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...
"Shatter me! Somebody make me feel alive And shatter me If I break the glass then I'll have to fly There's no one to catch me if I take a dive I'm scared of changing The days stay the same The world is spinning but only in gray"
- Lindsey Stirling ft. Lzzy Hale
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Her loyalty was gone.
After the cup was stolen - from the vault (she'd waited - then she'd be gone.)
Except for the Gemini curse, the room looked much as she remembered it. She'd sifted through her things until she found her painting. She'd quickly left the bank to apparate back to Black Manor. She had little time -
She located the secret book she'd hidden years ago. 'Secrets of the Blackest Blood.'
She didn't have much time - the last battle was about to begin.
"What are you doing?" yelped sixteen year old Bella....
"Never you mind!"
"Are you doing blood magic?!" Her young self asked more curious than frightened.
"Yes-I'm saving us -he'll pay for what he did to Narcissa."
She looked into her younger self's eyes—she saw tears.
"It wasn't supposed to be this way" she whispered to herself -no this spell had never been about destroying Lord Voldemort. "But he's dammed us all."
She cut into her hand, more of her blood soaking through to the painting -as her lips mimicked the wordless magic spell. As the painting glowed -she took a flask from her robes, "a little something I found in the Department of Mysteries" she cooed.
She poured some of the shimmering liquid onto the painting and then drank the rest. She gasped, feeling dizzy as she fell to the floor -her painting beneath her.
Her last thought was - I'm going to punish you.
Bellatrix had fought ruthlessly - completely losing herself in the feeling of her madness.
And when midnight struck, she'd seen Narcissa in the forest and watched as Harry Potter approached Voldemort. He'd die -she cackled.
Then she'd kill -him.
But it hadn't gone according to plan, none of it and Bellatrix had found herself in the Great Hall - dueling three young girls. She'd giggled when she'd noticed two - the mudblood and strange girl from Malfoy dungeon. She reveled in it - teasing them.
Then she saw the crazy eyes of Molly Weasley - she'd know her anywhere.
She would love killing her -
As the girls drew back, the redhead witch and the ebony darkness of Bellatrix Lestrange circled one another.
Everything in the room seemed to fade as Bellatrix watched the fury in her opponent's eyes. She let out a manic giggle.
"Not my daughter! You bitch!" the woman screamed.....
And with that -everything went black....
When Bellatrix opened her eyes -they felt heavy like lead. In her vision she saw the library of Black Manor -but she was taller then she should have been. The angle she was in was all wrong. She frowned -as she felt how strongly heavy her hair had become.
When had it been this thick, she touched it and her heart began to race-
She knew and she'd never bothered to de-charm her painting -so she could find Cissy.
