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Chapter #22: An interesting encounter.

Harry was in the mood to fuck someone like Rosmerta; however, the older bartender was busy. Not too long after Harry arrived, somehow, other people decided to come in. He was disappointed, but he also respected the fact that despite the woman showing interest in him, she was focused on the business.

That’s something he admires, that’s the kind of woman he likes to sleep with, the one who focuses on what’s important despite what they really want, so, for now, he has decided to let her do her job and don't bother her; he’ll have time later to flirt with her, or at least that’s what he was expecting.

“Is this seat free?” His thoughts were suddenly interrupted as he saw a strange-looking witch approaching him.

She didn’t look like she belonged to the magical world; no, she looked more like she should be in a goth festival in the Muggle world. She was wearing black boots, a black dress that hugged her curves, but it was very stylish; the dress looked expensive, her dark hair and pale skin made her look like a mesmerizing sight, and the umbrella she was carrying made her look mysterious.

“No, it's not occupied, go ahead and sit if you want to,” Harry declared, trying not to look too interested.

The woman softly smiled and joined him, and then, there was a silence as Harry continued to enjoy his drink.

“So… Aren’t you going to buy me a drink?” She demanded.

Harry looked at her with a surprised expression, but then he smirked.

“I don't think that's a very good idea, I mean, these days, as far as I know, women don’t like following those kinds of outdated ideas, you know? Things like men holding the doors, buying stuff for them, and all that,” Harry said with a calm tone.

Harry was expecting her to explode and insult him just before telling him that he had made a great mistake. However, instead, the woman started to laugh.

“You’re very interesting. I’m Bella,” she said with a warm smile as she offered her hand.

“I’m Harry… Order what you want, Bella. Today, I feel in the mood to buy something nice for a dark creature like yourself,” he winked at her, and she blushed.

Then, they locked eyes, and Harry was able to see something in her mind that shocked him, but that didn’t last long because after that, he smirked. This was going to be a very fun encounter for the dark-haired wizard.

“I think you misunderstand me, I’m not one of those depressive people who have no hope… Muggles call them goth or something... I must admit that muggles have an interesting sense of fashion, that’s it, I just love the fashion,” she admitted with an embarrassed tone.

She ordered some fire vodka, a full bottle, and then she started to drink directly from it. In different times, Harry would’ve been worried because of her actions; however, witches and wizards hardly get drunk. Still, fire vodka was very strong.

“Well, I'd better get going, or I’m going to be late to the concert,” she told him without even thanking him for the drink.

Not that he cared, though, he was already used to the idea that if you invite someone in a bar or a club, that doesn’t mean they're going to give you something in exchange, it's a mindset from the future, though.

“Wait… Which concert?” Harry asked with a worried expression.

“My concert… I have a band, and we’re going to play soon,” she told him before she continued to walk.

Harry paid, leaving a nice tip, and then he decided to follow that hot goth witch.

“Do you mind if I go with you? I’m bored, and I have nothing else to do for the next few hours,” Harry said with an embarrassed tone.

The goth woman smirked internally, but didn’t say anything, which meant she was fine with him following him. Neither she nor Harry said anything on the way; less than a minute later, they finally reached a building that was abandoned.

“Well, this is certainly a nice place to play some music,” Harry said, not very impressed.

However, he then turned around, and he was surprised to find the woman’s body being surrounded by some kind of dark energy. She had a wicked expression, and then she decided to seal the room.

“You fool… You’re an idiot… Did no one teach you not to follow strangers, Potter?” She asked with a wicked grin.

Harry remained unfazed, and then he sighed.

“Not really… I don’t have parents, and I’m not a Potter… You know that very well… Bellatrix,” Harry said with a smirk.

The woman was taken aback, but then, she started to laugh, but not like crazy like he was used to; it seemed like she was having lots of fun with his misfortune.

“Come on, Bella, get rid of that glamour, or is it Polyjuice?” He told her with a bored tone.

Soon, her body started to change and it was confirmed that in fact, she was impressing another person with the help of Polyjuice potion, after almost a minute, she was finally done and she had grown, she had aged at least ten years, but there’s something that didn’t change, she was still beautiful, even more beautiful than the version from his universe as her teeth weren’t rotten.

If Harry could describe her, it would be like the closest representation of death in human form. She was graceful, beautiful, tempting, and very dangerous; that was for sure, however, there was something different about this Bellatrix compared to the one he was used to.

“Fuck… I thought I wouldn’t get recognized… I’ve been hiding for years!” She said angrily. “Or maybe was my performance bad?” She then started taking notes in her head.

Harry now realized that was wrong. Not only was this an insane Bellatrix, but an insane Bellatrix who knew how to plan things. It was a very dangerous combination, a monster like Bellatrix should be sealed, she shouldn't be allowed to walk freely amongst normal humans.

“I think you should stop trusting your nephew’s plans,” Harry said with a calm expression.

That gained him a glare from the older woman.

“How the… How did you read my mind!? It’s impossible, the dark lord taught me how to protect my thoughts!” She said angrily.

“Your dark lord is nothing but an amateur compared to me, Bellatrix. He’s old and irrelevant... He's old news. He has spent twenty years roaming around the world like a spirit, and he’s probably now in the body of a lowlife creature, right?” Harry mocked Voldemort.

“You… How do you know all that?” That was a secret she and her Death Eaters had been hiding.

The dark lord right now is in the stage between dead and getting his body back, but that won't happen until Halloween, and that’s almost two months from now.

“It doesn’t matter, Bellatrix, because today… Today is the day Bellatrix, the servant of the dark lord, dies… You think you lured me here to kill me, but…” Bellatrix’s eyes widened as her own energy started to turn against her.

The dark energy she had been emanating was now holding her neck and arms, and so, Harry walked slowly until he was face-to-face with her, and then, he grabbed the arm that had the dark mark.

“I don’t know what you’re doing, Potter, but I don’t care if you kill me, I’m going to serve the dark lord until the day I die!” She spat.

Harry could only sigh. Voldemort is truly a cancer that destroys anything that gets close to him; Dumbledore and the order needed to take care of him already.