Kiya! Hello everybody. You may not know us cuz we spend our time elsewhere
on this cite. Well, I'm Dragonmistress and my partner's name is Celticgirl.
Couldn't you guess? I love Sirius and she loves Remus. Now, since no one
writes about Bellatrix (and who would!) we'll write about her. Let's see,
trying to make her look like a good girl. * brain explodes* That didn't
work.
Disclaimer: Well, if I DID own this, Sirius wouldn't be DEAD, now would he?
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"Bellatrix?"
"Yes, sir?"
"Gather all the shards of the Prophecy you can, understand?"
"Yes, sir."
Voldemort Apparated, leaving Bellatrix alone. She crossed through the various rooms she'd been in earlier that morning and walked into the one she was looking for.
It was such a lonely room that had once been alive with wizards and witches dueling each other. But now it was empty.
As she crossed the room to the broken Prophecy, Belltrix noticed the Veil swayed slightly, and she could hear whispering inside it.
The Veil was almost entrancing in a way. And she wondered: What was on the other side? How did you die by passing through it?
And Sirius, she dreaded. What if he came back? What if he was just hiding behind the Veil? What if he came out right now and killed her?
"No," Bellatrix told herself. "It won't happen."
The Veil swayed again, adding more whispers, frantic this time. She couldn't understand them. . . except one. "Did you mean to kill him?"
Did she? She hadn't purposely hit Sirius so he'd fall through the Veil.
Bellatrix panicked. She turned sharply and left the room and fast as she could without looking afraid.
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Veil is fun to capitalize, but that's the only reason we did so. Feel free to flame Bellatrix! This idea just came to us as we were updating another story.
Speaking of updating, we're not too good at that. So if you want us to continue, send lots 'o reviews! Reviews keep the authoresses going. Kinda like coffee. Only not as bad tasting.
Disclaimer: Well, if I DID own this, Sirius wouldn't be DEAD, now would he?
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"Bellatrix?"
"Yes, sir?"
"Gather all the shards of the Prophecy you can, understand?"
"Yes, sir."
Voldemort Apparated, leaving Bellatrix alone. She crossed through the various rooms she'd been in earlier that morning and walked into the one she was looking for.
It was such a lonely room that had once been alive with wizards and witches dueling each other. But now it was empty.
As she crossed the room to the broken Prophecy, Belltrix noticed the Veil swayed slightly, and she could hear whispering inside it.
The Veil was almost entrancing in a way. And she wondered: What was on the other side? How did you die by passing through it?
And Sirius, she dreaded. What if he came back? What if he was just hiding behind the Veil? What if he came out right now and killed her?
"No," Bellatrix told herself. "It won't happen."
The Veil swayed again, adding more whispers, frantic this time. She couldn't understand them. . . except one. "Did you mean to kill him?"
Did she? She hadn't purposely hit Sirius so he'd fall through the Veil.
Bellatrix panicked. She turned sharply and left the room and fast as she could without looking afraid.
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Veil is fun to capitalize, but that's the only reason we did so. Feel free to flame Bellatrix! This idea just came to us as we were updating another story.
Speaking of updating, we're not too good at that. So if you want us to continue, send lots 'o reviews! Reviews keep the authoresses going. Kinda like coffee. Only not as bad tasting.
