Thunderstruck

The Battle Rages On

A/N So that picture I just happened to come across made me go ahead with this little story, the other thing being we had a huge thunderstorm a while back...

Update Well this is now super long and I really didn't mean it to be, but I got inspired to write it differently then I had planned like it was supposed to be a cute fluff type, but it's Bellatrix so it kinda turned out more smuttish.

The Great British countryside was quiet, too quiet if one was absolutely honest, not even the countryside should be this quiet.

The trees swayed without sound in what was a soundless wind as if someone was trying to talk, but all that came out of their mouth was a mute breath.

Grass rippled in the same mute breeze and all animals previously grazing the fields, had now disappeared into barns and stables, the farmers themselves disappearing into their own homes not soon after.

The sky had started out bright, as it did each day when it began to rise and the farmers get to work, but now the sky was such a pure black that nothing would penetrate through, it was like a black fog, that neither sunlight nor moonlight nor anything else could get through.

A patch of darkness appeared to become even blacker, accompanied with a loud 'crack' like that of thunder, but this was definitely not thunder, as seconds later two figures entwined together stumbled away from the cloud of black from which they had emerged, both battling with each other, taking no notice to where they currently were.

The air became dense, denser than it already was as it crackled with magic from the two as they were both blasted across different ends of the field, both smashing into the wooden fence that surrounded, what was normally an animal pasture.

A groan of pain escaped both, one figure rubbing their body, where they had collided with the fence while the other obliterated the fence where they had crashed, wood flew everywhere, splintered pieces sticking to the figure who cussed again.

"That's so unlady-like, 'Mrs I'm better then everyone', turns out you're not!" The other figure smirked as the first continued to hex the pieces of wood and the ground that held it, chunks of dirt flying at her and drawing more cussing.

"I don't care if it's not lady-like Mudblood, and I am better then you and your filthy friends!" The dark-haired figure shrieked, before turning around to the slightly shorter, brown-haired figure, her curved wand pointed to the girl with hair almost as curly and black as her own.

"Now where were we? Ahh I know, I was about to hex you into oblivion, you filthy Mudblood." The dark-haired female smirked, as the brunette girl pointed her own wand at the dark-haired witch.

"Sure you were, but I'm more interested in where the hell you apparated us to?" The brunette questioned, looking around slightly, but keeping her attention mostly on the witch across from her.

"What? I don't know this filthy place. I thought you would Muddy, seems like your type of environment." The dark witch sneered back at the girl.

"Ohh stop thinking you're so much higher then everyone else Lestrange, if anything you're lower then everyone else for being such a lapdog to Voldemort!" The girl shouted in anger, moving closer to square up to the older witch.

"How dare you say his name, you filthy girl!" Lestrange screamed closing in on the girl, so both were almost pressed together.

"See there you are again. More bothered about me saying his name then, where the fuck we are at the moment. Well, I can tell you that we're probably nowhere near your precious lord!" The girl laughed out, as the older witch frowned at the mention of not being near her master.