Bellatrix Lestrange was a name that screamed a heady mixture of fear and desire at the same time. She was known for her brutal and various methods of torture. Her cruel beauty could captivate men with just one glance, she was one of the most powerful witches the wizarding world had seen in decades and she was always at the right hand of the Dark Lord, all in all a deadly combination.

She had killed, cursed or tortured thousands of people, she had faced many a powerful witch and wizard, been heavily outnumbered and yet still managed to escape alive. Of course, eventually she knew that she would be caught it was only a matter of time.

Bellatrix assumed that she was strong enough to survive Askaban; after all she was from the noble house of Black. But after 14 years, she had changed beyond all recognition. For the cruel beauty that she had once possessed had hollowed out, while her wit and intelligence was as sharp as ever, her mind was not. 14 years in Askaban had left mental scars as well as physical on her.

Bellatrix was a woman possessed. The one thing that hadn't changed in all those years was her devotion to the Dark Lord, if anything it had grown stronger. There was fierceness in her eyes that hadn't been there before. Her security blanket, the only thing she had left to cling to was the hope that Lord Voldemort would rescue her. She didn't care about her husband Rodolphaus, he was expendable.

Askaban had changed her forever and though she didn't yet know it, it was her obsession with the Dark Lord that would cause her downfall. In the end, she had killed so many that there was only one price that Bellatrix could really pay, her life.

It was in the final battle when Bellatrix's life flashed before her eyes. Dueling with three people at once would have quickly destroyed a lesser witch, but not Bellatrix. If she was to die in this battle, she wasn't going down without a fight. She laughed, as Molly Weasley prepared to duel with her, Bellatrix was sure that she would beat her quickly.

Molly was stronger than she had anticipated, when that final burst of light exploded from Molly's wand and hit Bellatrix squarely in the chest; she knew it was the end. Her life flashed before her eyes, all the people she had killed and tortured, her loveless marriage and her time in Askaban. She had given everything in service to the Dark Lord.

Bellatrix had nothing left to give.

But she wouldn't have it any other way.