The life of Beltrix Lestrange, borrix Bd only called Bel by those who knew her best, was not necessarily a nie. A, as the glob of shining silver is forced into her mind, that is precisely what Beltrix finds herself forced to tend with. Aire lifetime of her memories from both the past… and what would e . As the eldest of three sisters and a S of the House of Bck, great things were expected of Bel, even from an early age. She was drilled stantly and taught all sorts of magid secrets that other Wizarding Families could barely even dream of. As a result, she and her sisters had excelled when they finally arrived at Hogwarts, and if they didn’t, their parents certainly had something to say about it. However, the expectations orix only grew when things began to take a turn for their family. First was her younger sister Andromeda, cav with a mudblood of all things and even giving up her p House B order to be with the filth. That was bad enough, but salvageable. Andromeda was merely the middle sister of the three Bck Sisters, and while it hurt to lose her, it wasn’t the end of the world. However, when Sirius Bck turned out to be a blood traitor shortly after, things became a little more… desperate. As one of the Sacred Twe, House Bjoyed a certain… prestige in the Wizarding World. But her cousin Sirius running away from home and cav with Light Families like the Potters? There was bedm, even as his mother had struck him from the Family Tree. After all, Sirius was the oldest male of their geion. An heir. To avoid any further embarrassments or surprises, Beltrix and Narcissa were quickly locked down. As the you Bck Sister, Cissy awned off to the up and ing House Malfoy, specifically to its young heir, Lucius Malfoy. But Beltrix… Bel was meant freater things. She was tasked with sedug the Dark Lord himself, Lord Voldemort. Truth be told, it wasn’t as though Beltrix minded being told what to do in this case. She was a loyal daughter of House Bck, but more than that… she’d always had a thing for power. Lord Voldemort presented quite a lot of power, all trated in one man. He was intoxig to say the least, and she was happy to present herself to him as a didate for marriage. She had willingly allowed him to brand her with his Dark Mark, just as her parents and her aunt and uncle had. She joined his Death Eaters willingly, being one of his servants. And the herself into his quarters one night, i on sedug him. Only… Lord Voldemort was above such plebian desires. As handsome as the Dark Lord was, he was also asexual. More than that, as he would eventually fide in her, he inteo live forever and thus had no need for heirs OR spares in order to carry on a legacy he saw no reason to himself with. His reign would be eternal. And so, for her impertihat night in sneaking into his quarters and baring her naked body to him, Beltrix Bck was tortured with the Crucio Curse from dusk until dawn. The Dark Lord did not let up for even a single moment, for he sought to break her… and in the end, he did precisely that. Bel would never be the same again after that night. But rather than turn her into a fearful whipped dog shying away from her Master, all the torture did was tie her to him more closely. A bination of her own innate mental instability, her fetish for powerful men, and the s Lord Voldemort’s Dark Mark intwined in her soul left Beltrix eager to serve in any way she could. Her Lord did not desire a wife… he desired a tool, arix endeavored to be the best one of all. She’d even gone so far as to marry Rodolphus Lestrange on the Dark Lord’s orders. By parison, Rodolphus could not hold a dle to her Lord, but he had done well and pleased Lord Voldemort, so she was given as a gift to her husband and told to obey him in all things a wife should. Those days had been the height of Beltrix’s life. Mad and crazed as she was, she loved being Lord Voldemort’s toy. She put up with her husband for the sake of the Dark Lord, aed in being able to carry out her Lord’s orders. And then, just like that, it all came to an abrupt end oeful Halloween Night, and an already broken, insane Bel spent over a decade in Azkaban, being even more broken and more insane. Until finally, the Dark Lord returned. He saved her and her fellow Death Eaters, letting them free to py once more. In that time, Beltrix had certainly pyed. She’d killed her blood traitor of a cousin. She’d killed many in the Dark Lord’s name, in fabsp;… But Lord Voldemort’s Sed Rise sted only a st few years when pared to his first. And then his great nemesis, a boy a quarter of his age, defeated him yet again. Harry Potter. The Boy-Who-Lived. Beltrix survived the Battle fwarts by the skin of her teeth, going to ground and obsessing over killing Harry James Potter to get revenge for her Lord. Uhe other Death Eaters, her Dark Mark didn’t fade with Lord Voldemort’s final death. As she would eventually learn, this was because he’d set her up as his final instrument of vengean the event that the worst came to pass. She was to be his on, his bde in the dark. That, of course, was before everything started to go to shit. Even Bel, as crazy as she was, could see the world ending all around her. More than that, she could see Harry Potter w to try and stop it. As she watched from afar, hiding from his gaze and plotting his downfall, Beltrix Lestrange reized in the man, no longer a boy, a power she’d only seen once before. The green-eyed wizard was just as powerful as her Lord had been. No… more so. Perhaps that had awakened something in her. Perhaps that was why, wheime had finally e, her attempt on Harry’s life had been half-hearted at best and doomed to fail. Either that, or the state of the world itself had sucked the strength from Lord Voldemort’s st gambit. After all, magi general was dying by that point along with everything else. It could be argued that her Lord’s hold on her mind had begun to wa long st. Either way, Beltrix failed. She failed so badly that she didn’t even die iempt, instead ending up captured. And when she woke up? Her Dark Mark was covered in s and her soul beloo a new Lord. Instead of killing her for all that she’d done against him and his, instead of taking vengeance for his godfather… Harry Potter repurposed her. Beltrix was never anything but a tool… and after that, she otter’s tool, the Dark Lord a fading memory. Harry had used her to her fullest extent to, extrag every ounce of value from her. At times, it had seemed likely he would expend her life in one of his pns… but it never happened. People closer to him fell like flies, and somehow, Beltrix, colred and shackled hound that she was, had survived. Wheime finally came for Harry Potter’s st gambit, she was the only one he fided in as well. To be fair, there weren’t ma by then. But those who were left, he knew he couldn’t trust. They might try to stop him. They might vince him to ge his mind. After all, his pn was… io say the least. It’d been right up Bel’s alley. She’d happily gone along with it, helping him to gather the resourecessary for the ritual. There was no helping it, and if they’d waited much longer, even sending him back would likely not have been possible any longer. Magic was growing weaker by the day, and a ritual like the one Harry wao perform would probably fail if they had stopped to smell the roses, so to speak. That was why, when the end came, Beltrix had gathered her ce and asked a boon of her new Lord… of her TRUE Master. She was loath to think that he would go ba time without help, without assistance… without HER. She was even more loath to think that he would go back to a time where her old self would be an enemy of his, and a loyal pet to the Dark Lord. That was why she’d asked him to do what he’d doo take her entire mind and suck it right out of her head, leaving her body ay husk. It wasn’t quite the same as a soul death at the hands of a Dementor, but it was close in a way. It was the only way for him t her back with him though, so he could shove her memories into her younger self. An insane idea, of course. Ohat Harry had warned her was likely doomed to failure. But Bel hadn’t cared. She was dead either way. That robably what had ultimately vinced him. His choice was to either leave her behind to meet oblivion with the rest of the world, or try and take her with him and likely lose her anyways. Only oion had any hope of keeping her around, so why not give it a try, right? There ractically no hope of it w though. There was… except it had, hadn’t it? Beltrix slowly blinks, her foggy and gzed over eyes finally snapping shut and then reopening as she realizes it had actually worked. g her way out of the depths of her mind, she moves about in the real world once more, finally unfreezing from her loeay processing her new memories. ing out of memory ne fully, Beltrix looks around and sees herself in a nondescript hotel room. She has no idea where she is, only that she’s sitting on a bed with her back against the wall… and her Lord is looking at her with some small amount of in his glowing emerald eyes. A quick check of her bared arm shows that her Dark Mark is once more covered in s, so even if the memory transfer hadn’t worked, she would still be eo his Will… as was right. “Bel? Are you with me?” She was. She was with him, just as she’d been iure that never was and hopefully would never be. But of course, Beltrix doesn’t just say that. Instead, she lunges across the bed and takes Harry to his back, pinning him dht then and there. Not that he’s at all bothered by her sudden aggression. In fact, the expression on her Master’s face is one of pure exasperation as he looks up at her with a sigh and pces his hands on her hips. “… Yeah, you’re with me.” Beltrix only moan as she grinds her crotto his, humping him rather wildly. She loved that he could just tell. After all, she was still just as insane as she’d ever been… but she was HIS insane, leashed Dark Wito one else’s. After a moment more of thought, she begins shuffling backwards, sliding down off of his crotch so she kneel between his legs instead. It’s been barely a day since she st did this, and also far too long, and also it’s never happe all. She has to, heh, make up for lost time~ -x-X-x- When Bel begins going for his belt, Harry siders stopping her for a moment before ultimately just letting her do it. Truth be told, only her innate magic had kept her from looking dht awful. He might have his Bel back, the memory transfer managing tainst all odds, but at the same time, she was still inhabiting her old body… the ohat had spent a decade and a half locked up on the Isle of Azkaban. Still, there WAS something incredibly sexy about her subservience. Harry could admit it… circumstances had made him not a very nice person iure he and Bel had e back from. When she’d finally made that attempt on his life, he’d been desperate. So desperate that he hadn’t put down Sirius’ killer like the rabid dog she was. … He old any of the others that he let her live, or that he had her under his thumb. There’d been a few near misses where some of his closest friends and allies had almost found out, but in the end, it had never e to pass. Harry didn’t know what it said about him that of everyone he’d brought with him into the past, it was Beltrix. Then again, he’s not sure if it would have worked with anyone else. There was really only room for o of extra memories in his head, and that was solely because of the damage Voldemort’s soul shard had doo him over the first portion of his life. Said soul shard was currently quarantined in this imeline, as Harry still inteo use it very shortly. Regardless, he could only take one additional ‘mind’ back with him… and in the end, it could only have beerix. Iing aire mind’s worth of memories into someone, even if they were teically their memories… was foolhardy ireme. Even if they were teically patible because it was the same person, it would be enough to drive anyone insane. Except… Beltrix Lestrange nee Bck was already insane. She was already a broken husk of a woman barely held together by first Voldemort and then his trol over her soul. In the end, she truly was the only one who could have survived the journey with him. And now she was sug his dick, having pulled it from his pants and ed her lips around the tip of his cock while her hands fohe lower half of his shaft as well as his balls. Sitting up on the bed, Harry grimaces as he siders whether to let her tinue on for the moment… or stoppihey were, after all, on a time ch. And they still had other things to get doonight, things far more important tharix’s fine, witchly ass giving him some head. At the same time though, her desperation and subservience spoke to something inside of him. Something hungry. With a sigh, Harry reaches out and pces a hand atop Bel’s head, opening his mouth to speak as her eyes flick to his, clearly waiting to hear what he has to say.