Charlotte Gay Cruising Lily/Bellatrix

The invisible friend femslashero miss_black91 requested a Lily / Bella.

As some know, long ago that this idea was around my head. I've given a thousand turns. Has long been gathering dust in my head. Then, on my computer. At first I did not dare to write it and then had to fit what I wrote did not like a horn. In short: it was unbearable to me because these things are great (I have no problems with recognition) and it is the first time I write something of this caliber.

Bellatrix and I do not llevam well. The drama gives me bad. The anxiety I feel worse. Terror is not my thing. And in my fics there are always hints of humor, laughter, flowers, hearts and other toy items. But, hey, here it is. I managed to write something a little more dark, and I want to be brave enough to publish it. If anything, this literary suicide I submit that due to the fact that sometimes I need to try new things. And you do not like, do not look, ea!

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A risk that I tachéis of mental degenerate, and to warn mariners that has everything: rating for adults, Femslash, angst, drama, profanity, violence and certain dyes necrophilia (yes, you readBut, equally, your help has helped me a lot and deserves applause for it. Rinse all that was necessary to clarify, I proceed to leave the fic ...

Title: Causa Mortis

Fandom: Harry Potter

Claim:

Bellatrix / Lily

Gender:

drama / angst Extension: one-shot

Warnings: ALL. Only older

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was time. Oh, I could not believe it had been so easy, so ridiculously simple. Those stupid wizards and confident, always thinking that his courage was pathetic enough to save them. But this time nothing and no one would be able to protect them. This time was near, more than ever, just a few steps separating him from crushing the last stone in his way. "But ...

Lord Voldemort stopped in his tracks. Were just two seconds in which to lay her dark eyes on hers, Bellatrix knew he was wrong. I could feel the silence in the room, thick, alive, palpable, a silence so intense that you soaked to the skin and forcesl barrel of his chest, waiting for a signal. It was difficult, but managed to wait patiently, watching for any movement to occur within the Potter's house. Just seconds later, an explosion of green murderer hit the glass of the windows downstairs.

That was it: the first weed had been torn.

The traitor of James Potter was dead. DEAD.

Bella laughed with all his might, and in the interior of the house, joined Lord Voldemort joy. His laughter, devoid of life, froze everything in its path as his body floating rose to climb to the second floor. - You! He shouted when he saw Lily, who had pressed her son coza hanging over the roof of the Potter. Smiled pleased with the haunting loneliness of the road and a few seconds later he again saw flash of green light that made his heart pumped hard. This time he had been on the second floor. riddance, small .

Then something strange happened. Bella frowned when he saw a third glow immediately after the second. Three

. Ray had been three, not two, as she had been waiting to happen. A wave of unbridled pride ran through her body to understand what had happened. None had been able to understand the vehement opposition of Snape. His stammer, the aspavieadolescents accessing their wishes not to kill the Dirty Blood. Incomprehensible. He had never agreed to any of your prayers and yet now he was awarded the stupid desire to Snape, of all people.

But it was not just jealousy that had awakened him inconceivable that episode, but was convinced that Lily Potter could cause problems. Alone or with the traitor of her husband, was not trustworthy. Therefore could not pass up a triumphant smile when I see the three rays, he realized that Mudblood had also fallen.

The Lord had fulfilled the purposes of his fate and the idea of witnessing the desperation of Severus Snape was absolutely delicious. I could not wait to seeand tried to help him. Dead or alive, still had a pride to protect. Then opted to give a strong kick in the hip. His body did not move, but there was no protest, and the pallor of her face hinted that life was leaving him little by little, as the thief who is fighting to get through the back door carrying a very heavy loot. His skin was beginning to be blue, and one of his eyelids, semi, it held the target of an eye that did not look at any particular location. He smiled with relief was dead, could not be otherwise.

Bellatrix hit the palm of your hand with the wand as a teacher would have to rule that a student plans to flog. He walked in circles, enjoying the view dnda plant. I was sure.

can not.

She froze, trying to find a reasonable explanation for life to manifest bellowed. But she had seen! He had seen three rays! Three! Three Avada Kedavra!

Bella's eyes opened wide. If the child was alive was because something had cut short his plans, something unexpected that had not provided with sufficient caution. He ran upstairs, nervous, terrified by the anvil of panic in her stomach was so heavy that annihilated its always determined steps. followed the cries of the creature and finally entered the bedroom. There it was. There was the body of Lily Evans, the wife of Jam. Frantically looked everywhere and a white stained red veins around his pupil.

Lumus, Lumus, Lumus.

and stuffed animals ... The Possessed stuffed animals that had probably bought the Potter to make your child smile. Smiling ... he thought he saw one of them was spending one of those stupid smiles on those sweet lips sewn to its spongy and fluffy head.

Lumus, Lumus, Lumus.

believed mad. The idea of reducing dust that tender child's room began to grow inside. It was ironic that his Lord had met his end there. Refused to believe it. He took a few unsteady steps and his feet stumbled over a small broom. Cried your heart outsought whence the sound and fixed his eyes on a doll-shaped clock. He was wearing a wizard robe and tilted his head like a robot from side to side, while his plastic lips opened to sing the same words:

Lumus, Lumus, Lumus

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His heart gave a drum roll. Tired of this circus, pointed the wand and threw a fire

which reduced to ashes by burning paint wall hanging.

- My Lord! -Cry again, wandering aimlessly around the room and turning everything in its path. Books, toys, papers on the floor collapsed under the weight of his wrath.

walked back to the window, beside which was the cradlena mother for her child. As if two parts of a whole is involved, a white light illuminated Lily Potter and a thick cloud of the same color left his body lying on the carpet.

daze, what was already a reflection of the soul of Lily, tried to be felt, but his hands were met with a disembodied mass. In the depths of his being he knew, but now had been able to ascertain she was dead.

Lily looked to the right and found that hooded figure. Tall, slender, his face partially covered and those gestures canine, a dog sniffing for prey. She stifled a groan when he realized who it was. He remembered the Longbottom, their perpetual stay in the hospital, how he had been tortured toCerles losing her sanity. He also reminded the magicians whom he had killed with that wand demonized, smeared with blood and suffering of many victims who had executed her. Excessive cruelty was comparable to that of Voldemort himself, and could only be a reason for her to be there: kill Harry, murder his only son if she could not stop it.

momentarily paralyzed by fear when he saw Bellatrix's hands had grasped the bars of the crib. The was squeezing so tightly that his knuckles had been white. Determined to defend his son, stood between the Death Eaters and the small bed.

- Get away from it! He shouted to two feet deseaba while Harry appreciate their presence crouched beside her and began to whisper kind words in his ear.

-Quiet, small, quiet, "he said, not believing what she was saying. Everything will be alright. Mom is here, my life. Mom is here ... And it will prevent you from getting hurt. She is never going to leave.

The baby's crying intensified when they noticed the warm and heavy breathing of Bellatrix licking her face. The Death Eater felt like strangling him with his own hands, manually complete the mission that his Lord had begun. Longed for the glory, it is her who fulfill the designs of the greatest wizard of all time. He had given his life to Voldemort and would not allowa brat who ruined his reign now that were so close to doing. But seeking revenge, as if doing choke off to confess what had happened minutes earlier. He stretched his arms and directed, taut as a wire, into the fragile neck of the child.

- NO! Lily yelled, in despair.

But then Harry raised his small little arms in a plea to take it into his lap and the Death Eater's face fell. In his eyes the brightness of panic appeared to him back quickly. Lily immediately understood what had made him recoil. Harry was afraid, afraid to touch her and that made him sigh with relief. Bellatrix panic could give them a few minutesvery valuable to someone to come to rescue his son.

If this kid really had ended with a magician as the Dark Lord, what I could do anything with it?, Bella thought. It would be best not to let the touch, closer to a minimum.

forgotten again that she was dead, Lily tried to take the child in his arms to protect his chest, but when you try to hug her hands together in the air through the tiny baby's body. Startled, she turned to face Bellatrix and then saw that gleam in his eyes that could only mean one thing: the Death Eater would not give up. That was the crazed brilliance that preceded the torture he had so often applied to other magicians.

Bellatrix

craved revenge, he could feel. Breathed in that awkward silence that could be cut with a knife, broken only by his breath and cries of his son.

saw that his eyes rested with delight in her, in the body that had left a few minutes ago. I was walking in circles around him, smiling, smiling maniac. Itself was cold, pale, slightly bluish skin for life gradually giving way left to die.

approached Bella and her lips broke into a dangerous grin that had little to do with a smile. "Well, well, look at this," he heard himself say aloud, with mock sweetness. He knew it was

ar his pathetic life with a flick of his wand.

It was late, but could also count, recreation to be the only witness to his fall. So he continued talking loudly, crazy, death while impersonating Harry shout themselves hoarse in his crib.

black eyes rested on him and was glad to see that the child had been incorporated and now was watching the whole scene through the bars. Lily tried to save this horrific vision covering his eyes. But it was useless. Whatever he did, was not going to deprive her son of her dead while Bellatrix mocked her.

"Oh, is not it adorable? Poor creature an orphan, "she told Harry, you should be ashamed, Bloodcide disfigure or shatter every limb of his body, but it was too painful to feel useless and helpless when I was ready to give their soul for the child to survive.

However, Bellatrix was quite eventful. I had always enjoyed torturing his victims to force them to beg for mercy and although Lily was dead, did not care. Seemed to have found a reason to continue torturing and knew that nothing would be able to stop it.

Evans could not feel pain anymore, but your child does. And that was sweet revenge planned by the Death Eater, Harry Potter wanted to suffer, I wanted to destroy the memory of his family, it shattered disfiguring his dead mother. CHTMLX

if he were admiring a painting that she had unfinished finished, adorned with small details that highlighted her beauty. Dam

his schizophrenia and madness admired the work done with great satisfaction, as a painter who finds one masterpiece after years of arduous work. And she was an image so moving that he could not help leaning over her and gently move your index finger down one of the cuts, cleaning the blood with the yolk. A few drops began to slip by him when he was in his mouth and sucked it, tasting the bitter taste.

"Not bad, Sangre Sucia. I always thought that you would more ... unpleasant taste.

"No, no, enough, STOP! "Asked Lily, looking now, incredulousC

- Do not mind him, Harry! Shout with all your strength! "Lily went to his crib and tried to grab the little hand, although the baby could not feel it. Scream, child, please ... "pleaded screams. You have to scream with all your strength to come and save you. Make an effort, do it for Mom. Harry, please ... "Tears ran down her cheeks and landed on the floor of the carpet. It would have given anything for his son could hear.

The baby certainly seemed to try, but the spell had done his homework and his lips were articulated without any sound out of them.

Oblivious to the presence of his mother, Bellatrix took up where he left off and his eyes rested on her underwear. Seeing her comprendThe cute little Harry went to the boy What would you think of this your beloved father?

"I kill, crazy bitch, that's what I would do ...

Bellatrix's hands caressed her body gently, almost tenderly. Her skin was so delicate that he felt chills now that I knew him. Not only had got the baby does not lose detail while his mother was tortured, but now he was subjected to an even greater humiliation and, against all odds, I was really enjoying it. I never dreamed that a Mudblood could make you feel something. The adrenaline rush, tingling in your skin when you touch the silky meat sterile Evans, the need to have their artwork with their propias hands ... temporarily went crazy with that excessive possessiveness, control of the entire body of someone who had starred in the fantasies of many magicians. Lily Potter was his, was at his mercy and was going to do with it what he wanted.

"You like, right? He asked. RIGHT? Tell me what you like, you ungrateful bitch! Screamed, slapped with all his might.

- NO! - tell me!

- Fuck you, Bellatrix!

- my patience are exhausted, dirty blood! TELL ME THAT YOU LIKE!

Again and again, Bella slap the witch, as an inert head turning side to side. Huddled on the floor, Lily grabbed his temples with his hands and hid them in her lap. CHnd eye before pulling back the hood. We again see the faces. You can bet on it.

And without a second thought, jumped to the roof, and closed the window. Defeated, Lily dropped to the floor at the foot of the crib. With a trembling hand grabbed the bars and hit them head while two tears of relief streamed down his cheeks flushed: Harry was safe.

Outside, the shadow of Bellatrix he disappeared into the blackness of a night in which all take place with glee the death of Voldemort. All but the Potter.