The words escape my lips and the flash of green light erupts from my wand. It strikes the Ravenclaw boy directly in the chest and he crumples onto the floor like a limp puppet.
I feel nothing.
And why should I? This boy – this young, foolish boy – stood in the way of me and by doing so, stood in the way of the Dark Lord's conquest. He came to defend his precious school from our elite forces and he failed. I step over his lifeless body and continue to walk calmly through the building.
Ah, Hogwarts. How I've missed your stony walls; your cold, hard floor. Except this time, it's a little warmer, what with the raging fires tearing up the place. A little smile escapes my lips. Oh, I am enjoying this. On the walls hangs a garish yellow Hufflepuff banner with their pathetic little badger embellished in black. A simple Incendio charm sets the thing alight.
They always were the worst house. The leftovers. The idiots. Not swotty enough for Ravenclaw. Not foolishly reckless enough for Gryffindor. Not worthy enough for the noble Slytherin house.
I turn a corner in the rubble-littered corridor, leaving the smouldering banner to burn away. Two Hogwarts students, exhausted and beaten, appear at the other end of the corridor. They draw their wands with a surprising amount of determination when they see me. One of them, an older girl with a red and scarlet tie, shoots a stunning spell in my direction. It misses me by a mile and instead shatters a window. I let out a loud cackle and yell 'Crucio'. My curse hits the girl and she releases a tremendous squeal of pain. I love it when they do that. Really gives me a sense of power.
The other student, a slightly younger boy from Ravenclaw, shouts 'Expelliarmus' and his spell flies towards me. Really? A disarming spell? Predictable. With an effortless slash of the wand, I counter his spell and it whizzes back at him. The child's wand flies from his hand and clatters onto the ground next to the Gryffindor girl who is still writhing in pain. He makes a lunge for it but I shoot a Killing Curse in his direction. It strikes his torso and he too collapses, dead.
The girl screams again, this time for her friend. She fights off my Cruciatus Curse and stands up, drawing her wand as she goes. I giggle. It's funny when they get all serious. I make the first move, firing a Blasting Curse at her. The girl dodges the curse by a fraction and it instead blasts an enormous hole in a wall, debris flying everywhere.
Of course, I could dispatch of this girl in an instant if I so wished; but what's the rush? I've got the time. She fires a succession of spells at me; jinxes, hexes, curses, each one missing or being deflected.
"Is that the best you've got?" I cackle at her "What do they teach at Hogwarts these days?"
Suddenly, a woman appears from round the corner and shouts "Get out of here! I'll deal with this one" at the Gryffindor girl. In an instant, the girl turns on her heel and sprints from the scene. I fire a Killing Curse at her head as she zips round the corner but she inconveniently ducks and it catches a portrait of a dragon instead.
Never mind. I'm sure somebody will get the little coward.
Then the new woman turns her head round to look at me. Face full of grit and anger, she shoots a glare of pure hatred. And that's when I recognise her.
Little Nymphadora. My niece.
Oh this will be fun.
A/N. Hello and welcome! Thanks for giving this chapter a read, please leave a review if you liked it or even if you didn't. Bellatrix is a bitch, isn't she? Luckily she gets her comeuppance in the unlikely form of Molly Weasley! Whose battle experience would you like to read about? Leave a suggestion in a review if you wish. Thanks again for reading.
