Dead Stop.
Summary: They say when you die, your life flashes right before your eyes. Is what you see sometimes so much harder to take the second time around? But is there anyway to change it?
For one second, the whole world seems to come to a stop.
The air seemed thick, with tension and fear- just the way she liked it.
(The girl screams, her husband already has gone to far to be reached. And she soon will as well.)
But this time it was her own.
She couldn't remember ever feeling this…scared (there wasn't another word for it) in the hall before, since the day she was sorted.
(Well, then, another Black! But you, you're brave, and so loyal… maybe I should put you in Gryffindor, girl..)
The windows are broken, with early morning sunlight shining through.
(She sees the little girl she loved so much, sneaking off, never to return, as the sun rises.)
Tables have been thrown everywhere, and people are so tightly shoved in the hall it's hard to breathe.
Bodies are being tossed about, with sparks of color moving them from one place to another, with all types of intentions. ("Is that the best you can do?" He taunts)
The woman standing across the hall is shouting something at her, eyes full of the need to protect, and genuine hate. (The baby who was dead before she saw the world…just a month younger than her cousin)
She supposes she deserves it. She never did anything to prove otherwise.
Across the hall, the only other serious duel seems to have stopped as well. Her master is almost frozen, his eyes pinned on her. (How often had she wished to be in his glaze!)
He seemed, almost frightened, for her.
(He cared for her more than the son-of-a-bitch she was forced to share a bed with did)
She looked down, just a glance, and sees the green sparks. She laughs. (Just as he did)
The world seems to go dark.
(She wishes she could start it all over)
The world seems to have changed to pure white, all around her.
She looks down, and sees that her body is still intact, to her surprise.
"Bellatrix."
A figure clothed in long white robes walks to her. It is tall, and seems to have an air of someone who knows all about just everything.
It stands before her, and she sees it as a she, with long, angelic hair, with a full smile.
"I can change everything."She states it as if discussing the weather, or something else as simple.
"How?" Bella asks. She begs herself not to seem overly excited.
"I can go back, and change one thing."
Bellatrix thinks of her memories, and the day she was sorted stands out in her mind.
She was under such stress, being the eldest. She had to be a good little Black, and go right into Slytherin, just like everyone else. But she could have been a Gryffindor, like Sirius…
"I want you to switch me and Sirius."
The figure raises her eyebrow, questioningly.
"I want to be the one who is good, the one who is free to do anything. Make Sirius Cygnus and Druella's child, and me the daughter of Orion and Walburga."
The figure nods at her. " Easy enough."
She closes her eyes, and Bellatrix feels her memories begin to disappear. "You will appear as a 9 year old, with all childhood memories, but only one of your own. How to contact me."
Bellatrix feels the world begin to fade away.
Now, just for things to just turn out happy.
Now, I know, I have about ten stories that are begging to be written, but this little plot bunny wouldn't leave me alone!
And when Bella means change her and Sirius, she means everything(:
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