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Unmatched Patience	By : McGonagall Category: Harry Potter > FemSlash - Female/Female Views: 4220 -:- Recommendations : 0 -:- Currently Reading : 1
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Chapter 3

“I’m glad that you appear to have rediscovered your Black heritage,” Cygnus said. “I suspected that you would not disappoint me, because, after all, in the end you never do. You always are very satisfying to me and your blood in the end. It really is pity that your stubbornness and tendency to do the opposite of what is both reasonable and expected often withholds you from doing the right thing and that often you need to feel the pain first to see all more in perspective.”

“Yes, Father,” Bella said. Cygnus had already mentioned the Dark Lord multiple times and the promise of only pure blood ruling everything that had to do with magic, of the world purified. Over Christmas holidays in the year prior, he had showed an interest in her. She had only seen him about a couple of times, but daddy had mentioned it… She had immediately told him she was by no means interested in ever becoming a member of what she had called his harem. ‘Lord Voldemort’ had always reminded her of a type that had bunches of women on every finger – that had not changed no matter what she had agreed to now.

She hadn’t wanted to ever be ruled, had wanted to set her own rules and abide to these alone. She hadn’t wanted to be like Cygnus, blindly following and that just because the man shared some thoughts with him. She thought of her father as a weak wizard for needing someone to ‘rule’ him, ‘guide’ him… for letting him carve that disgusting tattoo in his arm.

Oh yes, she had gotten hell for not doing as the Lord and, consequently, her father had asked. Torture hadn’t begun to describe it, but she would not give in at that point. Part of what had made her not give in was the thought of the Head of Gryffindor House, the only one in the world which she never would mind being ruled by. One of the recurring fantasies that left her most wet was after all one where Minerva forced her head down between her spread legs. That had never happened… and after their last encounter, Bellatrix Black knew it never would. She dreaded to admit it to herself, but she had made a terrible mistake by not having waited. If she had done so, like she had told herself she would… she might just have found a way to warm that cold heart like Bellatrix’s warmed for Minerva.

Minerva McGonagall was the first and last she had ever felt more for than lust. She never would have called it love in later year, though… but until she died and saw Minerva for the last time a bit further from where she stood dueling Molly Weasley, Bellatrix was honest enough with herself to admit it had at least been ‘more’. Maybe it had been love after all, for it was known to make a person act foolish.

A wave of Cygnus’ hand indicated she was allowed to leave and so she did, returning to her room to read some more in the book she had begun a day prior. Oh, they had had their game of ignoring. For the most part, both Minerva and she had behaved like nothing had happened, returning just to how it always had been, with the one exception that Minerva would never stay after her classes anymore but leave the room at once. Bellatrix quite liked to believe that it was a score of fear, but even if she were entirely reasonable with herself, it wasn’t really believable. Minerva McGonagall was a Gryffindor for a good reason. The House suited her in all the right ways. She regretted that she had never heard the scream of orgasm on those lips, though… if she screamed at all.

She caught herself rereading the same paragraph yet again. She knew that the cause was the anticipation of Lord Voldemort’s arrival for dinner soon. That was the main reason why Cygnus had called his older daughter in his office earlier – to inform her of his visit, and to remind her of the fact that he was still very interested in her; in beautiful younger blood. She knew that her father would never consider her beautiful in any way but reveled when others thought her so.

She knew that she had given in to a cause which would pull her under, but she had long passed the point of really caring what happened to her. She had no other real option any longer, after… She would never know whether the Gryffindor lioness could have saved her then.

Time passed remarkably slow as she sat there, waiting for what would come with the book in her lap. She just... couldn’t focus, despite the book being one of her usual favorites – a lesbian love story of sorts. She doubted either her mother or even father knew the true nature of most books on the shelves in their family library. It definitely looked old and dusty, and so she suspected it might have belonged to Cygnus’ ancestors, who had lived there years prior to them.

Everything else was quiet to the unusual as well. Her younger sisters would come and burst into her room so often otherwise – especially ‘Cissa. She thought it strange that neither of them did, as if their father had somehow warned them. That would not be so strange.

When the stuttering graying House-Elf appeared in her room to tell her that her father and the guest wanted to see her downstairs, she still felt surprised, though. Nevertheless, Bellatrix laid the book on her desk, left her old room and walked down the stairs to the dining room with her head high once their House-Elf had disappeared, most likely to the kitchens. She walked into her fate with purposeful strides indeed.

That is when she saw the man her father called Lord from very close for the very first time. She suspected that it wasn’t a first time for him to look at her from very close, though. His lips curled into a smile as he saw her. A wave of his hand not unlike her own father’s invited Bellatrix to come a bit closer, and she did so. “Your father had informed me that you have changed your mind, Bellatrix,” he said.

“Yes,” she replied, looking the stranger in the eye for a long second. His dark eyes were incredibly penetrating, and it felt like he could see right through her. It made her suddenly feel slightly uncomfortable. A headache followed her long-second-gaze upon him as he touched Bellatrix’s arm – the one which would later carry His Dark Mark.

The encounter with Minerva McGonagall passed through her head and that is when she first realized he was a Legilimens – she would learn from him in later years. When she finally managed to force him from her mind, she couldn’t say what he had seen and what not anymore. She wasn’t sure what was the most visible in her eyes as she looked at him, but when she did so, he laughed. Only later, she would find that he had had some past with the same woman that was on Bellatrix’s mind then. He had wanted her as well, had wanted Minerva McGonagall for himself when at Hogwarts, their times at school having overlapped for the most of it.

She never would have her, she realized more than ever after the Legilimency. Too much had happened, gone haywire.

She didn’t even flinch or feel the pain in any way when he cut the shape of the Dark Mark in her flesh or when the ink slipped deep into it very slowly. She gave in to her destiny, without Minerva McGonagall.
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