#c. bellatrix

[aesthetic-crows]

BELLATRIX BLACK -

'The greatest Death Eater who ever lived'

[pandoraxnott]

Pandora had spent the last couple weeks tweaking with the clock, pleased with the final product that she pulled out a piece of parchment and sent an owl to the one that was most curious about this item. - @bellatrix-lestrxnge

Dear Mrs. Lestrange,

You requested that I reach out once I have corrected what needed to be done on the clock. I have made all adjustments that were needed and when you have time, I would appreciate if you would come when you have time to take a look at the finished product.

Take care,

Pandora Nott

[emirselwyn]

status: for @bellatrix-lestrxnge

Emir had been an Obliviator for many years, Charms had been his best subject and he found it easy manipulating and altering people's memories. It was a skill helpful to him at his day job as well as when he got sent out by the Dark Lord. There had been an explosion of assumed magical origin in a small Scottish town. They'd been sent there by the Ministry to question them. The Dark Lord gave them another task, as they suspected the Order hiding something close to the house that blew up. The task was a different one, but one he saw much more fitting. He liked working with Bellatrix, she was neither particularly chatty nor incompetent and always got results. Qualities he appreciated in colleagues. "Questioning them shouldn't take us long, with our combined efforts they'll spill everything and then we can wipe their memories and go back to the Ministry."

[slwagatha]

where: Blenheim Palace, Selwyn Wedding who: @bellatrix-lestrxnge

Today was the happiest day of Agatha's life, something she'd been dreaming of for so long finally coming true. Everything had been perfect, to the last detail, but what she considered to be most memorable was the fact that all the people she'd wanted by her side had been there for such a special moment. The witch had been swirling around a congratulatory wave of people, ever so thrilled, until she spotted a more than familiar face. The excitement washed over her, pulling Bellatrix into a hug even if knowing she wasn't particularly into this kind of demonstrations, but she was emotional and her friend was there, she couldn't quite help herself. "Ah, Bella, I'm married!" She chimed in between tears and laughter.

[rsrevan]

where: lestrange manor who: @bellatrix-lestrxnge

Ever since the new year started, Evan had been keeping mostly to himself, only engaging in the eventual night out for drinks but certainly not allowing any meaningful conversations. The one person he'd chosen to share the details with, outside of the ones who'd been made aware by his ex-betrothed, was his dearest cousin. He'd taken it upon himself to send an owl explaining how things had gone down after their last conversation and roughly what his next plans were. One thing alone was certain, he was not about to get betrothed again and he would have his fair share of fun, having been respectful of his bond to Alara for so long to have her calling him a cheater nonetheless, seemingly looking to blame him for her own shortcomings in their relationship. Realizing just how much he'd given up for their marriage to work had turned him into a rather weary wizard, what use was there if the other person wouldn't acknowledge any of it, turning him into a monster out of convenience to justify a decision she never had the guts to make.

Perhaps he was bitter, betrayal bringing out the worst of him, but the news of his cousin's disappearance fell heavy on his shoulders, finding more than enough reasons to leave the manor and make a proper comeback. First things first though, as he'd showed up at the Lestrange Manor, sitting comfortably in the living room waiting for his cousin to join him. His expression alarmingly calm, the corners of his lips pulled upwards as the witch walked into the room, her presence always noticeable. "Darling," he paused, greeting her, "it might be high time we took matters in our own hands. Got a bit of that thirst already, if you know what I mean."

[lilywalkers]

made a playlist for the noble house of black !

[evelynxzabini]

With: @bellatrix-lestrxnge Where: The Three Broomsticks in Hogsmeade

While there were days Evelyn simply had no interest in working, there were other days when there were benefits working in the Ministry. For instance, she'd learned of an innocuous little portkey situated outside of the Three Broomsticks that had been created for Order Members should they need it for meetings. The information had been passed along and it hadn't been long before she'd received orders to retrieve the portkey and change the location of where it would send those unfortunate enough to touch it. The perfect opportunity to bring their enemies directly into their hands.

She always enjoyed the opportunity of a mission, the chance to prove herself. Even more so when they'd informed her that Bellatrix would be joining her. She'd exchanged a few brief letters with Bellatrix as they planned when and where to meet, agreeing to meet inside the pub. It provided them with the perfect cover as to why they were there in the first place. A harmless drink while the hour grew later and patrons began to leave. She watched as another one of the Hogwarts staff walked out the door before she turned her attention back to Bellatrix, a smile playing on her lips. "You know we really must take time for this more often. Surely my company is far preferable to your husbands."

[alectocarrowx]

where: lestrange manor who: @brutal-bellatrix

It had been a day since her sudden arrival, summoning the strength to wander down into the study room, the warmth of the fire calling her name. A blanket wrapped around her, head leaning into the high side of the lounge chair, with a mug of tea in her hands.

Alecto had tea with his mother earlier, a little conversation had, explaining the incident she found herself in, leaving some key points out. Those were points that would be dealt with later.

Her head twists to the entrance of the study at the sound of heels clicking against the stone. The sight of Bellatrix standing there was a welcoming face. "It is I down here. Rabastan is upstairs with company."

[apollinebeausejour]

where: dusk on diagon alley who: @xrodolphusxlestrangex @brutal-bellatrix

Apolline had heard what happened at home, a letter sent from her mother, and at the end, it requested her to come home. She knew she would have to share with them what happened with Rabastan and why his family suddenly pulled away. She hated that she was disappointing her family, but she held no regret for her actions. He deserved to know how it felt to be powerless, that to have something held against him that he had no control of. The half-veela held no qualms for what she was. She had finally stepped into her her potential.

She was walking down the street, about to make it back to her flat, when she caught sight of a shadow from the corner of her eyes, turning around to find one covered by his robes and hood.

"Can I help you?"

[ravellaarryns]

who: @percival-templeton when: some weeks into the court of the vales return from the westerlands, there is news regarding the knight of ninestars. context: the aftermath of a skirmish. percival returns to the eyrie wounded, after an ambush that he suspects was set up by domeric stone.

the door creaked open with the weight of a man broken but unbowed, the heavy scrape of boots against stone loud in the hush of the queen’s solar. ravella arryn didn’t look up at first. the air still smelled of smoke and steel—battle’s sour breath—and something bitter beneath it: blood, not quite dry. her fingers drummed the armrest of her chair, nails clicking soft and sharp in the vast silence, before she let her gaze drift towards the figure now looming near the hearth.

he was a soldier, a knight of the vale; never would he take to his bed and implore for an audience to be there. he presented himself as men should be.

“you are late, lord commander.” she said, voice flat as the winter sky beyond the narrow windows, sounding as stern as she always did when they addressed one another. her eyes flicked over him—armour cracked and filthy, the gleam of blood, both old and new, streaking his temple where it matted the dark of his hair. “and you’re bleeding. again.” it took one look at him to realise that something had clearly taken place, and judging by the sounds of the mayhem and upheaval within the courtyard with the return of the lord commander's hunting party, this had to be it. it were common for her to see the knights of the vale bloodied from sparring; practice, was near perfect. less illusion, more realism.

she had kept herself away from the matter, lest it cause unrest and distress to the falcon son in her womb, ready to cleanse the world and put a right to all that was so utterly wrong.

she didn’t ask if it was his blood. it was obvious. the slow drag of his breath, the stiffness in his shoulder where it pulled too tight, the slump that pride alone barely held upright. ravella tipped her head, considering him like one might an animal that’d come home with a torn ear. it made him more appealing; attractive even, something that caused her gaze to linger just a moment too long. she cared not if she noticed it. “i imagine it was all terribly noble,” she drawled, rising at last, the silk of her gown whispering against the cold floor. she crossed to him, boots silent, though her presence pressed heavy in the room.

“swords raised. banners flying.” her fingers, cool and idle, traced the edge of his gorget, where the steel had been torn open by some near-fatal blow. she did not need to ask him who he thought was behind the ambush; all had heard the words exchanged by the men at the doors of the council following a regular meeting, in which pride and tempers had finally boiled over. it was only a matter of time before one of them made the first strike; they would be the death of one another, she thought - quite fondly.

she moved towards the table where maps lay scattered beneath the soft spill of candlelight, their edges curled and singed. her hand hovered over them before dismissing them with a flick. “do you intend to behead a snake this day?” she asked, a cascade of dark tresses hung over the small of her waist as she fixed him a look; she did not need to say the name. she wanted to hear him say the name.

[nancycattermole]

who : Bellatrix Black ( @bellaaegis)

Where : the great hall

Levitating in the air was a pair of ballroom shoes, high above the hoards of people. With only a few noticing their presence, those select few included Nancy, Bellatrix and the poor boy from eighth year who was in an unknown duel with Bellatrix Black. The young man’s wand was fighting a loosing battle against the older woman, and Nancy’s eyes narrowed as Bellatrix seemed to be chuckling to herself.

Typically Nancy was unwilling to cause any form of conflict or intervene in any bickering not to do with her. Somehow, Nancy found it difficult to walk away from this situation. Nancy walked past Bellatrix, intentionally bumping their shoulders together. Hopeful that it distracted the other woman from her enchantment. “Oh, I am sorry.” Her tone, a feigned surprised. “It’s just so busy. I didn’t seem to be looking where I was going.”

[alectocarrowx]

where: streets of london late at night who: @bxllatrix

This was what happened when Alecto was left alone to her own devices. Rabastan had gone away for a couple days with Emmeline to Italy, leaving her to uncontained chaos that needed to be released. Restraint teetered, tugging in both directions, emotions that seemed suffocating, and even after the torture she ensued interrogating with him, it was never quenched.

There may have been requests made and she would not wish to break them, yet it didn't hinder her to discover loopholes. The witch sauntered down the dark streets of London with Bellatrix at her side. The two together, death reapers on the prowl, meant only demise would trail behind. "I need a challenge. I thought mudbloods had stronger wills." She huffed, annoyance lanced in her tone. Her words were a lie, mudbloods were like flies, easy to pick off, but she was bored. "At least the last had more resemblance."

[pandoraxnott]

Pandora felt a wave of relief when Bellatrix granted her as many days as she needed. The last thing she wanted was to rush a spell and have it detonate in her face. She was still mastering the delicate art of unraveling cursed magic, teasing apart its threads and weaving them into something new. Something more stable. Something, at least in theory, less dangerous.

She was caught off guard by Bellatrix’s interest in trying her spells, especially given that she wasn’t entirely confident in them herself. “I can scribe you a copy,” she offered carefully. Most of her notebooks were hidden away, guarded from curious eyes. But something about the woman standing before her made it difficult to say no. “Give me a couple of days?”

There was something about fear that drew Bellatrix like a moth to a flame. A smile tweaked at the corners of her mouth, eyes full of clever knowing, continuing to ravage Pandora as she stood there quietly. She almost fancied she could hear her little rabbit heart, thudding away behind bones and flesh, unable to flee. Part of her wanted to terrify the poor girl into rampant submission. But she knew what she was doing. Cautious reverence was enough. She didn't want to be friends, neither did she want to be enemies. 'Colleagues' would perhaps be an appropriate label. Two people with a mutual interest in the dark and twisted. She was getting a kick out of testing Pandora's abilities. Her limits and her ambition remained to be seen. Only then would she decide how best to use her.

"Take all the days you want." Let no one say she wasn't generous. Pausing mid-olive spear, her eyes darted sideways and she reached for a napkin, sliding it purposefully towards the other witch. "Write down what you're trying to do with it. I'll attempt it myself. Let's see which of us has the best success. It'll be fun." It probably would. She did love dancing with danger.

[thisisntmyrightera]

The Slytherin Princess - Severus Snape ( Young ) x YN Black

Just a little of what I have in mind for young Severus, I hope you like it and give me your opinions so I can continue writing.

Plot: Young Severus Snape finds a true friendship in Y/N Black, Sirius's feared cousin and younger sister of the terrifying Bellatrix, little knowing that the scent of amortentia belonged to her.

Themes: Romance / Adventure / Fluff / Angst

Chapter 1

The Slytherin Princess

Sometimes, just sometimes, the heart is confused by finding a little affection. That was what Severus felt for Lily: love out of compassion.

The poor, defenseless child, abandoned to his fate by a submissive mother and an abusive father who had never felt true affection. How could such a defenseless being have honest feelings in his heart if they had never shown it to him? It was then, when Lily agreed to be his friend, that his heart made him believe it was the only thing he deserved and that she would forever belong to him.

That was until little Lily, in her innocence and following her heart, decided that she belonged in her Gryffindor house and would remain by the side of the man who, from day one, would make the lonely Snape's life even more impossible, James Potter.

Even when the soul is confused, you cannot manipulate it to follow the wrong path, even when you believe it is the right one. And the innocent "Snivellus" did not know that his soulmate would be the most powerful in every way.

YN Drusilla Astaria Black, born to Druella and Cygnus Black, the youngest of the family and the most loved and protected by her sisters, Bellatrix, Andromeda, and Narcissa, nothing could be wrong with the girl with Y/C/H hair and enchanting eyes, except for being a member of the aristocratic House of Black, as well as the sister of Bellatrix, the youngest Death Eater currently and a follower of the Dark Lord.

Every Slytherin feared the presence of this fragile but imposing girl. She had no friends, no suitors, and her daily life was based on reading and secretly practicing magic. Sometimes, when she got bored of practicing the spells she already knew by heart, she liked to go to the third-floor bathrooms to chat with her talkative friend Myrtle.

"You know, you're the only girl who dares to come here without laughing at me. You're very different from your sister." The girl with big eyes and round glasses reminded the heiress of the Black how different she was from her older sister whenever she had the chance.

"Sometimes I wish everyone else could see me the way you see me, Myrtle, even if it's just taking the time to know my name and not call me Nepotrix." Her bright Y/E/C eyes would moisten whenever she remembered that she would never fit in with the "normal" boys at school.

Her thoughts came and went. It wasn't possible that of all her sisters, she had the noblest heart, and yet, because of the reputation of her ancestors, no one noticed, and absolutely everyone decided to avoid her. She felt like a failure. Those thoughts echoed so loudly in her head that she didn't notice that as she walked, her tunic became tangled in the grass, and the laughter of some mischievous children sounded from behind a large oak tree.

"Who wants to see Snivellus's underwear?" James Potter shouted to his friends as they all laughed and pointed his wand at the thin and shy black-haired boy that YN often found alone reading in the Slytherin room - Expelliarmus

Y/N watched as the pale boy's wand flew out, leaving him unarmed as he was cornered against the oak tree.

"Look guys, he's scared," the bespectacled boy chuckled, pointing his wand at the pale neck covered in strands of black hair.

Her books fell to the floor with a loud thud, making Remus turn around, wiping off his smile. He knew her, he knew she was the best in Charms class and wouldn't hesitate to defend someone from her house.

"James," the brown-haired boy called after him slowly. "James…stop."

´´I haven't even started yet, Moony.´´James laughed, moving away from the cornered boy, swinging his wand, making the pale boy float in the air while he was clearly short of breath.

´´Stupefy ´´The young witch's black and gold wand barely pointed at the Bully when a transparent wave came out of the tip, causing him to lose his balance and fall stunned. The impact of the suspended boy's body on the floor made the entire group of worried boys not know where to look, stunned and disoriented. "Who's next? You think you're very brave for being in a group, but I assure you, you're cowards. Go away!" the girl shouted angrily without lowering her wand.

While the Gryffindor group helped their leader and left as quickly as possible, some stumbling, looking back from time to time, making sure they didn't receive a hex from behind.

"Are you okay?" Y/N looked at him worriedly, putting her wand in her robes as she quickly approached to help him get up from the floor. "Did you hurt yourself?"

The boy didn't say anything, he didn't even look at her, ashamed and humiliated by what had happened. It was obvious that it wasn't the first time, but in the same way, no one had previously witnessed it and they had realized how ridiculed he was by his school enemies.

''You have… something on your face'' carefully her soft hand tried to arrange his black strands of hair but he just walked away growling a little ´´I'm sorry no… I shouldn't have dared to do that .. ´´ she sighed looking at the floor embarrassed, she knew how uncomfortable her presence was for everyone and it was obvious that there was no difference with the pale boy ´´ I hope you get better ´´ she smiled a little moving away to pick up her books from the floor arranging them carefully in her arm to walk away slowly, looking for another refuge where she could read without disturbing even those she wanted to help

But that day as she walked away this time that shy boy looked at her, not like he normally did with everyone else, with fear and worry that she would come back and hurt him, if not, that day something inside Severus changed, he felt his heart beat strongly and as the evening breeze blew through the leaves of the trees he could recognize a scent that made him furrow his eyebrows and cover his nose, that scent that He had only smelled the scent of night breezes and roses in Potions classes before, making his stomach churn and tingle inside him.

That night, poor Severus didn't sleep. He constantly stared at the moon through his bedroom window, and when he grew tired of this, he turned to stare at the ceiling.

For her part, Y/N's eyes couldn't take their eyes off the same moon Severus occasionally gazed at, wondering what she had to do to feel more supported and loved by her classmates.

Even though sometimes those thoughts were suppressed by the memory of that pale, quiet boy. Was he still okay? Did he still feel pain from that fall, or was his ego bruised? His dark eyes were beautiful, she thought, smiling slightly, barely feeling embarrassed by her own thoughts.

The next morning she headed quickly towards Professor McGonagall's classroom, her favorite teacher despite being a Gryffindor. She entered quickly hoping she hadn't arrived late enough, stopping next to that quiet and mysterious boy who barely looked at her through his strands of hair. But she didn't want to make him uncomfortable any more than she possibly already had, so she took a deep breath and turned to Sirius, her cousin, while clearing her throat, making the curls of her hair jump as she turned her head curiously.

"Well, well, what's my favorite cousin doing here? Do you miss me?" The heckler laughed, causing James and Peter to do the same in chorus behind her.

"I miss kicking your ass like my sisters do." Her books hit the table without taking her eyes off him as she sat down abruptly, pushing him a little. "I see. If sitting with your own family bothers you so much, why don't you just leave and sit next to your weak and pathetic friend, huh?" His slender fingers moved a strand of hair from her face, causing her to look at him in annoyance. "Maybe I need help, just like yesterday." "You son of a bitch…" The door opened, prompting everyone to settle into their seats and pay attention to the respected teacher.

This time, the class was about Transfiguration, a subject that interested Y/N deeply, so much so that she had been reading about it daily in her quest to become a shapeshifter like her favorite teacher. But Severus, that poor boy, couldn't stop paying attention to Y/N. Every time she bent down to write, her hair cascaded over her shoulders, her smooth skin shone with the lit candles, and her legs looked like a pair of porcelain adorned with those dark stockings. Why was he paying so much attention to her? This time, he hadn't even noticed Lily sitting closest to him, and as soon as McGonagall announced the end of class, he practically ran out, trying to hide as far away as possible so as not to be found by the Marauders or any other students who had started making a habit of bothering him.

During the night, YN, as usual, went up to the abandoned bathroom, the one where she chatted with her only friend, Myrtle.

"I met a new boy today," the girl with glasses laughed as she circled near the window. "He's so handsome, somewhat, and with eyes as dark as if they were empty."

´´Really?" Her mortal friend laughed, looking at her as she turned the page in her book. "And what was his name?"

´´Hmm, I don't remember." The ghost approached her, curious, making a gesture of innocence and mischief. "I think it was… Sev… Bastian, or… maybe…"

´´Severus?´´ YN replied as the innocent dead girl fluttered around clapping her hands. ´´How do you know Severus?´´

´´Oh, are you jealous?´´ He laughed childishly covering his mouth ´´He's just my friend, you know. I talked to him a little and he told me he likes a girl. He said she was pretty and very smart, that her scent reminded him of the autumn night breeze and the flowers in the common room'' Myrtle smiled floating while YN smiled a little feeling a lump in her chest and her hands squeezed her book. ´´It's possibly not even you.´´

You're such a wretch. - YN threw her book so hard that it went through the misty form of the floating girl while she laughed mischievously hiding in a cubicle. ´´ Of course I'm pretty and smart, silly girl´´ She stood up abruptly grabbing her book from the floor while taking long strides towards the door, leaving without realizing that when she turned in the hallway she would collide with a cold and hard form making her stumble. The only thing stopping her from falling to the floor was a pair of hands that held her by her arms. ´´ I'm… sorry, I… I don't I saw´´

Did you hurt yourself? - a cold, deep voice made her look up, barely noticing in the moonlight that pale face adorned by pitch-black hair. She barely managed to shake her head as she adjusted her robes and picked up her book. ´´ I'm sorry, I didn't see you either.´´

´´Yes, it's… it's okay, don't worry.´´ she smiled at him embarrassedly, trying to get past him to return to the dormitory, but their clumsiness made them dance a couple of times, each trying to go their own way, making both teenagers laugh embarrassedly, hearing for the first time that deep laugh from the silent Snape. ´´I'm sorry… ´´ They both erased their smiles, hearing footsteps and James's voice whispering, while at the beginning of the corridor they could see

They both erased their smiles as they heard footsteps and James's whispering voice, while at the beginning of the corridor they could see the group of Marauders walking with their wands performing the Lumus Charm.

"Shit," the dark-haired girl sighed, "it's my cousin and his stupid friends." She looked at him with round eyes, taking Severus's arm and pulling him away. "Let's go, they'll probably come for you."

"But…" the boy barely followed her, tripping over his robes as he looked back fearfully, listening to the group's shoes echo on the floor of the abandoned corridor as they tried to run.

"They're moving away, this way," Sirius shouted in a whisper.

"Come on…" YN pulled Snape, both of them hiding behind a column while she put her book in her robes. "Do you trust me?" Severus looked at her curiously. Of course he didn't trust her. He barely knew her. She was a Black, Sirius's cousin, and the sister of a Death Eater. Of course he didn't trust her. "I don't care. You'll just have to trust me. Hug me."

"What?" Severus looked at her nervously and astonished. How dare she ask him to do that?

"Hug me quickly." He barely managed to wrap his arms around her as she stood on her toes, wrapping her arms around his slender neck. Severus felt a sensation of suffocation and imbalance, falling suddenly onto a smooth, hard surface. "I'm sorry, I always let you fall."

He barely managed to open his eyes, noticing with difficulty that he was in the Slytherin common room. Fortunately, there was no one around. He was lying on the dark carpet in the middle of the great hall, his head spinning repeatedly as he watched the girl easily get up.

"What… was that?" His face looked scared, almost incredulous at what had happened as she smiled, sitting in the black leather armchair, looking at him almost amused.

"I teleported us both. It's a simple spell, but it requires concentration. One day I can teach you if you want. Can I help you?" Her smooth hand approached him carefully, but again he rejected her, standing up only to shake his robes.

"How do you know? They were looking for me?" He looked at her worriedly, standing without moving, waiting for an answer.

"Me? It's probably because of their stupid map." "Which map?" "The Marauder's Map" is a silly parchment that Sirius and his friends have. On it, they can see all the names of teachers and students within the Hogwarts grounds, and the map shows where they are going and where they are. "So, that's how they always manage to find me?" He looked at her worriedly. "I'm afraid so." She looked at him sadly. "I'm so sorry about how my cousin treated you. He's just as much of an idiot to me, but my sisters tend to scare him."

She smiled, making him look down, not avoiding her friendly gesture, but avoiding her smile and the blush that had turned her face behind the strands of her hair.

"Well, Sev, I hope I've helped you today. Good night." She smiled at him again, getting up slowly, walking beside him to the girls' wing, once again sending him that scent of night breeze and roses.

"Good night," whispered the outcast boy.

[hollowed-theory-hall]

What PJO cabins do you think the HP kids other than Harry would be in? I feel like maybe it'd be either Apollo or Athena for Ron, and perhaps Ares (or Athena, if Ron's a child of Apollo) for Hermione?

(I accidentally sent an unfinished ask last time)

Well, I'm not going to give as deep of an analysis, but sure, this is fun.

Harry was mentioned here, where I settled on Apollo cabin, but a more distant descendant of Hades.

The Weasely twins have to be related to Hermes in this AU; there is no other option. And because Hermes is a god of way too many things, I think it works well with the other Weasley children as well:

Bill - Hermes is the god of travelers & wit

Charlie - Hermes is the god of shepherds. What is a dragon tamer if not a dragon shepherd?

Percy - well, Hermes is also the god of language & oratory, which Percy is involved with as an undersecretary in the Ministry.

Ron - Well, I already mentioned Hermes is the god of wit & cunning, which I think applies to Ron.

Ginny - Herems also happens to be the god of athletes.

Basically, I want all the Weasleys to stay siblings, also on the godly side of things. Though, like with Harry, I don't really want to remove either of their parents, so let's make Hermes Arthur's dad, or something.

Hermione - Athena is a classic choice for her, and I think it fits for her wit and learning side + the dash of ruthlessness that Athena is associated with as a war goddess.

Fleur - has to be a daughter/granddaughter of Aphrodite with the veela magic.

Draco - I'm going, Dionysus, because Draco is a theater kid if I've ever seen one. I think if Hogwarts had a drama class, it would've improved his life dramatically. Also, he gives me the vibe. (But I like his relationship with Lucius... we'll need to find a solution for that)

Severus - I considered Athena, for craftsmanship, wit, and warfare aspects.

Sirius - I'm kinda leaning toward Ares. Violence & bloodshed, these things that are the epitome of what we see of the Black family in canon. His animagus form is linked to the Grim, a harbinger of death. I just like this for him. Plus, it'll be fun, because in this AU, I want Bellatrix to also be a daughter of Ares, so it'll be fun. (Also, Ares is associated with dogs).

Lupin - Like, Zeus is known for his association with wolves; Zeus Lykaios is one of his epithets. "Lykaios", meaning wolf, and the origin of the word "Lycanthropy". That being said, Apollo is also associated with wolves and is a better fit for Remus, probably. (Though the Zeus Lykaios is fun).

Tom Riddle - He was a tough one for me. I think the funest way to go for this AU, is Apollo. a) for the connection to Harry. b) Beauty, plague & knowledge being among Apollo's domains. c) Association with snakes. d) Prophecy. Though I can see Posidon perhaps, mostly for vibes (earthquakes & destruction) rather than a deep analysis.

Albus - I kinda wanna go Zeus. Like, it fits his behaviour, his arrogance, and he is skilled. Idk, it makes sense to me.

Again, this is something quick and fun and not to be taken too seriously.

[luciusmalfoyx]

Lucius was cautious with the words that spilled from his mouth. The last thing he wished for was to give his sister-in-law the fuel to tear him apart. The blonde was a confident man, wielding the power to gain what was required of him with the cause, and able to deal with those that crossed his path, yet, when it came to Bellatrix, he was inclined to remain in one piece.

He blinked a few times, silent, not sure if he heard her correctly, agreeing with his thoughts. This was a first. Lucius took the opportunity to further this notion. "Why then, why don't we scheme a little." A devious smirk crossed his features, ordering them another round of drinks.

END

She didn't miss his apprehension, observing it like a vulture hovering weakened prey. It caused her skin to prickle pleasantly, adrenaline pulsing through her rich heart and pulling a mirthful smile across her lips, where annoyance had been present mere minutes ago. Inconstant and turbulent, her moods were at least steadied by her love for cruelty - even if this was just making Malfoy stare at her with over-zealous caution.

His words, however, did cause her pause. Who'd have thought he'd come up with a suggestion that was worth considering. Certainly not her. She studied him, reluctant appreciation crossing her expression. "You make an excellent point, Lucius. I was going to attempt to get him fired, but perhaps it would be more useful to let him destroy the Aurors from the inside. I wouldn't mind giving him a helping hand over the brink of sanity, either."