broken down

Hi, this is my first fic, it's a Harry/Bellatrix kind of fic but let me know what you think.


The war with Voldemort had been long and cruel. After an unsettling victory over the Ministry at a muggle the Ministry began paying for captured Death Eaters, male or female, in the same way that the Death Eater's had been doing with the muggles. At the orphanage gates, over twenty children, after being tortured and raped, had been staked in front of the building naked for the rest of the world to see. What was even more sickening was that Voldemort began targeting muggle orphanages to capture young children and sell them on the black market.

In the same way, living as a Death Eater, marked by the Dark Mark, could mean enslavement in a brothel or as a servant no better than a house elf, with the same treatment as any muggle slave when magical restraints bound them in their service to their new masters.

The slave practice slowly faded when Dumbledore and his Order of the Phoenix stepped in to take control of the situation. Instead of making a profit off of the captured Death Eaters, the felt that simply shipping them off to Azkaban would make a better statement to the rest of the Magical and Muggle world alike. At the downfall of Voldemort in Godric's Hollow, slave trade came to a complete halt.

With the rise of Harry Potter, the Boy who Lived, against the recently resurrected Voldemort, slave trade gradually began to pick up again, especially after the death of Dumbledore at the hands of the one, Severus Snape who was later found in...disrepair.

Harry Potter, who had no idea on how to tell the slave market to stop as Dumbledore had done, just ignored it instead. As the war slowly grinded on, in Harry's seventh year, he finally destroyed Voldemort, once and for all after destroying the Horcruxes and finally, Tom himself. It had been a formal duel in Diagon Alley where the forces of the order of the Phoenix had met an evenly matched Death Eater swarm, so it had been almost a 'winner take all' type of duel. Harry had cut Voldemort down, piece by piece. The Wizarding world celebrated like a fast rising storm.

The multitude of Death Eaters that had been caught were being sold to the highest bidders, mainly the families of those the Death Eaters had hurt the most. Rather than magical binding methods, magical families instead used curses to destroy the Death Eater's magical cores, rendering them magic-less. Other Death Eaters that were rounded up were placed on high prices as if they were exquisite pieces of art since they slowly began to die out.

In a few final efforts to round up the last few Death Eaters, Aurors stormed a small village where it was known in the underworld that many of the higher up Death Eater's had taken refuge there. Unbeknownst to Harry, the murderer of his beloved Godfather, Bellatrix Lestrange, had been caught.


Harry walked down Diagon Alley after visiting with the Twins at their joke shop. He walked to a platform where a large crowd had gathered to watch the bidding off of the remaining Death Eaters.

"And do my eyes deceive me?!?!" the auctioneer said in his exaggerated tone. "It's the Boy, or rather the Man Who Lived! Harry Potter!!!!" The crowd quickly turned to spy out Harry.

"Young man, savior of the Wizarding world, come up here please, we have an extra special surprise for you personally sir," the man said, to a red faced Harry. Harry still wasn't any good with crowds.

"Yes, ladies and gentlemen, we have a delightful surprise for the man whom most of use owe our lives to," he said. Titters were heard in the crowd. 'What was this surprise that he was building so much suspense about?'

"Ladies and Gentlemen, may I present to you, the infamous Bellatrix Lestrange."

An extremely small 3' by 3' by 3' iron wrought cage that housed the ragged Death Eater was wheeled up to the podium.

"Ass a gift from the Wizarding World to you Mr. Potter, I present to you free of charge, this fine slave who in the past had so cruelly wronged you. Let's give another round of applause to the Man Who Lived!!!" The crowd erupted in cheers. Harry's face was unreadable. The auctioneer asked Harry to give a few words.

"Ahem...I wish I could say more, but there appears to be a frog in my throat," Harry choked out. A few more titters were heard.

"...I-I'm sorry, thank you," Harry said, his stony façade cracking slightly. Only a year ago, the Daily Prophet had published an article about Harry and his wrongfully imprisoned Godfather. Everyone in the crowd understood his reaction and let him leave with a portkey and Bellatrix Lestrange in tow without any contest.


On a very small island about a couple hundred miles from Hawaii, Harry landed with his 'luggage' in tow inside a large beach house/manor that sat maybe half a mile away from the beach on top of a large plateau. He wheeled the cage into a corner and unlocked it with the key he had been given when he was presented with Bellatrix.

Bellatrix felt disgusted. Here she was, the beautiful, enigmatic, and charming right hand woman of Voldemort, stuck inside a dirty cage, only to be handed over to Harry bloody fucking Potter, the 'Man' who lived. As Harry opened the cage, she shot out, trying to stun Harry with accidental magic [she had forgotten her magical core was destroyed], by surprise, anything to get away from the one who had slain her master and husband. As quick as a flash, Harry grabbed the leash that was attached to the thick metal collar around her neck, preventing her from going any further than a few feet. He was surprised at her weakened state but supposed that her muscles had atrophied from being in the cage for so long.

"Lestrange," he said in the cold voice she had heard earlier.

"What do you want, widdle baby Potter," she sneered, trying to provoke him to kill her. Anything was better than being under the service of the one who had stripped her of all she was worth.

"Watch your tongue or I might not be as kind as I had planned," he said, venom laced in his tone. She knew of his heartlessness and yet his ability to forgive. He had tortured Lucius Malfoy into telling him where the vampire outpost was located, but he was able to forgive Blaise Zabini, the girl [I'm making her a girl!!] who had turned spy after being 'foced' to join in one of Voldemort's orphanage assaults.

She knelt before him, glaring at him, afraid that she might have just prepped herself for a life of torture in wherever this place was. But, in the spur of the moment, she spat in his face, taking pleasure in his surprise and anger.

She did not expect him to suddenly whip her with the old belt that was the portkey. An angry red cut lanced itself across her back, blood trickling from it slowly. She curled up in a ball as he whipped her seven more times, not giving him the satisfaction of her pain by screaming aloud. He knelt down and grabbed her bangs, pulling her hair up.

"You will learn your place in time whether you like it or not," he said calmly, his eyes flashing. His voice faded away as she met unconscious bliss.