Stories of a Slytherin ~(Bellatrix x fem!oc)~

'Jealousy wears well' {Bella x oc}

'A/N

Some cute fluff :3

was gonna turn into something else but I chickened out bc I've never written smut or anything of the sort and I'm already still rusty on writing so-

Anyway, have fun'

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Bellatrix and Cyrus have known eachother since before Hogwarts, Bella was the reason Cyrus had joined Voldemort and became a death eater, having eventually pulled the slightly younger girl into her clique while in school. Cyrus had been placed in Slytherin alongside Andromeda but went mostly ignored by Bellatrix until their fifth year when Cyrus' father Rowan visited the school as a special guest to teach the beasts class, he had brought with him a young thunderbird to which a few Gryffindor's thought it would be a good idea to antagonize it. While the bird was young it was still powerful and ended up breaking from it's charmed chains and creating a massive thunderstorm which wreaked havoc, Cyrus was able to help her father and a few other members of the ministry to subdue the animal, luckily it was a bird Cyrus had helped her father care for and who had imprinted on her so while she got hurt she got off better than the Gryffindor students.

That was the day Bellatrix realized how powerful Cyrus was as a witch, and how valuable she could be to Voldemort, it was rather easy for her to convince the love struck girl to become a death eater. But Cyrus came to play a drastically different role than Bellatrix had thought she would. Cyrus could see traces of ancient magic, she discovered this while attending school and did her best to study it while attending class, she tried to juggle this while being a death eater but it was quickly proven impossible. Reluctant, and frankly terrified, she went to Voldemort requesting to follow her research full-time. At first he was hesitant to allow something so unnecessary, but once she showed not only the power of ancient magic and the scale of the many hidden ruins, he allowed it. Though she was limited to only one research partner, and had to share the location for every underground ruin or hidden away caverns to be used as other meeting areas, which pained her. She was just happy to do what she loved, she had always hated torture but could never say no to the Dark Lord, to Bellatrix's lord.

She could never refuse Bella. Cyrus had been crushing on the oldest Black sister since school, and despite Bella showing zero such interest in Cyrus, she couldn't help but crumble to any whim Bellatrix had.

Currently Cyrus sat on the floor of the bedroom she'd been staying in, the death eaters had been living at Malfoy manor for a few weeks now, but Cyrus had been there longer on account of Narcissa supporting her research into ancient magic. She was packing up books, clothes, and scrolls for a trip out to Scotland. She would be traveling with a fellow death eater, Anthony Mistle, a magics history researcher who'd been working with Cyrus for a couple years now. They had found some old text alluding to a lake in Scotland where users of ancient magic onced bathed to soothe their sensitivity, the ancient magic Cyrus could see and use had started taking an effect on her body the more she learned and used it. Her fingers had started fading to black and become increasingly sensitive, as did her feet when she started recreating ritual, and even the blackthorn wood of her wand had started turning white at the end and cracking.

It was a progression Cyrus had continued to try and halt or slow with potions, charms, and treatments but nothing seemed to work. Even her best friend, a seemingly master of potions, was having a difficult time coming up with new potions in an attempt to help her. So she had turned to the few scraps of scrolls she'd found and the runes on the walls of the places she'd discovered in hopes to find something, anything, that would stop or even heal this.

As she was packing, making sure to bring extra bandages for her hands and feet, her personal attempt to try and calm down her sensitive nerves or at least keep from being too painful, she heard a knock. They'd already had the death eater meeting so the only people it could be were the house elf telling her dinner was being served, or Anthony most likely needing to ask what he should bring with him. He was younger than her and always seemed to either forget or disregard tools they'd need, so they'd fallen into a rhythm of Cyrus checking his bags or giving him a strict list to ensure he brought everything they'd need for their travels.