A/N The title is a song by IAMX and I wanted to do a story about it but had trouble finding who. Bellatrix is my favourite character and when I thought the song fit, in my opinion, with her quite well. Review for comments, criticism and whether you like it or not.
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This will make you love again
She was haunted, by the past that could not be forgotten. Frozen in in time and trapped in her memories.
Nightmares frequently visited her during cold nights. So she found something that could take her mind of it.
Power.
Power, she thought, could fill the guilt in her soul and the gap in her heart.
She was wrong of course.
That summer she grew up. No longer was she the pale, skinny girl of 15. Now she was the Ferocious Bellatrix Black. To be feared.
It gave the older slytherins a surprise when she arrived back at Hogwarts, none so more than him. He who had befriended her and then… dropped her, so she fell, falling like a stone in deep, deep water; with no one to save her from drowning.
Now he knew who she was, who didn't. Everyone knew her, cowered away from her, in fear and awe.
The dark arts had captivated her attention and by being around the right sort of people she could get what she wanted.
Power.
By 17 she had grown taller, and developed a regal beauty, like the other Black women. Her mother forced her out into society, to find a suitable huzzband. That's how Druella Black pronounced it, with a hiss, like a snake, cruel and sharp tongued.
Bellatrix however had lovers, not husbands, and he was one of them.
Not long after graduation, she had been branded as a Death Eater. Her lovers few and far between, now it was just him and her. Not in love, no Bellatrix Black was never in love, she was predisposed.
They had frequent arrangements, and soon Druella found out. Immediately speaking to his father, soon they were engaged.
She seemed, to an observer, casually calm neither excited nor nervous. Inside however, she was ashamed to admit, ecstatic. She had vowed to herself, when she was younger, to never marry. After seeing what it had done to her own mother it was enough to assure her of its danger. But now it seemed fate had handed her what she had wanted.
With him she could marry.
A year later she was married, young at 19, yet ready evident from her stature.
She never planned on having… children. Never a fan of them either, luckily neither was he. As the Dark Lord began his rise to power she steadily became more and more obsessed with him. How he knew what his goals were and how to achieve power.
Then on the 31st of October 1980 it happened.
Voldemort had assured her that he would do it on his own. He was wrong. Soon as she heard, she grew mad.
"LIES!" she cried
"LIES! THE DARK LORD SHALL RETURN."
He too had not accepted his defeat; tortured those blood traitor Longbottoms with her and remained proud to be a Death Eater.
All the way to Azkaban he didn't leave her. He whispered in her ear every time she began to shake in rage, when she saw the prison and found it hard to retain her steely barrier. He was there.
He stayed with her until the end, even though they never truly loved one another. Rodolphus Lestrange was there until the end.