Am I going in too?" Harry wiped his damp palms on his jeans, not really sure if they were like that because of the cellar atmosphere or because of his emotions.Tom had to press in close to Harry's side in the narrow space. It was comforting."I'll probably be Obliviating her no matter what, but have yet to determine how much. She's already seen you, so you might as well come in too."Despite the way he was feeling, Harry gave Tom a sidelong glance and said, "Are you sure you don't want to put some sort of Glamour on? Every time I've interacted with her, she seemed all hot and bothered for you, and that was when you were ugly. She may not be able to resist jumping you now."Tom smirked, which was not exactly the reaction Harry was going for. "Are you trying to tell me something, Potter?"Harry sputtered for a moment, and then instead of blushing like his cheeks threatened to do, he punched Tom lightly in the arm. Tom seemed thoroughly shocked by this action."Ow," he said thickly."Baby," Harry sniggered. "Be grateful I can't easily reach your nose anymore."Tom made a face, and then waved his wand at the door before them and pushed it open. He spelled a light within its depths and walked in, with Harry behind trying to peer around him. From what he could see, Bellatrix was still magically bound and sitting on the floor. Taking a deep breath, Harry followed Tom inside the room, which was decently size and just a little smaller than his bedroom on Privet Drive.Bellatrix immediately zeroed in on Harry."Harry Potter!" She screeched before turning to Tom, her eyes trying to adjust to the light. "And who's this?""Crucio."Harry watched in dazed fascination as Bellatrix writhed on the floor, the sounds coming from her mouth staggeringly difficult to decipher as screams or delighted laughter.Tom cut the curse, and apparently Bellatrix's bindings because she immediately prostrated at Tom's feet."Master," she moaned in elation. Harry felt sick. "I was so worried in your absence."Tom looked down at the woman with an unreadable countenance. "Bellatrix, that is enough." Tom's voice was cold and sibilant, and the kind of deadly soft tone Voldemort used. Harry shivered a bit in the clammy air.Bellatrix turned her luminous black eyes on Harry, and sneered. "Itty bitty Potter, how dare you stand there without kneeling to Lord Voldemort." Harry took an indignant step forward, hands clenched into fists, and Bellatrix raised herself threateningly.Tom intervened before Harry could say anything. "Harry Potter is not to be touched, Bellatrix, and is ranked above you. You will not speak to him in such a way." His voice was terse, and Bellatrix looked castigated."Forgive me, my Lord. But how can you trust him? He's been so mean to you, my Master," the witch pouted."Are you questioning me, Bellatrix?""No, my Lord." Bellatrix reached out and began petting the bottom of Tom's deep green robes, before she leaned in and rubbed her face against his leg. Harry's face spasmed."Oi, get off him!" he barked, and then slammed his mouth shut, surprised by his outburst.Bellatrix's smile was sickeningly sweet when she rotated her face towards Harry."Jealous, Potter? Does my Lord not let a filthy Half-Blood like you touch him?"Tom stepped back out of Bellatrix's reach, and she fell forward as her balance was eschewed. "You've forgotten yourself, Bellatrix." Harry, relieved by the distance between the two, glowered darkly at the witch and noted to himself that he had been, not quite jealous, but perhaps feeling something akin to possessiveness about Tom. He didn't like seeing that crazy bitch rubbing herself all over him.Harry could see Tom looking at him in the dim lighting, and then raise his wand and send a silent Crucio at Bellatrix. Harry didn't necessarily get satisfaction at the witch's pain, but rather was pleased Tom didn't encourage Bellatrix's behavior. The Dark magic in the room did make breathing difficult, though
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