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The Duality of Darkness	By : shelleyrusalki Category: Harry Potter AU/AR > FemSlash - Female/Female Views: 8122 -:- Recommendations : 0 -:- Currently Reading : 0
Disclaimer: HARRY POTTER FANDOM. Luna/Bellatrix. I make NO money from any of this, and play with JK Rowling's creations purely for fun. Any OCs are created with direct inspiration from Rowling's books, as well as the movies and Pottermore.

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I wasn't planning on this, but its a little extra that is needed, I feel.

I fell in love with you
But I know, I know that's just a sky
I don't know where I go - Soap & Skin 'Mr Gaunt 1000'

They could be fireworks, if they were not but smoking balls of shallow breath with the cool air sucking at their heat.
They could be heartbeats, if the heart didn't feel it such a chore to exist. I can hear the angst as each chamber reluctantly gives way for another surge of life.
They could be fingernails, but I can count some missing as they tinker across the silver tightened spiderwebs. Some seem to have fallen away from themselves, making haste from reddened fleshy beds.
One. Two. Three. Four. Four arachnids. One, the one I watch the most, with its extra-spindly form creating luxurious webbing to catch its prey; it has no fangs and kills with silk instead. Two, the one that makes my toes curl, pumping itself through a gut and into the prey before sucking out a liquified meal; leaving trails of such pretty lifeless husks. Three, the one I hate the most, with fangs so sharp that venom hits a weakened heart long before a mind has noticed. This one rids the web of things it loved for play, if only for a few moments, as though they had never been at all.
These spiders; they could be my sisters, and I.
If, of course, it were not for the knowing that I am the fourth, the smallest, with webbing in all the wrong places. Places that not even the flies can find. Half-starved and forgotten. The one most likely to be found, and pressed for want of nothing except for an autocrat to be free from fear. The weakest.
It was desperate to assume that the one who kills with silk would return, to bring me some of her catch. I had tried to hide her from the one with the fangs all our smallest lives, but she now chooses to hide in her pretty palace with all her dusty trinkets, looking down at my trembling whilst yearning that I fall and disappear from her sky.
No matter how long I lie against the stone, it just never seems to steal any small warmths that I know I can radiate. The countless hours have left my body with blisters that rear their ugly heads straight from my impairing bones. Their faces torn and ragged, but mocking, and almost breathing of their own accord. Disgusting. I do not mind that I drag these claws across them, watching them tear, and scream out as they bubble and leak.
I am threatened so often with words I cannot translate, and bribed with memories that I do not hold. The giants, with their wide-eyes and fingers that seem to insert themselves deep inside my temples, give me their kills that only seem to serve in making me feel as though I have been purged from my own soul. I don't sense that within this barren wasteland of distortion is a soul that ever adhered itself to a body at all.
However, such displeasures cannot taunt a fire from its fuse. I cannot take my focus from something deep within which had felt like a small dose of lightening to a withered and dampened stump. The small splutter, that the last sunlight gave, never escaped the restraints of this body. Perhaps it was only an imagined flicker. Everytime I feel that branches, leaves, and blossoms might splay; it's torn away again with brutish teeth that spread at my hopelessly infinite unknowing. Such sparkling teeth that shine with their trees in full fruition, spreading in a monstrous ecstacy as they spit close to the ones that were made tainted so early on, when I was a much smaller collection of bones.
This body has always had skin which lays itself on thick, and, instead of protecting, it compels me to feel that of everything. That of everything, despite myself. That of everything, even what I would not know.
Oh? I won't stoop so low as to seek refuge amongst the warmth of the treasure that you felt you had bestowed upon me, familiar little stranger. I have known such heat from fires that at which your intrepid grey eyes would only melt and split at the mere sight of, I know.
I know things, and yet I don't. I don't claim to know most things, because I don't seem to know much at all, but I do know myself up to a point. Although, if I cinch onto any one thing it begins to unwravel, spiral, and tear itself away from me.
Only the fires seem to be vivid now, and it scintillates into the deepest recesses of my skull; with younger chestnut eyes pulled open wide, in horror, with fingers so disgusting. Molesting stubs that drew out a stare from such innocence, a stare that burnt such holes that it was almost inevitable that I'd fall into them. One can only tiptoe around herself for so long. It was made sure that my wretchedness was witnessed, and never forgotten; but, it seems, you did forget, and it was me that never did. All I saw was loving chestnut eyes before the blaze, on a face that was so like my own, but I had never realised those venomous fangs that hid in waiting. In all this fuzzing faded time I seem to have passed, I now see that this one will never turn to ash. It sticks to me like drying honey does to skin, picking up every piece of dirt that brushes by.
I'm not as I was, as I am now nothing more than an unhallowed creature, but I'll keep screaming inside my head, and pouring all of my physical energy, all of my matter and form, into this one thing; to be saved once more, as I was so then, by him.
Bellatrix Lestrange heaved herself up from where she lay, her bones cracking as her weight shifted to strain other areas of her body.
She leant over to the wall which she had been laying beside, and twirled the spiderwebs altogether around one of her remaining talons. She watched as each spider tried to break free from their sudden cages, before enveloping her lips around her entire finger to devour the carnage.
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