Worthy Of Magic

Part 49 - Lead The Way

"It's never been about ideology," Bellatrix whispered, as she entered her room. The living room was a cosy space with a tall lamp, dark green soft carpet, a couch and a set of armchairs facing the dying hearth. A silhouette moved in the dim light and she smiled. "It's about having fun."

"Welcome back Mistress."

She jumped on the couch and stuck her palm out.

A pretty brunette came into the light from the kitchen that was tucked away in one corner. She was wearing a french maid costume and her eyes were fixed to the floor with a demure expression as she carefully carried a tray with her mistresses favourite single malt.

"Thank you darling," Bellatrix said with wink and slapped her ass as she walked away.

Bellatrix could feel it again.

The thrill of a revolution. She rolled the liquid in the glass idly. The shadow of of the light highlighted the small smile that was growing on her lips.

Her caged prey shivered in the dark. Bellatrix was thinking. She was smiling. This was good. Her mistress had a new target.

"Tracey dear," Bellatrix said suddenly. "You know Harry Potter right?"

Rage burned inside Tracey. This was all his fault. Her precarious situation had him to blame.

"Yes Mistress," she replied, looking at the painting of the drowning sailor on the wall behind Bellatrix. She always avoided eye contact. Eye contact made the witch go crazy.

"What gets him off?" Bellatrix asks Tracey.

Tracey's heart jumped. Why was Bellatrix so curious about Harry? she wondered. Was he here?

"Battle," Tracey replied after a moment's pause. "He is a psychopath looking for something to excite him. Most psychopaths are satisfied with the rush of murder but Potter... he'll destroy the world looking for excitement. He's mistaken his excitement for purpose and is just a blind crazy orphan with a god complex. It's that simple."

Bellatrix licked her lips. How exciting, she thought gleefully. She was going to have fun with him. She slipped out of her robes and slid onto her expensive mattress with a soft sigh. "Could it be that simple?" she said with a sinister chuckle.

"May I ask why the Mistress is interested in him?" Tracey was taking a bold step by asking a question but her desperate mind had instinctively latched on to a possible way out.

Bellatrix yawned. She was tired. "He's spending the night at Dany's."

Tracey's heart quickened. Could she use this to escape? Why did Bellatrix tell her?

"Come here darling. I'm feeling sore. I could do with a massage."

Tracey automatically summoned the massage oils. "Yes, Mistress."

"And take off your clothes."

"Yes, Mistress."

Tracey steeled her mind. She had to wear the bitch out if she needed time to plan an escape.

Dany's Homes, Avalon. The following Sunrise.

Harry woke up on a warm floor and thin blanket shielding him against the cool ventilation of his room. He felt well rested. He had even eaten a normal meal complete with greens and fruits.

He hadn't even had any dreams or couldn't remember them. He couldn't remember

The room was spacious with a four poster luxuriously carved out of mahogany and wrapped in crimson silk blankets. Floating lanterns lit the room with comfortable luminosity and the high ceiling was enchanted to reflect the night sky or day, depending on the mood of the occupant.