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

Even in Death {Late Halloween}

AN,

This is very late but I just COULD NOT bring myself to write this till now, writer's block and art block goes hard after a meltdown lmao.

Anyway, this isn't cannon (at least 4 now, idk if i'll use it) just a little oneshot concept I thought would be fun to explore, meant to be a halloween special for fun but- we see how that turned out lol

This is gonna be a bit darker so

TW: mentions of character death, delusions, denial driven delusions, knives present (idk it's not used for anything) manipulation and obsessive actions (?)

This will probably make no sense and that's fine, hope you all enjoy if you read forward and thank you for reading this.

I genuinely didn't think anyone would ever read it especially since it has no consistent plot or time line lmfao

<3

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A mansion built with stone and black tiles stood among overgrown fields and dark twisted trees, the soft and dark grays of the stones contrasting against the dark woods that surrounded it, even the river behind it appeared black as it flooded from the harsh rain. The mansion's first floor looked old while the second appeared more modernized, though it all carried the same signature gothic styles with pillars being carved women and men instead of the usual thin wood, the various railings carved to mimic many different magical beasts. Dragons, basilisks, phoenix, vampire squids, kelpie's, and many more; too many to truly count as they all seemed to twist into each other as they held the railing and wrapped around the house.

Inside someone sat, staring at the fireplace in the empty parlor as colored light bathed from the tinted windows. There were three windows made of charmed colored glass depicting one image, the Halloway family crest. A thestral standing on the dark hills of an amethyst night under a silver moon, emerald green ivy twisting its way into the focal image from the side windows, the winged horse shifts and stirs as the vines twist around the edges. The windows sat in a curved wall, massive dark amethyst curtains sat between and beside them decorated in small silver stars acting as a constellation map when closed.

Underneath the amethyst light that poured into the parlor room like a waterfall sat Cyrus, wrapped in a cloak that once belonged to the death eater Bellatrix Lestrange, surrounded by books and empty plates. It was messy from the girl's panicked rifling through her many notes and studies of ancient magic and rituals, a binge that lasted days in the wake of the news. Bellatrix Lestrange had been killed, the reason Cyrus had joined this war had died fighting for a man that saw her as nothing more than a soldier, the one she'd loved since school killed.

"Mistress Halloway? Would you like me to collect your plates?" Asked Cyrus' house elf Sodry.

"No, get me a sandwich would you? She's hungry."

Cyrus' voice was dull, flat and distant, her eyes never leaving the flickering red fire in front of her as if she'd been put into a trance. She wasn't actually watching the fire, nor the light it casted on the stone, she stared past it with blown out pupils. Her body still and limp, sitting slouched among pages of notes and drawings, scrolls of maps and old rituals long forgotten.

"May I ask who is, Mistress?" Sodry asked, his voice nervous and concerned for the wellbeing of Cyrus Halloway, his employer and the girl he had tended to since she was born.

"Bella.." her voice trailed off, head swaying to the side as she continued to stare into nothing.

Sodry hummed, worried and fearful but knowing better than to press further he left. Even if the food would sit beside her and rot, she'd at least take a bite of it out of habit, always stealing some of Bellatrix's food back when they were kids and even as adults. So Sodry made her favorite a simple BLT, something Cyrus called a safe food, and had told him to make her when she wasn't eating or found nothing else edible. When he brought it into the parlor and set it beside Cyrus to no response, he took it upon himself to clean the dirty plates and cups that were scattered across the room, some were cleared of food and others had barely half eaten meals that went bad days ago.