Okay. So get this. I wrote a long Authors Note but my internet was spazzing on me. Damn.
This is my first fic since forever. D: I miss Harry Potter...too much anime...Too much Kuroshitsuji...Code Geass...and Vampire Knight...I'm currently reading the Clique series though. It is ah-mah-zing!
So yeah. I don't know which category to put this in so...umm...Sorry? D: Note : [major] subtle hints of insane Bellatrix.
Disclaimer: Don't own the most awesome witch ever.
The Joker
"Avada Kedavra!" A screech cut through the silent night. A flash of green light, a dull thud of a body and then the sound of running. Curly dark hair in contrast to the night, the dead of night, the pureblood ran. Her cloak trailed behind her, wand in the ready as her dark eyes crazed up.
She stopped abruptly, not getting far. She looked at all the wizards in front of her and with a slashing motion of her wand, killed each of them before the other could react. She let out a snicker, as if she was happy and as she straightened, the moon hit a good angle of her face. Bellatrix Lestrange. Fearsome, fearless and bold. The epitome of insanity, the greatest Death Eater. A prodigious witch with no conscience. Bellatrix Lestrange was she, and she was a wretch.
Bellatrix now stood in a mass of corpses. Discarded bodies, souls no longer there but lingered in the air. No...to Bellatrix, there were no such things as souls. For a moment she stood there, looking at all the bodies around her. Dead, unmoving, never to take life. Would she end up like that? Would she end up dead? In the hands of another wizard? In the hands of somebody stronger than her, more horrible than her in terms of morality.
Would Bellatrix really be reduced to such a level? To die in another's hand? No. She will not. But as she looked around, she figured out that one day, sooner or maybe later, she, too, would lose her life. But when she would die, she would not be forgotten. Her story would be foretold to all dark wizards...yes, Bellatrix herself would be legend.
She raised her wand up into the air, and instead of casting a spell, dropped it to the ground. Head thrown back, hands now at her sides, like claws, waiting for their prey, she started laughing. She laughed like a mad woman, the cackle so high and icy cold it sent shivers to the other Death Eaters. The witch laughed. She laughed at others misery, at their death, at their pain. And she laughed at her own future.
Bellatrix laughs like the Joker she truly is, and she vowed...she vowed that - - "I will die laughing!" her scream pierced the night sky.
