Her skin is as pale as the most exotic porcelain, lips like the innards of the lushest rose, hair like a moonless night sky, and eyes as black as her name. She is Bellatrix and this is the wicked life she chose. Rating will eventually increase

While in St. Mungo's, Hermione encounters a certain raven haired Death Eater who viciously tortured her in the name of Voldemort himself. But Bellatrix Lestrange is no longer the person she once was. With the loss of her memory, her recollection of old friends and foes has been compromised and Hermione can't help but be drawn to the witch she feared so much.

All she knew in that moment was the scorching pain, burning like molten lava coursing through her veins as every muscle in her body was stretched to tearing. Weak. She was so weak.

All Luna Lovegood knows is the warm home she shares with her loving parents and older brother until tragedy strikes and she is faced with a shocking revelation. Dazed and confused, she is extended an invitation to the last place she ever expected to be. Now, in a house of lies and cruel torment Luna clings to the memories of her past, hoping for the day when she can be happy again.

"Have you ever known a woman?" But how could she know that it was her hands that traced gentle patterns against my skin in my dreams, that it was her lips that teased kisses on my own, that it was her name that I cried out in the throes of a pleasure that she wrought. My flesh verily ached for her. And she knew it...