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When Lilith Wollen discovers shes
a witch, her world changes indefinitely.
Everything she's ever known is changed.
And not only is the world of going to
school with the chosen one dangerous,
but...
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»»——— HIDDEN ———«« , f. weasley
"HURRY ALONG, BARTEMIUS!" Millicent rushed the man. There were almost a dozen of Ministry officials frantically making their way down the large building. It was dark, almost impossible to see anything if the woman hadn't used her wand to light the path. Thunder cracked loudly in the storm around them, water rushing violently against the tower.
Bartemius and Millicent hastily made their way down each level. The woman watched as Bartemius looked longingly at the cell as they passed a certain level. He faltered in his steps, watching the eerie stillness of the prison floor until she rushed him down further, understanding his thoughts. They looked to each other in understanding.
A woman's faint scream echoed through the tower much louder than any other sound. Any other prisoner. It wasn't a scream of pain or torture, as they usually were in Azkaban. The two looked to each other intently.
It was a scream of mental agony. Anguish. Pure and utter fury. And it was obvious on who it was. Millicent and Bartemius approached the manic woman. She recklessly screamed and yelled obscenities at anyone who was near her, banging and thrashing at the bars of her cell.
Until her eyes laid upon Millicent.
"You." Bellatrix's voice was raspy and used. Her nostrils flared as she said the name like it was venom that released her mouth. It was the calmest she'd been in days. Somehow, her temper tantrum, as Millicent liked to call it, had caused the attraction to call the Minister of Magic, and anyone else to get the woman's emotions under wraps.
She was insane. Millicent noted the woman's changed behavior, the way her body twitched and shook in mania, and the way her skin was flushed a slight faint red. Her entire body was beaded with a layer of sweat, in which her hair stuck to her neck and her face.
Her cold, hard stare pierced through Millicent's eyes. She was breathing heavily, still, but everything else about her had come to an instantaneous stop.
"Bellatrix Lestrange, I'm aware that you've somehow forced us to call over enforcements to Azkaban? Do you realize how hard that is?" Millicent calmly spoke to a rage-filled Bellatrix's. She looked like she was on rabies with how angry she was.
"Give me my daughter back, Millicent. I can have your family dead by midnight, you hear me! Midnight!" She hit the bars of her cell aggressively, ruining the sweet bliss of her calm demeanor. Even if it was from rage. "The entire Ministry will pay for what you've done, Bagnold!" Her guttural shrieks at Millicent seemed to only bother the other uncomfortable and fearful witches and wizards. Particularly, she saw Bartimus who looked as sickly as ever.
A haunting, almost desperate grin broke onto her face. "Missin' that son 'o yours, Mr. Crouch?" She tried to taunt, doing anything she could think of to get under his skin.
"Do you really believe that your daughter is safe here?" The Minister of Magic asked, stepping in front of her wizard friend to get the attention off of him and back onto the psychotic witch. "You were caught, Bellatrix. She would never survive growing up in a place like this. You will never deserve to birth a child, let alone raise one." Millicent spoke coldy. She tried to keep herself as composed as she could, but she was standing before Voldemort's right hand man. The chills were unavoidable.
Bartemius leaned to mutter something into Millicent's ear, before they started retracting from the cell. Newfound protection spells were placed during their interaction, making sure that her meltdown wouldn't cause her escape from Azkaban.
Bellatrix glared hardly at the woman, before returning back to her rampage. "The Lord knows who you've stolen. He will come for her, you fucking monsters! You're all dead. He will come back and he'll kill all of you! The Dark Lord will rise again with the power of a rising Death Eater at his disposal! He will rise again!" She screamed over and over, desperately throwing and screaming. Even after the Minister and her escorts exited to leave Azkaban, they could hear her faint screams and yells from the building.
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I DO NOT OWN ANYTHING OTHER THAN LILITH WOLLEN AND HER STORY, EVERYTHING ELSE BELONGS TO J.K. ROWLING.
MOVIES 2-8
(this story will be purely based on the movies, not the books.)
