VOLDEMORT thought only of revenge as he died.
Revenge upon the loathsome creature that had killed him; Harry Potter.
The boy who had killed him; the boy who lived; the boy who had “saved” the Wizarding World. And, as Voldemort fell, his last breath drawing from him, raspy, as his consciousness faded into darkness, the Fallen Dark Lord uttered a spell.
Though Harry did not know, he was cursed.
Cursed by the Dark Lord, to never forget his name, to never forget his power; To Never forget Voldemort.
“You shall pay, Harry Potter.”
And then, as Voldemort hit the ground, his death echoed through the school; his army, his Death Eaters, their blood ran cold.
Their Lord had fallen.
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Bellatrix ran through the Hogwarts grounds, her hair a mat of sweat and dirt as she sprinted across the churned grass; standing on bodies, kicking away young children; the Death Eater ran, faster than she had ever ran before.
If it hadn’t been for the Polyjuice Potion The Lord had made one, unsuspecting Death Eater drink, she would not be alive.
Bellatrix had heard the Weasley Blood Traitor murder the Death Eater, believing that she had just murdered Bellatrix LeStrange. At the thought, Bellatrix cackled; after all, it would take more than a disgusting Blood Traitor to kill her. She would get her revenge on the Weasley Family.
But she could not do that now. She had to build her strength back up, she couldn’t fight; not yet. She may have been mad, but she was not rash, nor an idiot.
The Death Eaters, they were loyal. They would find Bellatrix; they would help her bring justice to her Dark Lord. And the cowards… the cowards that betrayed The Lord would pay. They would pay with their lives.
And the Potter boy. She would drink his blood, she would tear him limb from limb as his screams echoed in her mind. As he died. And she would love every second of it.
Suddenly, Bellatrix reached the lake. Without a second thought, she dove in, her arms pushing her forwards, cutting through the ebony waters smoothly and swiftly.
Dragging herself out of the water, Bellatrix craned her head back.
Flashes of red and green light emitted from the castle as Death Eaters were either killed or stunned.
They would be dealt with accordingly; or, as the Minister saw fit.
The Minister was an imbecile, a stupid, rash man who was clearly a bumbling fool who knew nothing of Politics. It had been her pleasure to Imperio him, Bellatrix thought, as she swung open the door to the Hogwarts Express; it had been -
“STUPEFY!”
Bellatrix swung back, just as a crack of red flew past her. Without missing a beat, Bellatrix pointed her wand at the person inside.
“Avada Kedavra!” Bellatrix screeched; then, with a crack of green, the figure slumped forwards; dead.
Grabbing fistfuls of their clothing, Bellatrix threw the body out of the compartment, into the mud beneath. She didn’t even glance at the face of the corpse; instead, she slammed the door shut.
Before another curse flew past her head.
“CRUCIO!” Bellatrix screeched, whipping around, about to kill the person who had sent the spell at her; before she gasped.
“Narcissa.”
“Bellatrix,” her sister nodded, blushing slightly. Bellatrix frowned.
“And why do I find you here, may I ask?” Bellatrix said, her eyes narrowed into slits.
“I saw you run from the battle. COWARD!”
Narcissa’s mouth hung open, and she took a step backwards;
“Bella, I -”
“‘Bella, I-’ NO! You don’t get to ANSWER, you disgusting, disloyal, loathsome creature! HOW DARE YOU!”
Bellatrix took a threatening step forwards; her face was flushed red.
Narcissa’s face hardened, and she raised her chin upwards.
“I merely care for my family, Bellatrix Lestrange,” she responded firmly.
Bellatrix cackled.
“So, here we see where your loyalties lie. Family,” Bellatrix spat onto the floor.
“And where is the boy? The one that didn’t have the guts to kill Dumbledore? The little sickly pale one? Hm?”
Narcissa clenched her fists.
“Don’t you dare speak of Draco that way, Bella!”
Suddenly, a tall, slender boy emerged from another compartment, his eyes steely grey, his gaze set upon Bellatrix.
“Oh, speak of the devil,” Bellatrix sneered, staring at her nephew; “You’re a whole family of little snakes, aren’t you?”
Draco swallowed.
“I thought you were dead,” the boy muttered; Bellatrix, angered, raised her wand.
“And I think you should learn some manner-”
“STUPEFY!”
The red light shot from Narcissa’s wand before Bellatrix could react; she was flung backwards, and lay on the ground, unmoving.
Narcissa blinked, before turning slowly to Draco.
“Tell - tell your father that Bellatrix-”
Draco nodded sullenly.
“What do we do with her?” he asked, quietly. “I’m guessing you don’t want to kill her," he added.
Narcissa winced at the word, and nodded.
“No. No, I do not.”
Draco bowed his head; “We could always hand her over to the Ministry, send her to Azkaban. She belongs there, after all.”
Narcissa rubbed her forehead, slumping into a chair;
“Maybe,” she whispered.
“Maybe."
