A/N: I've wanted to do something involving Bella and Lord Voldemort and I think the incident that really started her madness seemed fitting. This will, of course be a multi-chapter the next chapter should hopefully be up within the next few days. I own nothing, all characters and such belong to the wonderful J.K Rowling. I'm not going to beg for reviews but they would be nice.
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There comes a point in every person's life when they know that they are destined for greatness, destined for power. For Bellatrix Lestrange (at the time; Black) it was at the age of eleven when her father Cygnus sat her down and told her about Lord Voldemort. It was at that point that she knew she wanted to be a Death Eater, one of the closest to the Dark Lord and by the time she reached Hogwarts she knew more spells then most third years. After all, she did come from the Noble and Most Ancient House of Black and, while growing up was treated like royalty.
At Hogwarts she knew she was a little different. She was that twisted Black girl who was fascinated with the Dark Arts, who hardly ever handed her homework on time yet always got top marks in all her tests, except for Divination of course which was, after all a useless subject to begin with. No, everyone who knew Bellatrix, even as a young teenager knew that soon enough she would be someone not to mess with, someone to try to avoid.
But now here she was, mere hours after the fall of her master acting as if the very world around her was crashing to the ground. Much to her displeasure she was not alone, other Death Eaters gathered at her younger sister's house, planning what to do next. No one spoke to the woman who was standing by the window closest to the door quite obviously deep in thought. If it wasn't for her all these pathetic people wouldn't even know he was gone yet. That was presuming he was gone after all, she for one simply refused to believe it.
She was there, it had been herself and Bart Crouch Jr who the Dark Lord had requested accompany him, not that he would need any help, they were simply there as a lookout. Their instructions, stay hidden, under no circumstances were they to enter that house and most importantly, keep an eye out for anyone who might have been coming to visit the Potter's and stop them immediately.
And so the pair stood, a couple of toy soldiers standing frozen in the shadows, the witch watching everything unfold before her through the windows and the wizard constantly watching up and down the street, searching for any sign of movement. It had been said that these two were the maddest out of the Death Eaters but what did they know? They weren't mad simply devoted, there was a difference, a big one at that. When the first flash of green light shot from the windows – invisible to everyone else but the inhabitants inside the house and the witch and wizard lurking in the shadows – Bellatrix let out a howl of laughter which echoed down the street causing Barty to jump slightly at the sound. One dead, only two more to go.
Slowly her laughter turned to silence once more as the two Death Eaters watched in anticipation Bellatrix drawing her wand out swiftly pointing it at a bush nearby with had just rustled, sending a streak of blinding green light towards the source of the movement. A manic smile found itself on the witch's lips as she walked over to the bush to examine her work, expecting to see either the dead body of an Auror or an Order of the Phoenix Member only to be disappointed to find the carcass of an ordinary owl. Kicking the creature she turned around to return to her post just in time to hear a woman's scream escape from the top of the window and yet another blinding flash of green light.
Turning to look at each other the two Death Eaters exchanged brief expressions of glory, knowing that their master's work had been completed. Slowly the woman started to walk up to the door of the house, followed closely by Barty, eager to see the Dark Lord again. Seconds pasted and slowly so did the minutes and no movement had been made in the house. Surely her master should be out here by now, his work was done but instead the house was silent. That was until a baby started screaming in the top room.
Without stopping to think of the consequences Bellatrix ran through the non-existent door, knocking varies pieces of furniture over as she made her way through the house and up the stairs towards the nursery her shadow the only thing following her as she did. She didn't know where Barty had gotten to and at the moment she didn't care. All she knew was that minutes had passed since the deathly spell had been shot in the house and her Master hadn't returned yet.
Barging her way into the child's room she found more than a small infant waiting for her. The black haired baby was in the arms of her own disgrace of a cousin, Sirius Black, the woman's body limp on the floor and her Master nowhere to be found. Before she could really take in anything that had happen Bellatrix found herself charging at her cousin, a look of pure hatred in her dark eyes.
"You!" she screamed as she pulled her wand out, aiming it directly at the man's cheat. "What did you do? Where is he?" she screeched taken over by a blind rage. Why was he here? If he had known about the Dark Lord how had he gotten here so fast and most importantly, why hadn't she heard him?
"Voldemort? He's dead dear cousin, killed by a baby." Sirius gloated, ignoring the insanity that had obviously taken over the woman in front of him as he shifted the baby so it would be harder for her to get too.
Before she could react, before she could take in what he had said she heard footsteps running up the staircase, obviously Barty had heard her scream and had come up to see what was going on. She didn't turn around to look at the Death Eater, instead she re-aimed her wand, she wasn't going to continue the taunting that her disgrace of a cousin had started, she wasn't even going to torture him. She was going to kill him, right here and now then take care of the baby who seemed to think this was all just some big game. Yelling the first few letters of the killing curse, Bellatrix felt a firm hand grab hold of her shoulder and the next thing she knew she was, at her sisters Manor, her arm still outstretched ready to kill a man who was no longer there.
"What did you do!?" Bellatrix screamed as she turned around, now face to face with Barty, lowering her wand to her side.
"The Dark Lord told us not to interfere; you wait until he finds out!" Barty yelled back, grabbing hold of Bella's shoulders, in attempt to make her see reason.
"Don't touch me!" the woman shrieked as she removed his hands with her own. "Don't you see? If what Black said was true, which I think it was, He's gone! And you took me away before I could kill my own disgrace of a cousin. It's all your fault!" the woman screamed before turning around and running down the hallway.
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Since the arrival of the Death Eaters Bellatrix hadn't said a word, not even to her sister who had eventually given up on trying to get anything out of her. While the Death Eaters spoke in quiet whispers Bellatrix stood at the window, as if foolishly hoping that any moment now he would turn up and announce the young boy to be dead. But it never happened, he never showed up. Although all reason told her that he wouldn't come back she knew that he couldn't truly be gone and so she stood there her usually alight eyes dead watching for the slightest hint of movement.
It was the early hours of the morning when Bellatrix finally moved raising her hood so it covered her wild hair and her face, making it impossible to recognise who she was. Without a word the Death Eater disappeared in a puff of black smoke, he was out there, somewhere, she just didn't know where.