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4 months ago

@theartfuldodger26 Your post made me laugh (in a good way) so I had to write something based off it but I don't know if I'll ever finish it so I've decided to just post what I have instead of condemning it to Notes app purgatory.

OG post: “So, there're three options for the teenaged Bella/Tom dynamic. Bella is hideously bigoted towards him and he completely ignores her (until they fuck), OR Bella is hideously bigoted towards him and he is extremely cool with her (until they fuck), OR Bella is hideously bigoted towards him and they argue often (until they fuck).“

Bellatrix Black takes it upon herself to be hideously bigoted towards the sole half-blood (maybe Mudblood) in Slytherin House. Tom Riddle can’t risk detention, so he chooses the cloak-and-dagger method to get back at her. Why do they care so much about each other’s opinions, anyway?

Of course, the last thing Tom Riddle should be doing right now is messing with the blasted Head Girl.

For one, the whole school (except him) is terrified of her, and for very good reason. Bellatrix Black is a witch of formidable power, great intelligence and pride, and a furious temper. And if she catches him placing a very nasty and elaborate curse on her favourite quill, he’ll be the next subject of her ire. That will lead to a duel, and Tom can’t afford to have a detention on his perfect record. All the same, he can’t let her insults go unpunished.

She started it, Tom thinks, shaking his head. She always does. 

Last night, before they went on patrol, Tom accidentally knocked her bottle of ink over, and she took it upon herself to leap from her chair to call him a ‘filthy, lying, thieving Mudblood,’ in front of the whole common room no less. Red had swum before Tom’s eyes as she ranted about how disgusting and dirty he was, and how he didn’t deserve to be at Hogwarts, much less in Slytherin House, eyes flashing, and it had taken every ounce of his composure and even Occlumency to keep his lips pressed tightly together, bite his tongue, and ignore her. Oh, how he’d itched to tell her it was her own fault for leaving her ink unattended at the very edge of the table, or, better yet, to challenge her to a duel.

And then, he’d headed deep into the dungeons so no one could hear him, and screamed, just so he could blow off enough steam to have some patience left for their patrol.

One of Bellatrix’s younger sisters, Andromeda, had given him a sort of guilty look upon his return. But that did absolutely nothing to quell Tom’s fury.

And so, here he is, indulging in a fit of petty revenge, that scratches an itch neither Calming Draught nor nicotine ever can.

No one, not even Abraxas Malfoy, gets under Tom’s skin the way Bellatrix does, but he can’t let her know that she has that power over him. And given that Abraxas is three years Tom’s elder, attacked him at night, and made it his personal mission to make Tom’s life hell as soon as he suspected Tom to be Muggle-born, while Bellatrix has only gone as far as to be over-the-top verbally abusive, that doesn’t make sense.

Maybe it’s his increased exposure to Dark magic over the years. Irritability is the most well-known and common side effect.

No use pondering it. He speaks the last bit of the incantation, then stands up slowly and quietly. It’s three in the morning, and everyone in the girls’ dormitory is fast asleep. Tom, having grown up in an orphanage (thank God he doesn’t have to go back, ever again) is well-versed in the act of sneaking around without rousing anyone from their slumber. 

As he tiptoes towards her bookbag to replace the quill, Tom notices that the curtains around her bed are not fully shut. He glowers at her sleeping form — long, thick hair splayed out across the green pillowcase, a slight frown on her forehead, her mouth slightly open. The thought of hexing her in her sleep doesn’t cross his mind — cursing her items is one thing, but attacking an unconscious person is just cowardly and therefore utterly below him. Instead, Tom’s mind finds itself drawn to the surprising thought that, when she’s not insulting his supposed blood status, Bellatrix Black is actually quite beautiful. He has to confess that he never understood what Mulciber and the others were on about during their girl-crazy phase (upon reflection, they’re still in that phase). But now, he feels the cold-hot-cold fire of hatred mix with… something else unknowable, as he stares at her.

She stirs a little in her sleep, and Tom freezes. Why didn’t he think to use a Disillusionment Charm?

Luckily, she falls back into a deep sleep, and Tom hastily makes his escape. When he shuts the door between him, he’s sweaty and breathing hard, cold adrenaline racing through his veins. His legs feel shaky.

Silently, he makes his way back to the seventh-year boys’ dormitory, where the sound of Mulciber’s snoring instantly embraces him. It’s late, and he’s got N.E.W.T. Transfiguration with Dumbledore in the morning, so Tom gets into bed, pulls the sheets over his head, and hopes for dreamless sleep.

:・゚✧:・゚✧.・。.・゜✭・.・✫・゜・。.:・゚✧:・゚✧

The ambient sounds of the dormitory are the first thing to greet Bellatrix in the morning, before she even opens her eyes. For some reason, she had a strange dream last night, of a figure looming over her.

Probably nothing. Bellatrix doesn’t go in for all that Divination nonsense, anyway. Her N.E.W.T.’s are coming up; it’s expected that she would experience some symptoms of stress.

As long as I do the House of Black proud, she thinks, sitting up, locating her hairbrush, and attending to the knots her hair has accumulated from tossing and turning all night. 

By the time she is done with her toilette, her hair is glowing with a glossy sheen, her tie has been done up, and her Head Girl badge neatly pinned to her robes. She points her wand at her perfume bottle, lifting her hair from behind her ears as it hovers there, dousing her in a light cloud of scent. 

She’s the first to leave the dormitory, some of the other girls still asleep, their curtains still drawn shut. No matter, she can take points later if necessary.

The seventh-year Slytherin boys are just ahead of her as she slips out of the common room and into the dark dungeon hallway — the Head Boy, Tom Riddle’s soft, silky tenor carries further than the deeper voices of the others, and Bellatrix sneers at his unpleasant accent besmirching the halls of Hogwarts. He sounds like a barrow-boy, and when they pass the group of boys, she makes sure to tell him exactly that.

“Who do we have here?” Bellatrix places her hands on her hips, and advances forward, everyone but Riddle shrinking back. “Riddle, I was thinking,”  she adds sweetly, “with the way you sound— don’t you have apples to sell in a wheelbarrow?”

Some of the boys behind him titter, hurrying to suppress their laughter.

But Riddle ignores her, as usual, not even blinking, the corners of his mouth and his eyebrows perfectly steady, though he shifts his feet uncomfortably, as if to attempt to hide his shabby but nicely-polished shoes. Bellatrix looks him up and down again, scanning him for more faults — she has no idea why riling him up amuses her so, but she’s not one for self-denial.

She can’t fault the rest of his appearance — his robes, like his books, may be secondhand, but everything is folded and creased and ironed impeccably; even the Head Boy badge is immaculately polished and gleams in the light. Not a strand of his jet-black hair is out of place, neatly gelled back, and not a hint of five o’clock shadow is visible, which is more than she can say for most of the seventh-year boys.

It is then that Bellatrix realises she has effectively been ogling Tom Riddle, who stares back at her impassively. How she hates that impassive, cold stare, made even worse by the innocent sloe-eyes. 

“Nothing to say?”

He shakes his head slowly and deliberately, and then breezes past her without a word. Bellatrix turns on her heel as she watches his retreating back, her blood boiling. 

She will make him break. She knows how to push everyone’s buttons (but not his, apparently). She will make him snap, like when he duelled Abraxas in their common room in the fourth year, his glorious rage and (though she loathes to admit it) sheer power intrigued Bellatrix, and, by Morgana, she will see Tom Riddle’s composure break again, and she will be the cause and witness.

Yes, she thinks, as she enters the Great Hall. She will push Tom Riddle, that hateful, dirty Mudblood, right to the edge, and find the true source of his mysterious power, that he definitely shouldn’t have.


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3 months ago

We're in agreement that Bellatrix thinks Lucius, is a bum right? As in, she is 'okay' with Narcissa marrying him because he's a pureblood, but she regards (and refers to him) as Narcissa's Loser Cringe Boyfriend?


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Bellatrix: we once told Reg a watermelon was gonna grow in his stomach and I kid you not, he looked at us straight in the eyes and said, "Nope, because there's no sunlight so you're wrong and education has failed you."

Sirius: That little freak was five at the time


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Black sisters portrait i’ve spent too much time on <33

Black Sisters Portrait Ive Spent Too Much Time On
Black Sisters Portrait Ive Spent Too Much Time On
Black Sisters Portrait Ive Spent Too Much Time On
Black Sisters Portrait Ive Spent Too Much Time On

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Once again pushing my Reggie and cissa besties agenda!!

(Not all these scenarios work together they're just a silly mix of ideas)

- they'd both lost siblings and they helped each other with that. They talked about Andy and sirius and how they missed them

- even when most of the family wouldn't accept reg being trans, cissa stayed with him. She'd even buy him new clothes

- they'd make fun of sirius and Bella together, saying that for how much they disliked each other they were quite similar, but don't tell them they said that

- when reg told her how he felt about James, she told him about Alice. About how she wished she didn't let her go. She told him to go for it. To keep james close

- when regulus got the mark, she'd helped him deal with the pain. She'd stay with him. Hold him as he sobbed.

- she was the last person he spoke to before going to the cave

- in a world where reg chose to run away, she helped. She made sure he could still contact her, made sure he'd be safe. She helped him pack and get out

- at family gatherings, she'd notice when regulus would disassociate. So she'd nudge him under the table and smile at him. Or she'd make some excuse to get him out of there for some air

- when cissa was expecting, one thing she was most excited about was for her baby to meet uncle reggie


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4 months ago

What if Regulus survived the cave and killed and polyjucied into Bella?

Regulus got out of the cave and killed a random family member

And that was Bellatrix

He was able to have a husband, a good relationship w/ a sibling, live his life how he would have wanted just in a different body

And then November 1st 1981.....

Sirius is in the same cell as him and barty (who knows his regulus), and all sirius is doing is crying and screaming for his friends, boyfriend, to forgive him for everything he has ever done

And regulus needed to be mean to sirius

After the death and betrayal of his best friends and all reg can do is laugh like an idiot

and a few years after they both escaped, Azkaban Reg kills Sirius, or hits him with a spell which lead 2 his death

Only 2 get killed 2 yrs later


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2 years ago

Bellatrix: Guys, Halloween isn’t a date on the calendar.

Lucius: Yeah it is. It’s the 31st.

Bellatrix: No, Halloween is in your hearts. Every time a little kid cries in fear that’s Halloween. As long as you carry the sprit of destruction and vandalism in your hearts, everyday is Halloween.

Lucius, pointing to a calendar: No, look, it’s the 31st.


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2 years ago

Would you mind making some edits of the death eaters? Lol I kinda just want to see some cool stuff of Bellatrix, Regulus, Evan, the Lestrange brothers, Snape, Lucius, Barty Crouch Jr., the Carrow twins, Greyback and Dolahov that's. Ya know. Not murder-y. Prickish.

Would You Mind Making Some Edits Of The Death Eaters? Lol I Kinda Just Want To See Some Cool Stuff Of
Would You Mind Making Some Edits Of The Death Eaters? Lol I Kinda Just Want To See Some Cool Stuff Of
Would You Mind Making Some Edits Of The Death Eaters? Lol I Kinda Just Want To See Some Cool Stuff Of
Would You Mind Making Some Edits Of The Death Eaters? Lol I Kinda Just Want To See Some Cool Stuff Of
Would You Mind Making Some Edits Of The Death Eaters? Lol I Kinda Just Want To See Some Cool Stuff Of
Would You Mind Making Some Edits Of The Death Eaters? Lol I Kinda Just Want To See Some Cool Stuff Of
Would You Mind Making Some Edits Of The Death Eaters? Lol I Kinda Just Want To See Some Cool Stuff Of
Would You Mind Making Some Edits Of The Death Eaters? Lol I Kinda Just Want To See Some Cool Stuff Of

The Young Deatheaters

ik they're like,,, murdering racists,,, but this is a pretty god tier friend group ngl


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2 years ago

Lucius to Severus : My future wife must be beautiful, the important thing is that she has to be dedicated and loyalty to our future family.

________________MEANWHILE________________

Narcissa to Bellatrix : My future husband doesn't have to be handsome but has to be talented wizard and the important thing is that he has to put our Family is the first priority.

Lucius To Severus : My Future Wife Must Be Beautiful, The Important Thing Is That She Has To Be Dedicated

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8 months ago

I have decided to bend cannon and make my own group of misfits for my enjoyment:

Regulus, Barty, Lucius, Narcissa, Bellatrix, Severus, and of course Y/N (for the readers enjoyment.)

I’d like to call them the chaos club

Their ages are relatively similar in this reality and they all live a happy life because I cry when they die ☹️

Please don’t come at me in the comments if you don’t like this. I will frown

Links to the little blurbs:

Be Yourself

Scared Lucius

‘hi.’

Crying

Purified Water

My will to live

“BLOODY FUCKING WAND!”


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8 months ago

Chaos Club

Severus: Hello Bellatrix, made anyone cry today?

Bellatrix: Sadly, no. But it’s only 10:00.

Y/N: Lucius is in the common room.


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8 months ago

Chaos Club

Barty: Poison is a magic transmutation potion that turns people into corpses.

Regulus: *holding a kitchen knife* This knife is actually a magic wand.

Severus: Meet me in the back of the Hogs Head for a wizard duel.

Bellatrix: *cocks gun* Muggle magic missile.

Lucius: What in Merlin’s beard is wrong with you people.

Y/N: *Eating a pumpkin pastie* Shut up you stupid glorified peacock.


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8 months ago

Chaos Club

Regulus: Just be yourself.

Lucius: Really? Regulus, I have one day to win over Narcissa’s parents.

Lucius: How long did it take for you guys to like me?

Y/N: Couple of weeks, I found your hair pretty.

Bellatrix: Six months. And only because watching you scream is funny.

Severus: Jury’s still out.

Lucius: See Regulus? ‘Just be yourself,’ what kind of garbage advice is that?!


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