Sweet Revenge

Harry looked up from his maps and papers as he heard, 'Good afternoon, my lord.'

'Lucius. What brings you back so early? I wasn't expecting you,' Harry said, setting down the plans on which he had been putting the finishing touches.

'I have brought you a gift, my lord. I have found a witch that wishes to become one of your loyal followers.'

'Truly?' Harry replied, his curiosity piqued. Lucius seemed especially chuffed. 'Who is this witch, pray tell?'

Lucius smirked and announced, 'Bellatrix Lestrange, my lord.'

Harry's lips spread into a wide grin. 'Does she now?'

'Yes. She was able to sneak back into the country a few days ago. She's ready and eager to do your bidding.'

Harry stood. 'Where is she? I should not keep the lady waiting.'

'She's waiting for you in my secret dungeon. You know where that is.'

'Yes, I do,' Harry said, tucking his wand, which had been sitting on the desk beside his right hand, into his sleeve. 'I think that I'll go and see just how loyal and eager our little Bella is.'

'Do you need anything, my lord?'

Harry shook his head. 'No, the few things that I'll need, I'll get from my bedroom. Thank you, Lucius. You've done well.'





Bellatrix Lestrange ran her slender fingers across the tabletop as she attempted to wait patiently for the new Dark Lord.

She had retreated from the battle after Voldemort had fallen, like many of the Death Eaters had. She fled the country, thinking she would be safer elsewhere. If she had known that a new Dark force would rise from the ashes of Voldemort's defeat she probably would have stayed, hiding until she could declare her loyalty.

Knowing Lucius and Narcissa as she did, she knew they would commence ingratiating themselves immediately to the new lord's good graces, so it was of no surprise to Bellatrix that the new Dark Lord-in-training had holed himself up inside the Malfoy's second home. What had surprised her was that Harry Potter was the new Dark force.

Bellatrix bit her bottom lip and released a small snarl. It was just her luck that she was the one who killed Potter's godfather, but perhaps with his changing sides, Potter would better understand her position and take pity on her.

'Well, well, Bellatrix Lestrange,' a deep voice said behind her. She spun around to find Potter lounging against the doorway, eyeing her up and down. 'I didn't think that I'd be seeing you again, at least not so soon.'

Bellatrix gave him her most winning smile. 'Harry Potter! You have grown up, haven't you?'

'It was bound to happen,' Harry said, continuing to scrutinise Bellatrix's every contour, every movement, so much so that she was a bit unnerved. 'It often does, unless one dies at a young age.'

Bellatrix smirked. 'True. Let's get down to business, shall we?' she said, deciding that bold and direct was the best way to go about things. 'I want to swear my allegiance to you, to do your bidding. I have spoken with Lucius, and I find your views of the wizarding world agreeable. Allow me to serve you and you will not regret it.'

Harry's eyebrows disappeared underneath his fringe. 'You are a forward little thing, aren't you?' Harry said, and Bellatrix bristled a bit at the mocking tone. Wisely, however, she kept her mouth shut. She'd had enough run-ins with Voldemort to learn that lesson. She watched as Harry pushed away from the door and sauntered over to the plush chair on the other side of the dungeon.

Sitting down, he resumed his scrutiny of Bellatrix. 'How do I know that I can trust you? What would you be able to do for me, that I can't get from the others?'

Bellatrix smiled in what Harry assumed was a seductive way, a sight that Harry found unnerving and quite hideous, though he'd never let on. He watched as the woman walked toward him, swaying her hips slightly, her hands sliding over her hips and abdomen. When she got to his chair, she dropped onto her knees and trailed her hands up Harry's thighs. 'I can do anything you want, give you anything you want, my lord.'

Harry raised one eyebrow. 'Anything, Bella?' he asked, looking down at the tent in his robe.

Bellatrix licked her lips and pulled open Harry's robe, surprised to find that he wore nothing underneath. Gripping the base of his erection with one hand, she slowly ran her tongue around the head of her lord's cock, licking off the precome that was starting to pool there. Looking up to see Harry watching her, Bellatrix took the entire tip into her mouth, sucking gently. Encouraged by Harry's moan, she took more of him into her mouth, choking back the gag reflex as she relaxed her throat, swallowing him until her nose nestled in the curly hair that housed his cock. It had been some time since she'd given oral sex. Voldemort had been partial to intercourse, and had only occasionally called her for anything else.

She worked Harry's prick in and out of her mouth, running her tongue along the back of his shaft, sucking the tip as she pulled back, until Harry gasped, 'Enough,' and pulled her head away from his body.

She looked up at Harry, awaiting further orders, not sure what it was he wanted.

Harry pulled her close, and with both hands, he ripped open her robe, exposing her naked form. Bellatrix let the robe slip off her arms and knelt before Harry, allowing him to drink her in from her head to her knees.

'Come here,' Harry ordered and Bellatrix obeyed, climbing onto the chair and straddling Harry's hips. Positioning her master's cock, she pushed down, gasping as he slipped inside her.

Soon she was riding her master with abandon, her hands resting on his shoulders to keep her balance, while Harry's hands roamed her body, sliding up to cup her breasts and roll her nipples between his fingers with a gentleness that her other lord had not shown, then tweaking them hard, sending sparks through her body and making her entire body sing.

'Stop,' Harry ordered, just as Bellatrix was reaching her climax. Annoyed but unwilling to disobey, she ceased all movement. Harry clutched her around the arse and lifted her with one swift movement. He walked over to the table and placed her on top of it. He pulled her to the edge and slammed back into her, pounding into Bellatrix so hard that the entire table shook.

'Yes!' Bellatrix screamed, her hands roaming down her body and playing with her own nipples. 'Yes, my lord!' she screeched as she reached her climax, her body clenching around Harry's prick. She shuddered as Harry continued to thrust into her, prolonging her orgasm.

Harry pulled out of Bellatrix and pushed her further onto the table. Bellatrix was so enthralled with her afterglow that she didn't feel the restraints being placed on her arms and legs until they tightened. She looked over at Harry and a salacious grin spread across her face. 'I didn't know you liked a bit of bondage, my lord,' she commented.

Harry smiled without humour as he walked over to pick up his robes. He slid them on and with a wave of his wand, they were fastened. 'There's much you don't know, Bella,' he said, turning around and pulling a long, thin knife out of the pocket of his robe.

He walked back to Bellatrix and stood over her, smiling down at the woman. 'You said you would do anything for me, Bella. Tell me, can you bring my godfather back?'

Bellatrix's good mood suddenly wasn't so good as the blood drained from her face. 'My lord?'

'I asked you if you could bring back Sirius. Can you return my godfather to me, alive and well?' he asked, turning the knife so that the torches surrounding the table glinted off the steel. 'Can you?' he asked when he received no answer.

'No, my lord,' Bellatrix said, looking toward the door for any sign of her sister or her brother-in-law.

'Oh, they won't help you, Bella,' Harry said, noticing the direction of her gaze. Harry reached down and pulled a large strand of her hair until it was taut. 'They know how much I wanted to see you, to visit with you, and they would rather see you in this position than them. No one will be coming down here,' he said, taking the knife and slicing through her hair. He grinned at her as he let the strands slip through his fingers. 'This knife is quite sharp. That's good.'

Bellatrix watched, terror written all over her face, as Harry jumped on top of her, straddling her legs. 'First, let's see if I can't fit Sirius' entire name on my new canvas.'

Bellatrix bit back as scream as the knife slid into her skin, slicing the curves that created the "S". By the time Harry spelled out "Sirius Roldolfo Marius Black, she was screaming in pain. She felt like every inch of her abdomen was on fire.

Harry jumped off the table and cleaned the blood from his knife. 'Oh, I forgot to tell you. This knife is spelled so that every wound made from it won't heal. Sorry about that.'

Bellatrix glared at Harry through tears that she couldn't control. 'Sirius Black deserved what he got. That impossible little brat should have stayed with his family, instead of pining over your father and that pitiful werewolf. I'm glad he's dead. He didn't deserve to have life,' she spat out.

Harry's eyes turned to ice and he reached out to grab Bellatrix's face between his fingers. 'You like to talk, don't you, you pathetic bitch. It looks like I'll have to cut that tongue of yours out.'





Lucius looked up from his book as Harry came out of the dungeons. He winced as he saw blood drip from Harry's robes. Narcissa wouldn't be happy if the house-elves couldn't get that out of the carpet. 'How did your little chat go, my lord?'

Harry looked up and grinned. 'It went fine, Lucius. I've placed a preservation spell on Bellatrix. I suggest you have someone place her in Diagon Alley. It would do others good to see what happens when someone crosses me.'

'As you wish, my lord. I'll have Walden take care of it. I see you still have a bit of a problem,' Lucius said, looking down at Harry's lap.

Harry looked down and chuckled. 'Well, what did you expect? Only a potion would get me aroused enough to fuck that bitch.'

Lucius smirked and raised his book. 'Why don't you go have a long shower and as soon as you're finished, I'll come up and help you deal with that rather unfortunate necessity.'

Harry grinned and headed up the stairs. 'Come up in half an hour.'