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The blade is beautiful in candlelight. Her brown eyes watch as it pierces the flesh laid out before her, oblivious to the screams of the man beneath her. It cuts easily, sharpened to perfection. Her movements do not cease even when her canvas shifts, her eyes never straying from her design. When she is finished, she looks up, a smile on her lips and a hint of madness in her eyes. “Do you like it?”

Bellatrix nods as she moves behind the girl she claims as her own. Her hand covers Ginny’s, working the knife over the Muggle’s chest. “It is excellent, my dear,” she whispers as she brushes her lips ever so softly against the redhead’s cheek. “Shall we make him scream for us?”

Ginny hesitate a moment, a part of her still knowing that this was wrong. Turning her head, she kissed Bellatrix and all misgivings were forgotten. Releasing her lover’s lips, she smiled. “Yes, let’s.”