Disclaimer: I don't own Hary Potter...but i do own Bella who'll you'll read about in a minute:)
What's this is about: This is just the prolougue right here, but i'm planning on writing the HP series from Bellatrix(Bella for short) Merope Lestrange's POV-the daughter of Voldemort and Bellatrix Lestrange. I dont have time, or honestly, the patience to write the ENTIRE seven books from her POV so instead i was thinking of just picking the major events out of each book and showing her part in them. I'll tell u at the beginning where in the book i'm writing from, although u should probably(hopefully) be able to figure it out by my writing...Anyways thanks for reading this, and i love reivews:)
What are you willing to die for?
The question ricocheted around the inside of my skull, rattling my brain and setting fire to my soul, as I tore my way through the forest.
Most people never gave this question much thought. Most never have to. I don't have that luxury.
It's ironic how most people can convince themselves, in the safety of their own imagination, that they'd die for a greater cause. They truly believe in their own strength and moral codes; they can't picture themselves ever faltering from cowardice. They might even envision their heroic act, replaying the fight scene where they emerge victorious, over and over again. But when the moment actually comes, they can't do it. Survival instinct takes over and they freeze up. In a fight or flight situation, people rarely chose to fight if they know they can't win.
Then there are others who possess that inner fire. People who never expect themselves to be brave, or a hero. People who might even consider themselves a coward-and in everyday situations they are-but when it matters most, they, willingly, would walk to their deaths if it would stop the unimaginable. In that infinitesimal moment of absolute peril, when they're about to lose it all, everything suddenly snaps into place and their purpose becomes crystal clear.
Some things are bigger than you and me.
We are all dispensable.
In the end, we are all here to serve a greater cause.
My head spun with the dizzying weight of these revelations. I felt the world slow down as I pounded my way through the dense forest. My heart thumped hard against my ribs and my face dripped with sweat.
I felt a flame smoldering in the crevice of my heart. It was merely a spark, enough to heat my soul with hope, but not nearly enough to harden my resolve.
I suppose the question is if this flame will transform into a brilliant, all-consuming, fire, or be extinguished by fear.
What are you willing to die for, Bella?
