A/N: Hi everyone, me again with another story.
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The Beauty of a Black
Before Bellatrix Lastrange was sent to Azkaban, she was known to be one of the most beautiful woman in all of Wizarding Britain. Many men were enticed by her beauty.
Even though her beauty was so great, she did not like having pictures taken of her. In fact there were very few that have been taken. Even fewer now, since she destroyed most of them. In fact there where only three left. One was owned by her husband. He had hidden it away where only he could find it. The other Voldemort had, not that he knew of it. The last had been stuck in a book in the Black family Library of Number 12 Grimmould Place, having been Hidden there by her mother. Since Bellatrix was never one to care much for books and hardly ever entered the Black Library she never found it, and it remained there for many years not found by anyone.
That is until now.
Harry James Potter stared at the picture he had just found in a book in the Black Family Library. He had taken to hiding there from Mrs. Weasley, tired of her trying to force him to do the impossible task of cleaning the house. Whenever he wanted a break he went and hid in the back of the library, knowing that no one, save maybe Hermione, would find him.
That day he was bored so he decided to read a book to get rid of boredom. When he had opened this book something had fallen out of it. Out of curiosity he bent down to pick it up. The moment his eyes caught site of the seventeen year old girl on the back, he was mesmerized.
She was the most beautiful woman he had ever seen. Not even all of the Veela at the Quidditch world cup had surpassed her beauty.
Oh knew exactly who she was, having seen her Dumbledore's pensive during his forth year at Hogwarts. She had been getting convicted of torturing Frank and Alice Longbottom to insanity. He had felt the same about her then as he did now.
He was disgusted with himself. She was a Death Eater. She tortured and murdered people for fun. She was one of Voldemort's most faithful.
But he couldn't help himself. She was just so beautiful.
He tore his eyes away from the photo. He knew as long as it was around he wouldn't be able to get it out of his mind.
Closing his eyes he so didn't have to see what was happening he held it over a candle.
The photo burned, destroying one of last photos of Bellatrix Black. Now only two remained.
The End
