fembuck | Fic: The Bargain (Andromeda/Bellatrix, Harry Potter)

Title: The Bargain
Author: Janine
Fandom: Harry Potter
Pairing: Bellatrix/Andromeda, Tonks
Rating: R
Warning: voyeurism, blackcest, angst
Disclaimer: I don’t own them.
Summary: Bellatrix has Tonks. Andromeda goes to her sister to bargain for her daughter’s safe return.
Note: This story took a really different turn than I thought it would when I started it. I began it expecting it to be a rather light though twisted voyeuristic little ditty, where everyone got to have a little fun, but it went … darker, and far, far more depressing.
Beta:wishing_wounds, who took my late night tap, tap, tapping and made sure it didn't suck, suck, suck. You are a brilliant and shining gem, my dear! Thank you so much :D

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Purple hair fell in her eyes as Tonks struggled against the shackles restraining her, bright eyes trained on her mother as Andromeda walked into the dimly lit room in which she was being held.

Bellatrix – the bitch, the evil harpy, the she-devil, her aunt – was reclining lazily in a comfy chair, watching the fire with an unsettling inquisitiveness when the door to the small cabin opened.

Tonks screamed, trying to warn her mother against moving any closer.

It was a useless gesture. Tonks could see and hear Bellatrix and her mother, but she knew that they couldn’t see or hear her. Bellatrix, of course, knew she was there. She was the one who had chained her to the wall and put up the concealment charm, after all. Her mother was clueless though, and no amount of screaming or rattling was going to change that.

She was helpless. She couldn’t save herself, and she couldn’t save her mother. She could only watch, listen, and rage, unable to actually do anything ... which, she knew, was exactly what Bellatrix wanted.

“You have her,” Andromeda said, watching her sister coolly. “What will it take to get her back?”

“Correction, I had her,” Bellatrix drawled lazily, turning her head from the fire to look at Andromeda with an irritated sigh. “The mudblood thing is dead, and so is the abomination it carried. Go away,” Bellatrix continued, sounding bored as she waved her hand at the door dismissively.

“Do you feel better now that you’ve got that out of your system?” Andromeda asked, not moving an inch. “Is there anymore pressing childish name-calling to be had, or can we get on with this?”

Tonks tensed as Bellatrix uncrossed her legs and leaned forward to look at her mother with narrowed eyes. She couldn’t believe the way her mother was talking to the raving lunatic in front of her. Bellatrix may have been her sister, but Bellatrix was also a crazy, evil, sadistic monster, and Tonks wasn’t convinced that their blood relation would protect her mother.

“So anxious, An,” Bellatrix cooed, watching the auburn haired woman with hawkish eyes. “It’s almost as if you’ve been waiting for this moment … for what I’m going to have you do.”

“You always have confused resignation with desire,” Andromeda replied, shifting her weight slightly, though she held her sister’s eyes steadily. “Want has nothing to do with this. You’re a chore, Bella. You’re something that simply must be dealt with, and I want to deal with you as expediently as possible.”

Tonks’ eyes widened with surprise and fear. She had no idea what her mother thought she was doing, but it was completely and utterly mad, and for a second Tonks wondered if insanity ran in the family.

Bellatrix laughed, surprising Tonks. She stood a few seconds later and closed the distance between herself and Andromeda. One of Bellatrix’s hands reached out for Andromeda once she reached her, and Tonks was surprised by the fondness and affection of her aunt’s touch as Bellatrix caressed Andromeda’s cheek.

“You say such awful things,” Bellatrix murmured, sounding terribly amused as Andromeda looked down her nose at her, submitting to Bellatrix’s touch but refusing to encourage it. “Such a mean, nasty, talented little tongue you have,” she continued, voice dropping as she leaned in towards Andromeda, so close now that their lips were almost touching. “I like your tongue, An. I like what you do with it, but if you’re not careful you might lose it. There are, after all, other parts of you I can use to get what I want.”

Tonks reared back uncomfortably, her eyes unwillingly locked on Bellatrix as she moved forward, erasing the miniscule distance that remained between herself and her mother. Bellatrix’s tongue slipped out from behind pink lips, and Tonks watched in horror as her aunt licked her way from the point of Andromeda’s chin to the tip of her nose.

Tonks shuddered, her mind rebelling against the connections it was making. Bellatrix couldn’t … she wouldn’t … and her mother, her mother wouldn’t … she couldn’t … they were sisters! Bellatrix couldn’t be that crazy!

“Time has been kind to you, sister dear,” Bellatrix commented when she was through licking her mother’s face.

Her hands ran down Andromeda’s sides, and Tonks knew she was taking about her mother’s fuller frame. Andromeda was trim and in exceptionally good shape for her age, but Tonks had seen pictures of her when she was younger, when she was Tonks’ age, and she knew that her mother had once been far more slender when Bellatrix was sent away to Azkaban. Too slender she had always felt.

“Yes, not being locked up in a giant tower with Dementors for the past thirteen years has done wonders for me,” Andromeda sighed tiredly, “Enough talking, Bella. Tell me what you want.”

“You used to like it when I talked,” Bellatrix commented with a suggestive edge to her voice that made Tonks close her eyes and turn her head to the side to avoid the horrifying show awaiting her in the middle of the living room.

“I also I used to like it when you were sane,” Andromeda responded, her voice lowering just the tiniest bit with something that sounded to Tonks suspiciously like regret.

“Even then I was never nice,” Bellatrix replied, tilting her head to the side like a dog who had heard something curious in the night.

“No. But you were nicer,” the auburn haired woman responded softly. “You were nice to me,” she continued, her voice almost gentle. “I think you understood love back then.”

Bellatrix smirked and reached out, pressing the palm of her hand against Andromeda’s breast.

Andromeda sighed and beat her hand away.

“Not that,” she said annoyed, “The soft, tender, warm feeling; that which makes you cherish and protect, which makes your heart swell and your body shake with thankfulness that this person is in your life and that they love you too.”

Bellatrix was quiet for a while after that, regarding Andromeda with eyes that were thoughtful for the moment instead of mad.

“I still love you,” Bellatrix said finally, sounding mildly irritated. “Your dog-fucking daughter and that child-thing inside of her are still alive, aren’t they? That’s love isn’t it? I could have killed them.”

“That is …” Andromeda began carefully, “something I am thankful for,” she continued softly, watching her sister keenly as she spoke. “But if you love me, Bella. If you ever loved me, with that soft, tender, warm feeling, then give her to me,” the middle Black sister pleaded, reaching out hesitantly to grasp her sister’s hand. “Let me have her Bella, please.”

“Begging doesn’t suit you, An. Cissy’s much more convincing, even when she doesn’t mean it. I learned my lesson after you left, and she was a much better student,” Bellatrix replied coldly, though she made no effort to remove her hands from Andromeda’s as she stared down at their intertwined fingers.

Andromeda’s eyes closed at that, and she inhaled deeply before releasing a shuddering breath.

“Then don’t make me beg,” Andromeda breathed out finally. “Give her to me. Make a gift of her,” she continued. “I will pay you if I must,” Andromeda went on, capturing Bellatrix’s eyes in a way that made Tonks extremely uncomfortable. “But if you love me, you will not make me pay that price … again.”

Tonks closed her eyes in misery, tears stinging them at the confession carried in her mother’s whispered last word.

“I love you,” Bellatrix said in a tone that Tonks couldn’t characterize with any other word but ‘tender’ despite how much, she really, really wanted to. “I do,” Bellatrix continued, and Tonks knew that nothing good would follow that statement. “Just not that much,” the raven-haired devil replied taking a step back.

Dark eyes ran appraisingly over Andromeda’s once Bellatrix was an arms length away from her, and Tonks shuddered deeply and powerfully as she awaited her aunt’s next words.

“Strip,” Bellatrix commanded, the softness of her voice barely managing to cover up the fanatic glee in it.

Andromeda reached for her robes, her eyes holding Bellatrix’s as she began to pull off her clothes, completely oblivious to her daughter pulling feverishly on the chains that bound her behind an invisible wall less than ten meters away.

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Tonks squeezed her eyes shut, trying to block out her mother’s voice as it rose and rose in pitch before finally peeking in an ecstatic cry.

‘Was it over?’ She wondered. It had to be over. ‘God, please let it be over.’

The room behind the shimmering wall that shielded her was quiet except for the sounds of rough breathing, and with much trepidation Tonks opened her eyes and gazed out.

Bellatrix had barely disrobed during their … activities, and so she was fully dressed by the time Tonks’ eyes opened. Her mother was still nude from the waist up, but she had her back turned towards Tonks at the moment, which the young witch was thankful for. She had seen and heard far, far too many traumatizing things during her time chained to the wall. She didn’t need to see her mother’s body again or the marks Bellatrix had left upon it.

“Why didn’t you kill her?”

Andromeda’s voice was low and calm, as she spoke and the sound of it brought tears to Tonks’ eyes.

Andromeda sounded like her mother then, she sounded like the woman who had given birth to her and raised her once more, but the familiar sound of her mother’s voice frazzled and upset Tonks instead of soothing her.

Andromeda sounded like herself again, but merely hearing her voice reminded Tonks of how different she had sounded while Bellatrix lay on top of her.

Andromeda sounded like herself again, but Tonks heard breathy pants in her voice, she heard whimpers, and cries, and ‘Bella’, ‘BELLA!’, ‘Yes!’, ‘Oh, god! Fuck, fuck … oh’, ‘Harder, harder! Mm … yes!’ in her mind.

“What purpose would that have served?” Bellatrix asked, idly scratching her temple with the tip of her wand as Andromeda pulled on the last of her clothes.

“It would have devastated me,” Andromeda replied, turning to face her sister. “And you’ve wanted to hurt me for a very long time, haven’t you, Bella?” she asked with a sad sort of resignation.

“Yes,” Bellatrix responded, meeting Andromeda’s eyes with her own and holding the gaze, letting the auburn-haired beauty see the truth of the statement in her eyes. “Yes, I’ve wanted to hurt you very badly, for a very, very long time. Since you left. Since you abandoned me for that mudblood piece of trash, since you broke my heart, and showed me that love means nothing. Love,” she scoffed. “Nothing but garbage, refuse, excrement … like the man you married.”

Andromeda closed her eyes and looked away from her sister, still pained by Bellatrix’s attitude even after all of these years.

“So why let her live? Why give her back to me? Unless that’s your game, making me think I’ve saved her only to take her away from me, turning relief to grief, swiftly and ruthlessly,” Andromeda responded, her body tensing as she spoke, the thought that Bellatrix might actually do that filling her with terror.

“That would have been fast,” Bellatrix replied, toying with her wand idly as Andromeda watched her. “That would have been easy,” the dark-haired woman continued, looking over at Andromeda now, her malicious glee shining shamelessly. “I want you to suffer as I do,” Bellatrix continued. “I want you to know how it feels to have love ripped from you. I want you to know judgment, disappointment, disgust and loathing.”

“I already loathe myself,” Andromeda murmured, brushing her hands down her sides as if she could erase Bellatrix’s touch, wash it off of her.

“Not enough to ever stop me,” Bellatrix responded, watching Andromeda through hooded eyes. “Not enough to be quiet instead of crying out in bliss. Not enough to remain still instead of arching into my touch. Not enough to say ‘no’ without ‘yes’ following soon after. Not enough to stay away from here even though you knew what I would demand. Loathe.” Bellatrix hissed, practically choking on the word. “People who loathe what they’re doing don’t cum like whores. Look,” she continued gesturing towards her robes, her fingers running over the slowly drying evidence of Andromeda’s pleasure that was smeared on them. “I’ve got your ‘loathing’ all over me,” she smirked. “You wanted that. You wanted it when we were at school, you missed it when you abandoned me, and you wanted it just now. That’s why you’re here.”

Andromeda lowered her head, her eyes squeezing shut.

‘Deny it,” Tonks thought desperately, willing her mother to respond. ‘Deny it! Please God, deny it.’

Tonks didn’t even care if it was true or not, she just wanted something to cling on to, something to believe in, something to counteract the memories of Andromeda kissing her sister like she was drowning and Bellatrix was air.

She wanted to deny, she wanted to forget. She just needed a little help from her mother to make it happen.

“Say it,” Bellatrix said, her voice soft now instead of challenging. “It’s just the two of us, here. I already know what you are. All you have to do is admit it. Just say it and she’s yours,” Bellatrix purred enticingly. “Say it and you can have your mongrel beast back. Say you liked it.”

“I liked it,” Andromeda whispered shakily, her head still hanging in defeat.

“Say you wanted it,” Bellatrix said, eyes burning holes into Andromeda’s robes.

“I wanted it,” Andromeda said, voice crackling slightly.

“You’ve thought about me over the years,” Bellatrix pressed.

“Yes,” Andromeda admitted, wrapping her arms around herself.

“You’ve wanted me, my touch, my lips, my fingers inside of you. You’ve dreamed of it,” Bellatrix said, voice rising passionately as she moved closer to Andromeda.

“Yes,” Andromeda whispered, shaking faintly into her own arms. “Yes. Yes, yes!” she cried. “I wanted you then, I’ve wanted you all these years, and I wanted you just now. Are you happy now? Can this stop? Give me my daughter, Bella! You promised! Stop this. Just give my daughter!”

“Okay,” Bellatrix said, her easy acquiescence surprising Andromeda into looking up at her. “Come to me,” Bellatrix continued, extending her hand towards Andromeda, giving her sister the impression that they were to Apparate.

Andromeda moved the few steps necessary to bring her within Bellatrix’s grasp, and Bellatrix drew Andromeda against her, holding tenderly for a moment. Once she felt Andromeda begin to relax in her arms, Bellatrix shifted, moving around Andromeda and settling in behind her so that they were both facing the back wall of the cabin.

Bellatrix pressed her lips against Andromeda’s neck and Andromeda’s eyes closed enjoying her sister’s touch even though she knew she shouldn’t, just like she always had and she suspected always would.

Bellatrix lifted her wand and pointed it towards Tonks.

"Mihi viam monstra,” she murmured, her eyes holding exactly where she knew Tonks would soon appear.

Andromeda’s eyes opened at her sister’s whispered words. She’d thought that they were going to Apparate to wherever it was Bellatrix had stored Nymphadora, but her sister had said ‘Show me the way’ instead of stating a location.

The words were used to lift a concealment spell, and so Andromeda looked down at her sister’s hands expecting to see a charmed object that would lead her to Nymphadora’s location, or perhaps a Port Key.

All she saw in Bellatrix’s hand however was her wand.

Lifting her head again, Andromeda’s lips parted to speak, but before she could utter a sound, she saw the air in front of her begin to shimmer.

Andromeda sucked in a sharp breath, and went painfully rigid in the loose circle of Bellatrix’s arms.

“No,” she whispered, her head beginning to move from side to side. “No.”.

“Yes,” Bellatrix whispered into Andromeda’s ear, licking the shell of it maliciously before she smiled happily and tilted her head to the side so that she could watch Andromeda’s eyes widen in horror.

Tonks lowered her head, not wanting to meet her mother’s eyes when the spell was lifted. She couldn’t look at her. She just couldn’t look at her.

Andromeda’s chest began to rise and fall rapidly as a figure slowly began to reveal itself. The figure was indistinct and hazy at first, and Andromeda wanted to believe that it was joke, that Bellatrix had some stranger strung up back there to scare her. But as the seconds wore on the figure became clearer, the auburn-haired woman was able to make out a mass of purple hair atop the figure’s head and knew her daughter was the one concealed.

A strange, low sound emerged from Andromeda and Bellatrix tightened her hold on her sister in a mocking gesture of comfort.

They were all silent and still for a few more seconds, and then Tonks was revealed to twin pairs of blue eyes, her form clear, solid, and inescapably there.

Bellatrix watched as her sister’s features settled into a look of pain and horror, her breath coming alarmingly fast as she stared at her daughter with tears born of terror in her eyes. Tonks had been there the whole time. Tonks had seen everything. Tonks had heard everything. Tonks knew, and now Andromeda knew that she knew.

“Nymphadora,” Andromeda choked out, her voice barely audible, as Bellatrix withdrew her arms from around Andromeda’s body and stepped back.

Tonks kept her face resolutely turned away from her mother. She couldn’t look at her. She just couldn’t.

“Nym,” Andromeda began again, but she stopped before she could even finish saying her daughter’s name.

What was she supposed to say? What was she supposed to do? Nymphadora had been there. She had been there the whole time, she had seen everything, heard everything. There were no lies for Andromeda to hide behind. Bellatrix had seen to that. Bellatrix had made sure to lay her bare before her child, figuratively and literally, and Andromeda could think of nothing that would sufficiently cover her up.

“Now you’re the monster.”

Andromeda turned to look at her sister following her whispered words, but with a pop Bellatrix was gone, disappearing into the night, leaving Andromeda and Nymphadora alone to face each other, and the future.

The End

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DOOOOOD!!! *forced whisper* Dude! That was like seriously fucked up! And I mean that in the most awesome-est of ways! What I know about the Potter-verse could fill a thimble but I was able to easily follow along with the Potter world and the world you've inserted. The tension between Bellatrix and Andromeda was palpable, with hints and teases of the pain between them, just enough to be understandable and not too much to where it's like an info dump.

And the ending!! Like a train wreck where you don't want to see but can't help but look anyway, I liked the setup of Bellatrix's deception. She loves her sister but is too caught up in her own madness and obsession to stop from hurting her. I hope Tonks can eventually look her mother in the eye after, you know, the *years* of therapy she's gonna have to go through, lol!

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Fic: The Bargain (Andromeda/Bellatrix, Harry Potter)

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