There are no sunrises anymore. Only darkness. Only death. Only power.

2.

    Bellatrix loved to be feared. And now, since she had her wand, she was feared once again. But still, her foolish so called husband wanted to start an argument with her.
"But I love you, Bella!"
Rodolphus Lestrange pleaded, as his wife didn't do what he wanted. But Bellatrix only sent him a disgusted look;
"I hate you, Rodolphus, and you know it!"
Where Rodolphus would've wanted a perfect pureblood marriage, his wife couldn't even stand the thought of him. They were arguing in the dining room of the Malfoy manor, and other people in the room, including Lucius and Narcissa, Antonin Dolohov and Rabastan Lestrange, were staring at the two.
"You're my wife, you should be doing exactly what I want!"
This sent Bellatrix to the edge. She was not his toy.
"You are no one to tell me what to do! You do not own me, you filthy, weak fool!"
Rodolphus's eyes flashed with anger, and without a second thought, he raised his hand, and with all force he had, hit Bellatrix Lestrange. She didn't even flinch, and before he had any time to apologise, after he realised what he did, she drew out her wand. Rodolphus had no chance to reject the spells, and he crashed through a wall, screaming in pure agony as her curses hit him.

     When she decided that she had wounded and injured him enough, she left the unconsious man to lay on the floor. Bellatrix powerfully walked out of the room, slammed the door behind her, leaving everyone else terrified in the room. She stormed into her own room, put spells on the door, to not to let anyone in, and then collapsed against the cold wall. No one would treat her like that. And now, Rodolphus had once again learned it too. Bellatrix started madly murmuring something about herself not being weak, but as soon as she felt the burning feeling on her left arm, she stood up and went to a mirror. After placing one of her bad clamour charms on her bruising cheek and eye, she walked downstairs.

     "Dismissed. Except you, Bellatrix."
Bellatrix curiously turned, and sat back down to her place on Voldemort's right. When every other Death eather had left, the Dark Lord waved his hand and the door closed itself.
"Your clamour charm has never been good."
Bellatrix only let out a small laugh for this, knowing that he saw through her spell all the time.
"I believe you have already dealed with Rodolphus?"
Without straightly answering his question, she only answered;
"One of his whores is healing him right now."

    A few months later, it was already time to place the vision in Harry Potter's head, to get the prophecy. They, or actually, Voldemort, had decided not to let Bellatrix go to the ministry. He had rationalized it this way:
"There will be a war. And I need you, Bellatrix, in that war. Fighting a few schoolboys would be a far too easy to you, wouldn't it?"
And now, Bellatrix was patongin around the room, waiting with the Dark Lord for the others to come back. Suddenly, Voldemort rose from his chair, hissing;
"They've failed."
And with that, he apparated them both to the ministry, just in time to Bellatrix look at the situation for a second, and then act in another.
"Avada Kedavra!"
Her own cousin, Sirius Black, fell with a green light from her wand. This caused Harry Potter to scream with an earpiercing voice, and before she could cast another spell, the door to the hall opened. Albus Dumbledore. Bellatrix didn't know where Voldemort had gone, and in that moment, she realised there was nothing she could do. With a flash of his wand, Dumbledore captured almost every Death Eater in the room, and the rest with another, not noticing her in the shadows. Finally, Harry Potter had realised who had came into the room, he turned to face his headmaster, tears running down his face, pointing towards her way.
"She killed him. SHE KILLED HIM!"
Dumbledore's eyes followed to where Potter was pointing. Bellatrix was already at the door out which led of the room, wearing a cruel smile on her lips. Dumbledore shot a spell at her, and because of her fast reflexes, she reacted in time and the spell vanished into the air, as she rejected it. Dumbledore clearly hadn't excepted this, and neither had she.

This chapter is mostly trash, I couldn't figure out a way to make it better with still including all the scenes. So, I'm sorry for that!

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