Everyone is hiding from something; a secret, a lie. Mine just happens to be a curse, one bestowed upon me before my first birthday; a curse that says I'm supposed to die before I turn sixteen. But that isn't going to happen, because I have a plan. You see, it's impossible to prick your finger on the spindle of a spin...
The game is called paranoia. Everyone gets a name. The object of the game is to 'kill' that person. This time, the game was taken too far. And now, someone has to die.
This is my version of how Bellatrix became the insane Death Eater she is. It is written as diary entries and flash backs and there is no happy ending. I claim no rights to any characters or places pulled from the Harry Potter universe.