Harry Potter: The Witching Hour
Title: The Witching Hour
Fandom: Harry Potter
Pairing: Sirius Black/Bellatrix Lestrange
Rating: PG-13/R
Warning: Incest, Darkfic
For: chimbomba at hp_wishes
Prompt: Dark. The witching hour.
Wordcount: 323
Notes: I'm not incredibly happy with it, but when I try to make it better I like it less. >.>
Sirius didn’t know if Bellatrix was there or not, but in a way, it didn’t really matter, Or at least, so he told himself. He stared at the form of his cousin, her black hair unkempt from Azkaban, chains broken and wrists chafed.
“What are you doing here?” He managed, voice uneven, his eyes meeting hers, just as the clock struck twelve.
“You think you’re so much better.” Bellatrix snarled, moving towards him. “You think you’re so different, Sirius, but you’re no better, you’re just like me...” She didn’t even pause as she pressed a hand to his cheek, watching as Sirius pulled back, snarling.
“I am nothing like you.” Sirius snarled, fingers tightening around his wand.
“You are, you just don’t want to admit it.” Bellatrix pressed. “Black blood flows through your veins, and you feel the same draw as we all do. You try to fight it, to hide behind Gyffindor colours--but right now you know you want to kill me.”
Sirius froze, lowering his hand only slightly. “No.” He said quietly, “I’m nothing like you.”
“Deny it all you like, but you want revenge for your little friends,” Bellatrix said, eyes glinting. “You wanted to have killed that little rat, you want to hurt me...” She was taunting him, tormenting him. “Just like Orion always said--you’re a mirror of me, and we’re the same. You’ll never be as good as me.”
Sirius snarled again, moving so fast he barely even realised he had even done it. He pressed the steel chains around her throat and growled, her hair falling over his and their gray eyes meeting, bright and hard and identical, and as his hand tightened around her throat, he kissed her hard.
She laughed slightly, effervescent and downright evil, an as the clock struck half-past, she disappeared into vapor, leaving Sirius alone again in his cell as the demontors passed.
Fandom: Harry Potter
Pairing: Sirius Black/Bellatrix Lestrange
Rating: PG-13/R
Warning: Incest, Darkfic
For: chimbomba at hp_wishes
Prompt: Dark. The witching hour.
Wordcount: 323
Notes: I'm not incredibly happy with it, but when I try to make it better I like it less. >.>
Sirius didn’t know if Bellatrix was there or not, but in a way, it didn’t really matter, Or at least, so he told himself. He stared at the form of his cousin, her black hair unkempt from Azkaban, chains broken and wrists chafed.
“What are you doing here?” He managed, voice uneven, his eyes meeting hers, just as the clock struck twelve.
“You think you’re so much better.” Bellatrix snarled, moving towards him. “You think you’re so different, Sirius, but you’re no better, you’re just like me...” She didn’t even pause as she pressed a hand to his cheek, watching as Sirius pulled back, snarling.
“I am nothing like you.” Sirius snarled, fingers tightening around his wand.
“You are, you just don’t want to admit it.” Bellatrix pressed. “Black blood flows through your veins, and you feel the same draw as we all do. You try to fight it, to hide behind Gyffindor colours--but right now you know you want to kill me.”
Sirius froze, lowering his hand only slightly. “No.” He said quietly, “I’m nothing like you.”
“Deny it all you like, but you want revenge for your little friends,” Bellatrix said, eyes glinting. “You wanted to have killed that little rat, you want to hurt me...” She was taunting him, tormenting him. “Just like Orion always said--you’re a mirror of me, and we’re the same. You’ll never be as good as me.”
Sirius snarled again, moving so fast he barely even realised he had even done it. He pressed the steel chains around her throat and growled, her hair falling over his and their gray eyes meeting, bright and hard and identical, and as his hand tightened around her throat, he kissed her hard.
She laughed slightly, effervescent and downright evil, an as the clock struck half-past, she disappeared into vapor, leaving Sirius alone again in his cell as the demontors passed.