Bellatrix Black, so much more then the sadistic women, who tortured Hermione or the unhinged witch - who became the Dark Lord's last and best lieutenant. She was a sister, the eldest of The Noble and Most Ancient House of Black, who became an instru...
"Teach me how to fight I'll show you how to win You're my mortal flaw And I'm your fatal sin" Beth Crowley
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Andromeda would have to take the secret to her grave she thought – what she saw (what she realized.)
She'd angrily seen Bellatrix touch Cissy kiss her – she was furious - and she'd followed them (hidden herself.) She'd watched as her sisters walked along the Black Lake, as storm clouds opened wide -torrential rain falling. She'd never realized how powerful she truly was until the moment.
(The moment the dementors appeared.) Flying like fog in the wind.
She'd felt as though all the happiness was sucked from her soul. She'd seen them then- making straight for Bellatrix. Who was already touched by darkness and couldn't produce the spell to save herself (or Narcissa.)
Her screams – were cut short, but they seemed to echo forever- Andromeda saw her sisters attacked by the specters.
Bellatrix had thrown herself between the largest one, holding Cissy to her (her face pressed into her breast.) Narcissa was crying and the dementors began to suck the life from her.
Andromeda could only gasp – "Expecto patronum" the spell they'd learned repelled dementors. She'd never cast it - her own fear would, lick her like flames. Tears falling quickly – a smoke appeared and then disappeared - as the dementors noticed her she yelled the spell.
It was her love that made it soo.
As she fell to her knees, a unicorn burst forth from her wand. It ran at the dementors, they dispersed at its light. Standing she ran to Narcissa, who lay holding Bellatrix (her eye's vacant and cold.)
Both sisters held each other -their cries drowning out the thunder.
Dromeda would never forgive herself -but she saw Narcissa completely heartbroken. It was then she realized her baby sister was in love with Bella.
She whimpered as she'd reached out and touched Bellatrix's (on the gruesome mark she knew belonged to him.) He'd already branded her like a prized animal.
As Lord Voldemort stood before the girls – he looked at Bellatrix with not a shred of pity. She was useless now?
But she was still alive (her magic had kept her safe– her madness -it had saved her). The dementors might have taken her soul-but they'd shied away from her broken mind. She could be made over -he could make her his instrument.
He'd smiled at the sickly sight and the girls had shuttered to see it. He'd taken Bellatrix in his arms and turned to look at them.
"It'll be alright" his words had sounded like death to their ears "I'll repair her -you don't need a soul to live. A soul is a fail safe and she'll be better without it anyway."
Narcissa had looked then upon him with her own version of devotion – but Andromeda could only feel hatred.
Lord Voldemort had laughed "I can't let you remember this -obviate" he'd directed the wand at Narcissa.
Andromeda hadn't waited – she'd grabbed her sister and apparated (she'd heard his screams before she'd arrived in the entrance hall of Black Manor.) She'd known she wasn't to remember either.
That night fearing for Cissy's safety and what Lord Voldemort would do to and with Bellatrix (she ran away.) She never looked back.
Bellatrix was married – but she came back different – wrong (the only ghost of her former self locked in her painting.)
Andromeda was blasted off the family tree – Narcissa was forced to marry the man her sister had avoided by running away.
The painting was forgotten for years – it remained in the Lestrange's' vault. Bellatrix's blood staining the magic ink with her essence. Blood is life – it always has to be blood you see.
On Narcissa's seventeenth birthday – it snowed. She waited for Bellatrix to come – but her sister had forgotten her -she was deep in the war. Even as she sent a letter - a furious and heartbroken Narcissa let Lucius take her on a date. She never knew that Lucius had been intended for Dromeda.
The war was a bloody one and Bellatrix was consumed by Lord Voldemort. The pure love she once had for her sister, gone with her soul, now replaced with a savage lust was left.
Whatever dark spell he'd done on Bellatrix left her fully capable to murder without thought. She had a crazy madness that only Narcissa could reach through.
Voldemort had been right -you could live without a soul and Bella's madness had been born of torture so it was torture she desired. She'd given everything to protect Narcissa.
So Bellatrix lived in a nightmare she couldn't wake from (her sister's love - couldn't stop the screams. It was only in killing she felt she wasn't completely lost.)
Hearing that Narcissa was to marry Lucius – she wasn't hurt. She had her Dark Lord now, and she threw- herself into the war with a blood lust (that lead Voldemort to know he'd made the right choice.)
Never had he seen a woman with such a thrust – thought there had never been a wizard as powerful as he. A wizard that could reverse some of the effects of a dementors kiss. She hadn't ended up in St. Mungo's (he'd repaired enough to make her fully functional – a puppet -for him.) No one was the wiser - she was the only woman with half a soul.
Oh Voldemort was clever – he'd lied. The dementors had taken only half of her soul - something that had never happened before. He didn't know how that was possible...
But Narcissa and Andromeda would know it was from love -Narcissa protecting her (holding her safe in her arms) as the dementor tried to suck everything from the broken woman. Every hope -though Andromeda's patronus hadn't completely saved her (rather it was love - coupled with the abuse of her fractured mind—that saved her.) Bellatrix's soul was splintered. A little was left -just enough that love could still reside in her heart.
As a well aimed "Crucio" fell from her lips only fueling a manic delight that crossed her face with a well timed smirk. He was awestruck - her devotion was absolute -she was his most loyal. He'd made her.
To her he gave one of his most precious – things- a cup (more than what met the eye.) He treasured and used her whenever he desired, the once proud woman became nothing but a slave to his whim -his emotions. She was now completely his. She was content.
She didn't – she couldn't remember – but he said he'd saved her. He'd told her there had been an accident that Andromeda had abandoned her to dementors. He'd said he alone saved her from complete madness. Bellatrix thus hated Dromeda with a passion and by an extension her daughter.
As the years went by - the more destruction she left in her wake (the more lucid she seemed to become.) Killing filled her with her own sort of delight. As the love she had for sister struggled to break free of the bindings Voldemort had made.
When Bellatrix – found out Narcissa was pregnant-something began to change.
All who saw her fight –would be at awe- to her - fury – like a manic warrior she struck without thought – her only thought to concur – control – this was better than killing. She liked seeing their clarity dim for their eyes - madness she herself had.
Then one night – she completely went too far-in her own blind pain (the night her Lord disappeared.)
