The Black Pearl

Summary: Bellatrix Lestrange's desperate need to have a child leads her into the ever consuming darkness of insanity. As she races towards her ultimate demise, with Voldemort's faith in her fading fast, she is forced to question everything she has dedicated her life to fighting for. The descent into madness is a dark and twisted one, but what if you discovered it had been forced upon you?

[As an apology to everyone who has waited patiently for over a year now for me to update The Black Pearl, I’d like to offer you this scene. I’d intended to add it on to the last chapter when I finally updated it, but that’s taken far too long. It will still be added on but I thought you should have it anyway. Also, I’ve begun rewriting the chapters that have already been posted. Which, thankfully, is helping me get back into the swing of things with this fanfic and will hopefully lead to me pushing though and updating more regularly. So when new chapters are posted I will notify you if chapters 1-5 have been altered in anyway so you can see what you think of the changes.]

A whirlwind burst into the entrance hall of Lestrange Manor. Rodolphus appeared on the landing as it reached the top of the stairs and grabbed what appeared to be his wife around the waist. Her instant reaction was to fight, punching and clawing with every ounce of feeling she still had left in her. “Belle,” he held onto her tightly, trying his best to keep them both from toppling down the staircase. “Belle, love, Bellatrix… Stop! It’s me!” Her movements stopped quite suddenly at the sound of his voice, as though she had been frozen, and he fought the urge to shake her in an attempt to get her moving again.

She didn’t say anything, she didn’t make a sound.

“You scared me, and Narcissa, we’ve been looking everywhere for you,” he said in an effort to elicit some form or response. “Where were you, love? I checked your favourite places…”

She remained silent, burying her face against his chest.

“Narcissa didn’t mean to upset you, love…”

“No!” Bellatrix shrieked as she pulled out of his embrace. “Narcissa does not think of anyone but herself. I don’t wish to hear any more.” She pushed past him, heading straight for their rooms. She would get changed, polish her wand, and then she would go out. If she killed every last living creature in her path, so be it. She wanted blood and gore, there’d been enough weakness.

“Bellatrix, what are you doing?” Rodolphus asked as followed her to the bedroom, watching her change into another dress.

“I’m going out, what does it fucking look like?” she snapped at him, throwing her cloak around her shoulders and fastening it at her neck. Her back remained to him, she wasn’t prepared to meet his eye. He would talk her out of it. He’d always known just want to say to make her change her mind no matter how stubborn she was being.

“I’ll come with you…”

“No!” she yelled, turning on her heel to glare at him. Meeting his eyes finally she bit her lip and held her ground, raising her wand to him. “Step aside and leave me be, Rodolphus.”

He drew his wand on instinct, assuming a duelling stance.

Bellatrix let out an ear piercing screech as her wand moved swiftly and without hesitation. She shot six spells in quick succession, forcing him backwards even as he blocked each and every one. “Fight!” she yelled at him, her wand snapping through the air almost like a whip as she attacked him. The more he defended himself and made no other move the more frustrated she became. She wanted him to react, she needed him to react, though somewhere buried deep in her mind she knew he could easily hold out longer than she could. He was calmer than she was, always had been. Much like the old adage of horses and water, she could make him draw his wand in this state but she couldn’t make him strike. Had her aggravation not got the better of her, she could have easily provoked him. Had her mind been clearer, she would have thought to take a different approach. As it was she hastened her attack, driving him back through the doors of their bedroom onto the landing.

Moving out on to the landing was a mistake. He knew it the moment he passed through the doorway. Her eyes darted down to the threshold and with lightening speed the large double doors were slammed in his face. “Bellatrix!” he rushed forward, grabbing at the handle and barrelling back into the room just as she disapparated with a loud crack. He dropped to his knees in their empty bedroom, letting his wand slip from his fingers. She would return when she was ready, he knew that, but it did not shake the ominous feeling that festered deep in his heart. It was not his wife who would return to him, his Bellatrix was broken beyond repair making way for something much more menacing. “Merlin, help the souls that cross her path.”

"Hello there. I was just wondering when you would be updating to the next chapter. I highly enjoy this fic. I think it's the only real one I've read where the characters seem plausible. Please, please continue. Thank you. ^.^"

Asked by realities-are-insanities

I was intending to post over the weekend but real life decided to punch me in the gut and expect me to deal with it. The next chapter is half finished.

"Are you going to post chapter 6?"

Asked by edithspiaf-deactivated20130711

As of this weekend, chapter six is half complete (or half incomplete, depending on your perspective). I hope to continue work on it tomorrow and have it posted by next weekend, all going to plan.

I apologise profusely for the lack of updating.

"This isn't really me asking anything specifically, but I just stumbled across your story and I felt the overwhelming need to tell you how amazing it is! I am sobbing profusely as I'm reading it and I think that it is probably the most astonishingly beautiful Bellatrix-related piece of literary work I have ever read. Please, please continue with this! For the love of Salazar, please!!?"

Asked by missgarrisondanielle-deactivate

Thank you so much! I’m glad you’re enjoying it, and I assure you if I could provide tissues with it I would. I apologise for the crying.

Also, I apologise because it’s going to get worse…

I am simultaneously working on the next chapter and an edit for the last chapter as I realised it should have had an extra scene at the end. So here’s hoping it won’t take so long to update again.

UPDATE: Chapter Five

Rating: Mature
Warning/s: Torture, Incest, Graphic Sex
Pairing: Bellatrix Lestrange/Rodolphus Lestrange
Word Count: 2,529
Summary: Bellatrix Lestrange’s desperate need to have a child leads her into the ever consuming darkness of insanity. As she races towards her ultimate demise, with Voldemort’s faith in her fading fast, she is forced to question everything she has dedicated her life to fighting for. The descent into madness is a dark and twisted one, but what if you discovered it had been forced upon you? (AU)

Chapter Five: Unchain My Heart

"are you going to post chapter five?"

Asked by Anonymous

Dear Anon,

For I am assuming you are the same Anon that has asked me another two times over the last few weeks. You should know, your persistence has paid off. I have just now sent Chapter Five to a friend to read. You will understand when it is posted, which as long as I can get my assignment done (which is due in Friday) will be later this week, why I’ve had so much trouble writing this chapter. And if you don’t, then I’ve probably done a really crap job writing the chapter.

Either way, I can assure you your wait will soon be over.

"when are you going to post chapter five? (: I love your fanfic"

Asked by edithspiaf-deactivated20130711

I’m working on it, I promise you that. And thank you so much. I will try and get it finished in the next couple of weeks.

012. Rodolphus flew into a tree the first time he rode a broom because he couldn’t make it stop.

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010: Rodolphus’ Boggart is his sister Rosalind as an Inferi.

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[Which is why: #007]

009. Rodolphus has only broken one wand. His original wand in his second year when a spell backfired on him.

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His Mother collected him from Hogwarts that evening and took him to Olivanders. Had he bought his original wand from Ollivander this incident would not have taken place.