#harry/bellatrix

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I'm warming up to Harry/Bellatrix rn

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[vesperkyno]

The Black Sisters

[talyris]

Genderswap! Harry Potter

[hiancii]

The Ace of Spades

[urlocallemgrem]

I’ve said it once and I’ll say it again- stop victimizing Narcissa Malfoy. The take that she was this wonderful person who was simply a victim of her circumstances is absolutely hot garbage. The same goes for Regulus as well.

No. She was an evil girl boss who wore her heritage and pure blood beliefs like a badge of honor. She was the matriarch of one of the wealthiest and most prominent wizarding families in the WORLD.

Lucius also wasn’t this “abusive” father that you all paint him out to be. He loved Draco dearly- and he spoiled him as such (even if some of his parenting methods were questionable). He was trying to keep his family alive while also being an asset to Voldemort. He took the hits for his family MULTIPLE times. I think a lot of you take the movie version of him at face value without actually looking at the context.

Narcissa quite literally threatened Harry when he taunted her about Lucius being in Azkaban. She also stood up for him to Bellatrix multiple times. The Malfoys were loyal to each other to a fault.

Bad people can still love each other!!! Let evil female characters be evil!!

[ellemisc]

The Black Sisters, as girls

[aezran]

Slytherins are written to be the opposite of what jkr considers “good” and “appropriate”.

You know what that means?

Episode two >>

happy pride

[dorlilymylovesss]

Regulus is very spoiled

Sirius and Andromeda, who carry him around and buy him whatever he wants, Narcissa, who lets him borrow books from her personal library even though no one else is usually allowed to touch them.

Belatrix, who teaches him to play the piano and shows him her soft side, which she rarely shows.

Regulus is their favorite, so he's grown up to be a bratty, hard-to-please guy

[iiilllsam]

“why didn’t you tell her?” 😫😫😫

[wookiecookiesfactory]

His woman in one hand, his side piece on the other, devilish

[yasministration]

Heir to the Dark Lord's Empire - mattheo riddle x lestrange!reader

summary: when you freak out and try to leave your first death eater meeting you've been forced to attend by your mother, Narcissa and Mattheo are quick to protect you, but in two wildly different ways... wc: 0.8k+ pt.2 to not okay

The Malfoy Manor had been stripped of all of the homeyness Narcissa Malfoy had spent years trying to build. The great hall of the manor was filled to the brim with death eaters, and you found yourself dragged into its mess with Draco and Mattheo.

Narcissa had a protective arm wrapped around her son’s torso, a challenge for Voldemort to try anything with him. She had already made Lucius promise to keep Draco out of any death eater business for as long as possible.

But she couldn’t do the same for you, because Narcissa Malfoy was not your mother.

No, Bellatrix Lestrange was, and she wanted you to become a death eater as quick as possible. But she couldn’t put you first, because unfortunately, in the death eater hierarchy, Mattheo Riddle came first.

The boy stood like a statue next to you, but despite the signature stoic stare on his face, you knew he didn’t want to be a part of this. But unlike you, Mattheo had accepted his fate long ago. He had stopped looking for ways to escape the chaotic life of a death eater.

Standing in the very back of the room, behind rows of death eaters, you felt Mattheo’s hand wrap around yours for a brief moment before letting you go, both your parents present with a sixth sense for fear.

You jumped as your mother suddenly gripped both your arms, whispering wickedly “It’s almost time.” Shivers were sent down your spine at her tone, and suddenly looking up, you met your aunt’s eyes from across the room. Narcissa looked as though she feared for your life.

You did too.

“I have to go.” You found yourself muttering, and Mattheo worriedly turned to look at you from one side, your mother’s head snapping towards you from the other. Her fingers tightly wrapped around your wrist, and you jerked away from her, attracting several masked faces to turn to look at you.

As your wrist slipped away from your mother’s grip, she immediately extracted her wand from her pocket, but before she could throw a single spell at you, quickly stumbling away from her, her wand flew out of her hands and clattered onto the wall.

Bellatrix’s eyes filled with fury, but just as she took angry steps towards you, a figure appeared in front of you with a loud, apparating pop. “Narcissa, move out of my way.” She threatened quietly, and from above your godmother’s shoulder you found a pair of worried brown eyes staring at you.

“No.” You weren’t only surprised at Narcissa’s steady and decided tone, but at the fact that she had stood up for you in front of Voldemort and his most loyal death eaters.

“You’re not her mother!” Your mother screeched, but Narcissa, ever calm, replied with “I may not be her mother, but I am more her mother than you’ll ever be.”

As Bellatrix opened her mouth, inevitably to attempt a wandless hex aimed at her own sister, a voice cut her off.

“That’s enough!” Mattheo’s deep, assertive grumble silenced the hall, and his father leaned back into his throne like chair, a proud smile on his face as he waited to see what his son had to say.

The heir to the Dark Lord’s empire.

“Petty arguments will not be accepted in the Dark Lord’s presence. Settle down. I’ll take y/n for a breath of fresh air; prepare her for what is awaiting her.”

Voldemort nodded approvingly, shooting your mother a glare. A snappy comment was sitting on the tip of Bellatrix’s tongue. Was Voldemort really going to let a boy speak to his most loyal follower that way? Yes, she realised, watching as his eyes followed his son out of the room.

One of Mattheo’s hands hovered over the small of your back as he walked you out of Malfoy Manor onto the grounds, where a cool breeze greeted you. “I’m sorry.” You muttered, tears gathering in your eyes in embarrassment. Mattheo’s face softened, and a gentle smile made its way onto his features. “Don’t apologise for anything. I know it’s scary.”

You let out a shaky breath, hesitantly reaching to hold Mattheo’s hand. The boy laced his fingers into yours, watching you carefully.

“They’re gonna give me the mark.” You addressed, finally coming to terms with it. There was no more running from it. Mattheo’s gaze dropped down momentarily to glance at his own dark mark, now covered by the sleeve of the suit of his blazer. The one his father had given him on his first night back home for the summer. The death eaters had celebrated wildly, but Mattheo wasn't phased. He only wanted to spend the night in your arms.

In that moment, watching the fearful look in your eyes, Mattheo decided that he would become loyal to his father, taking over the empire if he had to, just so he could protect you. Keep you as safe of a distance from missions as you could possibly be.

‘It’s to protect her.’ Mattheo would tell his father, ‘I don’t want them to hurt her’. And his father’s chest would swell with pride, knowing his son was aware of the dangers the order could bring them. The dangers Dumbledore could bring.

He didn’t care that Mattheo loved you, he didn’t care that Bellatrix wanted to make you a soldier. He cared that his empire was in safe hands, and therefore, you would be too.

[deswhomst]

Bellatrix Black, who was never told “I love you” by her parents so she never said it to her sisters, either. She believed that actions spoke louder and those words weren’t needed (because if they were necessary, someone would have said them to her).

Andromeda Black, who was never told “I love you” by her parents or older sister but Bellatrix made sure she felt loved nonetheless, in a way Cygnus and Druella never did for either of them. Andromeda, however, did care about words. She hated that those three were a taboo in her house (especially because she knew the love existed).

Narcissa Black, who was told “I love you” by her sister, Andromeda, and only her. When she felt like she wasn’t like the rest of her family because of her name, it was Andromeda who made her feel special for being different rather than letting her feeling like an imposter. So it was when Andromeda was disowned that Narcissa stopped believing in those words, too. If the only person who said that was also the person who abandoned her, it really didn’t mean anything and her parents and Bellatrix had the right idea all along.

[crystalineart]

The Black Sisters

pre Andromeda's disowning.

(first time drawing andy, yaaay)

[lilyerida]

Narcissa, Bellatrix and Andromeda

[digitkame]

Lucius, Severus, and Bella slandering the Ravenclaws.

I think it’s safe to expect no less from them_(:3」z)_ (these are not role-model people)

It was pretty fun to come up with these Slytherin boomers’ looks in the pre-Harry Potter days. Sev was the easiest because he is still in school, always dressed minimally (and I’ve been drawing him for more than a year.) Lucius took the most time to design because, well, he’s gotta look rich and also tasteful, looking down on people while he effortlessly flaunts those riches. Bella… Bella is goth lol.

(…sometimes I think it’d be cool if there’s an interactive game where I get to walk around Knockturn Alley and get insulted by these people.)

[augustuscaesarsalad]