章 21: MINISTRY UNDER ATTACK
[Torture chamber] [Ministry of Magic]
Bellatrix Lestrange was lying in the corner of the dark and cold stone room. Her body was sore as the constant electrical jolts she experienced left a scarring ache. She couldn't move, bound in place by chains, completely defenseless, yet her eyes scanned the area wildly trying to look for a way out. In another corner, an old, bat-like, decrepit house-elf was bound by the same thick chains.
She looked at her severed left wrist as the battle played on in her mind, a scene which, along with many other things she could not explain, would give her nightmares for several years. She and the others were on point blank as they used the killing curse on that unknown man who was raising the undeads. She saw the curse coming out of her wand, but the next moment everything flipped, as if a new reality had been imposed itself on top.
There she was dancing in pain and laughter, unable to scream or utter a single word as blood sprayed from her severed arm.
Bellatrix didn't know what happened or how it happened. But one thing she was certain about is that she must get out of this torture chamber and reach her lord at any cost because that man who put her in this situation might be the biggest threat the Dark Lord will face in the upcoming battle. The amount of bloodlust she felt from him and those cold green eyes with an unearthly glow... She nearly just pissed herself thinking about those eyes again. She shut her mind off, trying hard not to think about her arm.
'Is it possible that he is more powerful than the Dark Lord? He killed hundreds of dark wizards and many Death Eaters without any apparent difficulty, and he did all that without using the killing curse even once. As far as I am aware, no one is supposed to be capable of wielding magic of such magnitude in such an unrestrained fashion. But that magic to raise the dead, capable of using spells that had not yet been invented in the Wizarding world, or the even older ancient dark ritual magic that only dark priests from ancient times were believed to be able to perform, and yet, here he is not looking a day older than twenty. Surely not a normal wizard.' Bellatrix's thoughts kept her mind occupied so as not to panic.
However, she couldn't hold it any longer and let her bladder loose, which, to her great embarrassment, made her laugh even in her situation. She pissed right in her black robes.
'Voldemort vs that unknown boy. I pledged my loyalty to the Dark Lord because his power was supposed to be absolute. So, it's only fair for the weak to devote their life to him. This is his will. To kill me or spare me is all up to him. But what if I'm wrong? The way he used those spells, I'm sure he's pure blood, and not just a pure blood but probably from an ancient dark family lineage. Then how could he have become this powerful before the age of twenty without anyone knowing?' she could feel a sweat drop falling down the back of her neck, sticking to the roots of her matted, dirty, black hair.
Bellatrix was having a second thought now. The Dark Lord, who claimed to be the only true lord that she must serve no matter how grim the situation. Not only her, but everyone. What if the unknown man is the true dark lord? What if he is from one of those ancient bloodlines of pure-blood wizards? 'I didn't pledge anything to him. My allegiance lies to the one and only one, the Dark Lord. I shall still serve him to the very end,' she told herself, the dark mark was burned into her forearm, 'Be it Voldemort or that mysterious guy. Only one can be the true Dark Lord. My allegiance will go with the strongest one.'
Just then, an opening door caught Bellatrix's attention. Two figures walked in, both wearing white shirts and trousers with matching caps and boots. Bellatrix stared at the newcomers with a vicious expression and cold, hate-filled eyes.
'Here comes more torture. Let's see what these mudbloods are serving today.'
Bellatrix glanced up, only to be struck by Crucio from the two newly-arrived workers. A spell that will make her entire body twitch uncontrollably, especially the limbs, while sending her nerve-endings into hell. As time went by, her laughter had become a higher and shriller shriek.
"Ahahahahaha... Hehehehahahaha..." She refused to cry or beg in front of these mudbloods no matter how painful this was to her. She gritted her teeth and endured the pain for as long as she could.
After torturing her for ten minutes or so, they finally stopped.
"How long are you going to endure, bitch?" The one with middle-aged spots and a wrinkled face asked. "Scream already! C'mon, start begging!"
"Beg? Hahaha..." A burst of painful laughter left her mouth. "Please, someone, stop that hideous voice, will ya. Y'all should just be killed off once and for all."
"Screw this!" the younger-looking, thin guy yelled in anger, and the torture started again. "Crucio."
She couldn't stop her body from spasming. While on the bright side, after feeling this many Cruciatus, she became numb to them to some extent and no longer felt the stinging sensation she felt when it first started. Her laughter didn't sound as joyful or maniacal as before but rather came across as almost automatic. Her eyes stared into nothing, lost focus, and rolled around.
He stopped, "Had enough? Voldemort's location, his plans, tell us everything."
[You've held on long enough, Bellatrix. Now, it's time to get out of there. Kill anyone who stands in your way and come back. I'm waiting for you.] Voldemort's voice entered her mind, followed by a vision of Voldemort sitting cross-legged with Nagini at his side as he pointed his wand toward her.
Instantly, the restraints holding Bellatrix broke apart.
"Avada Kedavra!" A bright flash of green light emerged from that middle-aged man's wand. His partner fell to the floor dead.
Bellatrix lunged forward and grabbed the dead one's wand, "Avada Kedavra!" She immediately killed the middle-aged man, but due to her weak condition, she fell to her knees, clutching her stomach. "Huff... Fucking bastards! Humff!" She swallowed a mouthful of air, stood up, and began to mumble, "Vulnera Sanentur" Over and over again, trying to heal her wounds.
While mumbling the spell, she staggered toward the door, opening it with a kick, and walked into the hallway. Blood was leaking through her nose and mouth. Her skin was pale, and she was losing consciousness. She was in a bad condition, but soon, her vision cleared as the pain began to fade away. Her bleeding stopped and she regained her strength.
"I'm going to kill everyone!" Bellatrix muttered under her breath, her wand ready to use magic at any time. She was no longer injured, except for her missing left hand, but her robes were still stained with blood and piss.
She approached the first door she encountered and blasted it open with a nonverbal spell. Inside, three Ministry wizards turned in surprise. Before they could react, Bellatrix pointed the wand at them and shouted, "Avada Kedavra." The green light of the Killing Curse illuminated her face. One wizard fell instantly, lifeless. The remaining two tried to reach for their wands, but Bellatrix was quicker.
Two quick swishes from her wand disabled the two remaining wizards before they could do anything. One fell forward while the other fell backward. "Avada Kedavra." She killed the old short guy.
"Crucio!" she shouted, directing the curse at the taller one. He fell to the ground, writhing in agony. Bellatrix took a moment to savor his pain, her lips curling into a twisted smile. "HAVING FUN DOWN THERE?! HUH?" She began to stomp on his body with her bare foot, then, smashed his face under her heel.
"BAM!"
"BAM!"
"BAM!"
She kept stomping on his face until it became unrecognizable. The torture didn't stop. It continued until the body ceased to move, "Oh, look at this! I broke your jaw!" She was laughing uncontrollably. "HAHAHAHAHAHAHAHAHA..."
"Incendio!" A jet of flames emerged from the tip of Bellatrix's wand and engulfed the dead body. She watched with a sick grin as it burned before her eyes. The smell of burning flesh filled the air.
Bellatrix felt powerful and free.
Then she heard the sound of an emergency signal. She heard footsteps outside, running. She quickly ran and pressed her ears to the door, trying to listen and kill if anyone dared to enter this room.
"The Ministry is under attack! Dark Wizards! Call the Aurors! Call the Aurors!" A man shouted in panic.
"Secure Bellatrix's cell. We mustn't let her escape at any cost," Another one added.
Bellatrix grinned at the thought of unleashing even more chaos, and what could be a better place than the Ministry of Magic? If they manage to take over this place today, then this war is as good as won.
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