously, I said, "thank you, been working at it for years."

He didn't say another word. I felt Wormtail struggling feebly. Slowly, I turned back to him.

"Don't think I've let you off the hook you little smuck."

Keeping tight hold of his robes, I dragged him to Lucius.

"Take his wand and stick him in the dungeons for a few days," I said with an air of authority that was not to be disobeyed.

"What are you going to do in the meantime," he asked slowly, obviously afraid I'd crucio him again for asking. Grinning, I brushed my fingers over the borrowed wand, watching how he cringed.

"If you must know, I'm going to get my wand back and maybe bring those sniveling brats back with me," I answered, while inspecting my nails.

Cissy was the first to answer. "Bella, that's suicide."

"No," I said snappily, "it's suicide to not have my own wand."

Wisely, no one answered.

Shoving the worm at Lucius, I turned and stalked to the door. No one dared to stop me as I left. I was going to get my wand along with something else and I wasn't going to be denied a second time. I disapparated mid-stride down the hallway.

Locating the little witch and her friends wasn't hard. The mark I left on her acted as a locator of sorts. Since I created it, she was bound to me, for forever how long either of us are alive. She can never escape me. I'd placed the spell on the knife that I used on her.

Breaking free of my thoughts, I scanned the area. A cottage on the beach, hills and cliffs everywhere. Crouching behind a boulder, I watch for signs of life.

I was not kept waiting for long. Two Weasely's, a veela, that goblin, that wandmaker Ollivander and Potter came into view but no mudblood Granger. Where the hell is she and which of these fools has my wand? What in the blazes is Potter carrying? Upon close observation, I found the bundle to be that wretched house elf. Ah, so it was him I struck with my knife. That thought made alarms go off in my head. Where the hell is my knife? Who was I going to have to maim to get my wand and knife back from? Turning my attention back to scene down the hill, I saw them digging. Why were they digging? Surely they aren't going to burry the creature. Furrowing my brows, I watched closely. Oh yes, they were burying it. I wrinkled my nose in disgust before turning my focus to look for the mudblood.

While scanning, a glint caught my eyes and I turned to see its location and I grinned in a feral way. There she was, a hundred yards or so from the cottage, standing by a tent. I briefly pondered why she wasn't with the others until I saw the glint again. She had my knife and was twirling it, examining it. The weapon was fused with dark magic but yet she handled it softly, her fingers caressing the sharp edges. How fascinating. The little mudblood was intrigued by dark magic. I could use this to my advantage. Grinning, I decided to visit the girl at nightfall, after I cleaned myself up. After all, seducing someone to darkness wouldn't do if didn't look enticing.

Stepping back quite a ways, I disapparated to my room at Malfoy Manor, warded the doors and windows and to went to work on preparing myself for the night ahead.

Standing in front of my full-length mirror, I examined myself. My hair was now pure darkness, no gray and it flowed in wavy curls a little ways past my shoulders. My corset dress was the darkest of black with dark shades of red, hugging to my every curve, no eyes would dare resist looking me over. My nails painted blood red, cut short but still just as deadly. Knee high black leather boot heels. I wore no makeup. Why cover up something flawless. Only red lipstick graced my lips. I smirked, looking at my now perfectly straight, pearly white teeth. Man, did that hurt like a bitch fixing them. I twirled a few times to make sure I was good to go when a knock sounded at my door. Sighing in frustration, I waved my hand, the wards disappearing. Not two seconds later, my youngest sister waltzed in , eyes scanning over, shock evident on her porcelain face.

"Bella, you look…" she started but couldn't finish.

"Enchantingly seductive?" I finished for her, grinning.

"Why'd you do it? You meet someone while you were gone? Did you locate your wand?" Cissy asked in a rush.

"It needed to be done. Yes, in a way I did and not yet but I'll have it soon enough," I replied smoothly, turning back to the mirror.

"Well, who did you…" she started to ask then froze, understanding dawning on her.

I kept my face free of emotion as I examined myself for flaws that I already knew weren't there.

"Bella, not the mudblood girl! What are you thinking?" Cissy said in a panic.

Rolling my eyes, I turned to my youngest sibling.

"Cissy, calm down. I know what I'm doing. I located her and the others and I saw most beautiful sight. Granger was playing with my knife that I had cast dark magic on. She was enthralled by it! The Golden Girl is attracted to dark magic. Ah, can you imagine how the tide will turn if I get her to switch sides? The magic she possesses is powerful. Can you picture how great of an addition to our ranks she'll make? Just think Cissy! It'd be so easy to defeat the Light if we had the brains of the trio working for our side? We'll be such an unstoppable force!" I finished, throwing my arms up and spinning in circles, laughing gleefully.

"My god Bella, I think you're onto something," I heard Narcissa answer agreeing.

I stopped my dancing and looked at her thoughtful expression and a sudden thought came to me.

"Cissy, if I manage to do this, there are going to need to be some ground rules. No one is to do a thing, either verbally or physically towards Hermione. It might drive her away. So that means that you and your "boys" need to be on your best behavior. I'll deal with the rest of the Death Eaters and I'll speak to our Lord when he gets back. Are we clear Cissy?" I said in a voice that left no room for argument.

Narcissa nodded her head wisely. Looking at the clock, I reached for my cloak and borrowed wand. Before I disapparated, I heard Cissy say, "Be careful Bella." I didn't reply.

****Back at the Cliffside****

Appearing where I had earlier that day, I scanned the area. No one outside. Looking at the cottage, no lights were on and I didn't see anyone inside to be awake. I cast a disillusionment charm on myself and I walked towards the tent I saw Granger at earlier. A light was on inside and I heard voices. Walking softly, I stood behind the tree that was by the tent, listening intently. It was a Weasely in there with her.

"C'mon 'Mione, why don't you snap that crazy witch's wand?"

"No Ronald. Harry is still using my wand so I need one," Granger replied angrily.

"Jeez 'Mione, no need to be so defensive. It's just that she tortured you with it and now you wanna use it? Are you alright?" Ronald asked.

"Yes, I'm fine. Sure, my arm hurts and I'm still slightly sore from being crucioed but it honestly wasn't that horrible," Granger answered, her voice sounding far off.

Ronald only "hmphd" at Granger, whom sighed and said, "I'm tired Ron, you can go back to the cottage."

"You sure 'Mione? I could help you relax some," he said, trying to be lusty but failing at it.

"Yes Ron, I'm sure, I just want some time alone," Granger answered.

Watching his silhouette, I saw him stand without another word and walk out of the tent, down the hill into the cottage. Grinning, I sat, waiting for Granger to go to sleep. I after all needed to perform some spells to make sure no one but Granger knew that I was there.

While I sat waiting, I thought over my plan. I didn't see any flaws in it. And since Granger was already attracted to the darkness, it wasn't going to be too hard to get her to become fully obsessed with it. I also just might get a plaything out of this. Sex and dark magic go rather well together I say. Besides, Granger is quite the sight and when she performs magic…oooh it makes me tingle thinking of it. I bet even the Dark Lord would be thrilled to have someone as powerful as Granger in his ranks, despite her…heritage. I mean, he's got Snape after all and the Dark Lord himself isn't pureblood. It's not about blood in my point of view. It's about power and those willing to use it to get what they desire. I know Granger desires a way out and I'm going to help her. I chuckle softly just as the lantern goes off. Grinning, I whisper, "show time."

Authors Note: I am sooooooooooooo sorry that I haven't updated in months /cries/…my computer crashed shortly after Hurricane Irene hit and we just barely got it fixed. While I was away, I wrote many new stories, this is one of them. Was supposed to be just a one shot but the idea was too great to pass up, I am already up to chapter seven and I hope to update as quickly as possible. I hope none of you hate me for being gone so long. Hopefully my new stories make up for it. Also, A dark witch's love is on hiatus until I can figure out where its headed, so if anyone has idea, let me know. Enjoy the new story!
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