The Madness of Bellatrix Lestrange

The Madness of Bellatrix Lestrange

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"No one becomes depraved all at once." "History is written by the Victors. " Or so they say. We triumphed much but in the end -victors we were not. Most of us received pardons for our ..."crimes". Surprisingly even I. What we didn't get was control over our story. Everyone knows ours names , my name. They think they know me. But all they know is what they've been told. Ive got freedom from prison to live my life but nowhere to do so. Murderer, traitor , pariah, whore. The last one is a new addition , well not entirely new, just newly revived. I wasn't always stained. I was innocent once too. No one remembers that Bella. She's dead . ************************ Memories from my life exploring what led to my "madness" {Of course I own nothing - all characters belong to the queen JK Rowling}
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The Malfoy's daughter is unappreciated and sent away as much as possible. She spent lots of time with her aunt Bellatrix, but not even Bellatrix likes her. But one day something happens that... how shall I say it? Puts her Above Them All ............................................................. "IM NOT TALKING TO YOU!" "F*CK OFF!" "I'm not in the mood!" "God, you're worse than I am!" Every day, every hour, I'm reminded that I'm a mistake. I should've never been born. I walk outside and stare at the moon. A voice was behind. "Misunderstood? Unappreciated? Just like I was? Join me," a white hand reaches out to mine. I look up. Time Riddle. Or more known as Voldemort. Should I take his hand?

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