I don't knowthe language of the elves sooo you will just have to deal. I was inspired by NadiaKrum's story The Veil. The similarities you see between them is a shout out to her story. If you haven't read it already, I highly recommend that you do. I am looking at the book and the movie for references but obviously this isn't going to be exact. It's going to be a mix of the two so if you look at it and think 'Hey that wasn't in the movie/book! It was probably in the other. I hope you enjoy reading about Bellatrix as much as I enjoy writing her.

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Bellatrix cackled madly as she killed yet another one of Potter's friends. She was being pursued by them and she ran through the battle sending one attack after another to them. Bellatrix Lestrange was usually a cautious woman, but in that moment she collided with two spells. She fell to the ground. This was what was thought to be the end of Bellatrix Lestrange. She lie there, with nothing to do, she couldn't move. There was an angry cry from her lord and her heart leapt with joy. Her eyes found him and she found him angrily fighting with Harry Potter. Her heart sank into her stomach as she found no concern for her in his eyes when her eyes met his. A voice floated through her head. If he doesn't care…why should I? She had known for many years that he spared no thought for her and yet she strived to get his attention. Now she knew in her heart that he had just strung her along, like all the other women he had taken to bed. In that moment, feeling returned to her body and she apparated.

She landed in the department of mysteries. There was a voice in the air that she could not understand. She walked towards the voices cautiously, her wand raised as she intended to kill anyone who didn't comply with her demands. Her eyes shot to a door and she opened it. Vaguely she remembered this was the place where she killed Sirius. She around and found the voices coming from the ark. She was enthralled by them and started slowly walking towards it. Her legs seemed to move on their own, nothing to stop them until she reached the ark.

There was nothing in the way now. The war was none of her concern anymore. The man she had fought for did not care for her the way she cared for him, fought for him. Slowly she reached up with her hand towards the veil. There was nothing she could do to stop herself from going into the veil. The words rang in her ears, getting louder as she got closer. Suddenly she thrust herself through, not caring that she was probably going to die from this.

She landed in a forest on her butt and let out a groan of pain. Getting up, she dusted herself off and her head shot up when she heard a voice. "Well it seems the Gods have answered my prayer." There, in front of her, sat Dumbledore. She whipped her wand at him and hissed "You're dead! How can you be here Dumbledore?" He looked at her with a confused look in his eye and said "I believe you have me confused with someone else." She looked at him, her anger rising as she said "No! This cannot be! I saw you fall off the tower!"

"My dear I think you better stop talking to me that way. I do not know this 'Dumbledore' you speak of. I am called Gandalf the Grey." He shook his head then, "No. I guess this time, I shall be called Gandalf the white. Hmm, yes it is fitting. Come my dear."

She wasn't entirely convinced but she lowered her wand, mainly because she knew he was much more powerful than she. Her eyes examined his staff and deemed him too much trouble to start a battle with.

"Where are we?" She demanded.

He looked startled and said "We are in the Fangorn forest my dear."

"Do not dare call me dear"

He seemed amused as he said "Are you alone Milady?"

"Yes I am. I do not need protection from anything. I am a pureblooded witch and I do not need anyone to hold my hand and keep me from the oh so bad danger." She laughed maniacally "They would surely need protection from me!"

He seemed interested as he asked "You are a witch?"

"Yes of course I am!"

"What is the name given to you?"

"Bellatrix Black." She felt no need to tell him her true name, plus Rudolphus Lestrange had fallen in battle so she was technically a widow. The magical bindings that held her to him were no longer so technically she could go back to using her old name. Not that she was reasoning with herself. Not at all.

"From where do you hail from?"

"You ask a lot of questions."

He chuckled and replied "I'm sorry my dear. It's just an old man's curiosity."

She huffed and crossed her arms over her chest before mumbling "Just like Dumbledore. He's daft if he thinks I'll be fooled."

They walked for a very long time before she finally just sat down and said simply "Rest."

He had that god awful twinkle in his eye as he sat down, apparently amused. He brought out a pipe and lit it before she said out of habit "That will kill you." He looked surprised and laughed, puffs of smoke coming out as he did. "My dear when you get as old as me, you will want to smoke too."

She huffed and said "No I will not! I was brought up the right way and I absolutely refuse to touch that stuff. Fucking muggle made… I refuse to even go near it."

He looked at her with those all seeing eyes and she felt uncomfortable as she shifted. Turning away, she refused to look at him and instead focused on the trees. The trees themselves were a nasty shit stained brown color and many noises were coming from them, as if they would fall over any second. She couldn't help but glare at most of them, hating the fact that she was within them. Her eyes roamed the scene and could not find anything but the bloody trees to look at so she instead concentrated on a twig that kept the trees out of her peripheral view. The twig was a dead yellow and brownish color and she bent it between her fingers, making the each side touch the other.

She leaned against a tree and closed her eyes, intent on getting some rest before the next time they had to walk again. Sooner than she thought, she heard him get up and let out a yawn before saying "Young lady, it's time to go." Groaning, she opened her eyes and slowly got up,

They walked for many hours until he suddenly stopped and murmured to her to where she could barely just hear "I hope you will not be startled by this my dear." Suddenly he started glowing pure white, so much so he almost blinded her. On instinct to protect herself, she cast a spell of pure darkness over herself. She felt herself go into the darkness and watched with darkness veiled over her as many people started talking. The light dimmed but she did nothing to get rid of the darkness. She was just being cautious as she didn't want to be blinded by the light again. Slowly she walked up.

He laid his hand on the short mans head, and the man looked up and laughed suddenly. "Gandalf!" he said. "But you are all in white!"

"Yes, I am white now." Bellatrix snorted, but was ignored. "Indeed I am Saruman, one might almost say, Saruman as he should have been. But come now, tell me of yourselves! I have passed through fire and deep water, since we parted. I have forgotten much that I thought I knew, and learned again much that I had forgotten. I can see many things far off , but many things that are close at hand I cannot see. Tell me of yourselves!"

They finally saw her and took a double take, and she decided to suck the darkness back into her wand to sleep. It was quite a site indeed. Gimli was the first to speak.

"Gandalf who is this woman? A sorceress? Us dwarfs do not take kindly to surprises, especially ones such as this."

"Calm yourself Gimli. She is indeed a magical being but she is merely the female version of myself with the exception of age and wisdom."

She rolled her eyes as the group looked at her in a new light. The pale one looked to the scraggly looking man and said something she could not understand.

"I do not trust her. I sense great darkness coming from her."

Aragorn laid a hand on his shoulder and said back "We must trust Mithrandir's judgment." He looked at her "but that does not mean we cannot keep a watchful eye on her."

The elf nodded and eyed the woman one more time before speaking to Gandalf.

Bellatrix was getting bored with their conversation; she had gotten the gist of it anyway. Apparently they were on a 'quest' to destroy a ring but apparently lost their chosen one, she grimaced at that, and then they were on their way to save some…hobbits? Whatever those were. Apparently one of their own had died after he had tried to steal the ring. This ring sounded powerful, very powerful. A question arose in her head.

"Why not use the ring against your enemies?"

Heads swiveled towards her and she tilted her head at the myriad of expressions on them. The pale one answered in a strained voice "Boromir thought so too. In the end he died. Many others have thought the way you do but in the end they all end up dying a brutal death. The ring will disease you, make you think you can use it when all it wants is to go back to its master. Its trickery is second to none. No one but him can use it."

He was so forceful that she felt no choice but to believe him. She said nothing more but felt a growing annoyance between her legs. Standing she started off into the trees, but was interrupted by the old man "Where are you going my dear?" She growled under her breath and said moodily "I'm going to take a piss. Is that alright with you?"

The pale one gasped and said "A lady should not use such language!"

Just to piss him off she turned around, ignoring the persisting pain in her gut for right then, crossed her arms around her chest and said "Piss. Fuck. Cunt. Penis. Dick. Ass. Shit. Puss-"

"We very much are able to grasp your point young lady, now stop using such words in my presence." Gandalf all but shouted at her. She smirked and took off into the woods. Finding a suitable spot, she cursed under her breath about how a pureblood shouldn't have to go to such lengths just to relieve themselves, and brought up her dress before letting herself go. She finished and hopped over the spot she just peed and transfigured a leaf into toilet paper before wiping herself and throwing it haphazardly on the forest floor before scourigifying the pee.

After she was done, she walked back through the forest to where she had last seen them and heard voices coming from in front of her. On instinct, she ducked behind a tree, and listened.

"Gandalf are you sure you can trust her?"

"I'm quite sure we can't trust her."

"Then why bring her Gandalf?"

"She is very powerful, and we will need her on our side if we are to win this war."

She sneered, she would be on nobody's side. Bellatrix was known for doing one thing, and that was whatever the hell she wanted. Nobody could stop her, well…aside from her lord but now even he couldn't stop her. Deciding she didn't want to hear any more of this talk, she stomped especially loudly towards them. The voices quieted as she thought when she arrived and she took the time to glare at every single one of them. Everyone but Gandalf seemed surprised by the venom in her stare.

Gandalf let out a sigh and got up, "Come friends, let us go." She huffed but followed them out through the woods, getting much entertainment out of making sudden movements which made the pale one and the scraggly looking one tense. Gandalf looked at her every now and then with an annoyed look on his face that said 'Are you really this childish?' She stuck her tongue out at him. He rolled his eyes, sighed, and continued on. The dwarf on the other hand was sending her cautious glances and when she caught him, he glared at her. Just to mess with him, she whipped out her wand and twirled it in her fingers. His eyes widened and his hands gripped his axe harder which only made her grin widely.

They came to a clearing and Gandalf whistled three times. Bellatrix wondered how the old man had that much oxygen in his system with all the smoking he did. 3 horses came galloping towards them and Bellatrix's heart sank. She had only ridden on a horse once in her life, and she had hated it. The galloping strides it took dug into her in the most uncomfortable way. What's more, there was only three horses. Which meant she would have to ride with somebody else, most likely being…Aragorn? Or…Legolas? The dwarf looked as if he would have to ride with someone else as well and she couldn't help but feel disgust for the horses coming up to them. Gandalf spoke to them some more, which she ignored, opting for glaring at the damned thing, hoping that if she glared hard enough, it wouldn't dare let her on its back. Her wishing did her no good, because the white one that had come up behind Shadowfax came up to her and bumped its nose against her head. She growled, it whined, she walked away from it, it followed, her anger rose, and it stomped its feet on the ground.

"You beast, what do you want!" She finally yelled in frustration. It bumped its nose up against her head yet again and she sighed, giving up. Turning away, she saw four sets of eyes staring at her. 3 in surprise, 1 in amusement.

"What?" She hissed at Gandalf

"Arod seems to like you."

"Well he's a stupid brute then." It neighed as if it were offended and she shot her eyes up to it. "You are stupid if you like me." It stomped its feet a bit before bumping its nose against her temple.

She couldn't help but let out groan as it pulled at the clothing on her arm with its teeth. Legolas appeared beside her and stroked the horses long snout before grabbing her hand and bringing it up to his snout. She felt slightly uncomfortable as she stroked the horses snout. It let out a content snort. She looked away to see Legolas staring at her as if he were trying to figure her out and she snatched her hand away before stomping off. Unfortunately it followed her and she turned to yell at it when Legolas said "You are to ride with me." She glared at him, daring him to make her when she was suddenly lifted off the ground and set on the horse. Turning she saw Gandalf looking at her innocently with his staff raised. She growled at him and crossed her arms over her chest, intent on not letting him get to her. Feeling Legolas climb on after her, her senses went on high alert.

They took off, and she wiggled uncomfortably on the horse before 'accidentally' head butting Legolas. He decided to make the horse go faster, making her even more uncomfortable and cursing his whole family line. She hated every single one of them with a passion and was sorely tempted to Avada Kadavra every single one of them but the only thing standing in her way was Gandalf. Her expression darkened further as she tried to imagine a way for her to achieve her goal of killing them.

This went on for some time, only resting for a few hours at a time before Bellatrix, who was not used to getting a full nights sleep, finally just simply passed out. She was jostled when Legolas rearranged himself on the horse and looked around sleepily. They were passing through a rugged looking town and she nodded when Gimli said "You would find more cheer in a graveyard." It seemed like these people had been seeing a dementor daily for their faces bore scars of darkness on them, much like she did. She couldn't help but shiver as she remembered her days in Azkaban. She turned away from them only to see wide eyes staring at her. A gasp came from her mouth as she exclaimed "Severus? !"

"Bellatrix?"

"Stop!" She ordered Legolas and she was relieved when he did. Wiggling herself off of the horse she walked determinedly up to the man who looked so much like Severus and grabbed his arm. Warmth ran through her cold fingers and she looked up at him in shock as she said "But your dead! I saw your lifeless body myself!"

"Do you know this man?" Gandalf said behind her. She ignored him and instead chose to exclaim "How can this be real! You're dead. I saw you!"

He wasn't looking up at her but instead chose to stare up at Gandalf as he whispered in a tight voice "Dumbledore?"

"Ah, another one from another land but alas young one, I am not the one you seek. I am Gandalf the White. " Bellatrix grabbed Severus' chin and brought it towards her, examining it closely as she said "Are you really him?"

He tensed and pushed her hand away from his face roughly before saying "Yes I am. Do you not see me here standing before you?"

"Impossible. I must be going mad."

He sighed and said "Believe what you want, but I have no wish to spend any time with you." He looked towards the others and said "You would be wise to do the same. This woman will only get you killed and will end up betraying you in the end."

She hissed and whipped out her wand and said "Who are you, a half blood, to judge me, a pureblood!"

He eyed her warily before saying "I have no wand Bellatrix, so strike me down if you want but you will just be proving my point."

"Put away your wand Bellatrix! This is no place for a fight such as this."

She grudgingly put it away before saying curiously, and with venom, "Where is your wand Severus?"

He looked at her for a moment before looking up at the castle in front of them. "A man by the name of Grima Wormtongue took it."

"Why did you not just kill him?"

He looked at her with a sneer on his face and said "And face countless soldiers. I think not. I am not as reckless as you are Bella."

She growled at the name when Gandalf spoke. "Come Bellatrix, your…friend shall come with us as well. I'm sure we can reason with the king."

Snape looked doubtful but walked with them up to the castle where they dismounted their horses. The horses were taken to the stables as they approached the castle. A man stopped them and introduced himself as Háma, then ordered them to give up their weapons. Bellatrix kept her mouth shut about her wand, knowing that if she said anything, she would likely end up being scolded by Gandalf and she did not feel like keeping up with his wit right now. One of the guards was looking at her as if she were a piece of meat and she glared harshly at him to which he raised an eyebrow at. Apparently he had not seen a woman who would stand up to a man.

She growled under her breath and turned back to Háma to hear him say "Your staff?"

"Surely you would not part an old man from his walking stick."

The man looked like he was reluctant but instead turned his eyes towards her. "Your weapons miss."

"What do you mean?"

"Surely you did not think that because you're a woman you were excluded. Your weapons."

"I have no weapons to speak of."

He looked at her meaningfully and said "If you will not comply we will have to search you."

"If you so much as lay a hand on me you filthy mu-"

"Bellatrix" A warning tone came from Gandalf and he looked at her with that look that said 'just do it.'

She huffed and crossed her arms over her chest saying "Fine. You will not find any on me though."

The guard that had been staring at her stepped forward and started patting her down and, his hands wondering until Legolas said in a strange voice "I believe that is enough."

Bellatrix was seething. She wanted to torture him right then and there, but no. This was not her land and if what Severus said was true, they would only take her wand, leaving her powerless. She would get the guard back though. There was nothing she could do now, but once this was all over and she could get him alone…oh she would have her revenge, she swore to it.

The dark look on her face alarmed Legolas and he looked away, not wanting to know what she had planned. He could only hope that she wasn't too angry with the guard. He did not want to know what she was going to do if she truly was that slighted.

They walked into the castle and Bellatrix's eyes immediately found that of who she guessed was Grima Wormtongue. He reminded her of Peter Pettigrew, which only darkened her mood even further. She couldn't help but raise her nose in disgust at his appearance. He looked worse than Severus, and that was saying something.

He looked towards and old and worn looking man whom she guessed was King Théoden and said in a nasty slithering voice "My lord…Gandalf the Grey is coming." Bellatrix sneered at the man and found herself hating him with a passion. She forcedly stopped herself from hearing and nearly groaned when Gandalf's voice reached her ears as they walked.

"The courtesy of your hall has somewhat lessened of late…Théoden King."

The slimy git whispered yet again into the man's ear "He is not welcome." Bellatrix looked around to see men walking beside them and eyeing them up. She felt her muscles tense and relax at the possibility of a fight. She looked back at the older man when she saw him move out of the corner of her eye.

His voice sounded worn and seemed like it took a lot of energy out of him just to speak. "Why…should I welcome you…Gandalf Stormcrow…" He looked to Grima as if seeking approval and the disgusting worms head nodded as he told the king "A just question my liege."

Grima stood up as he said "Late is the hour in which this conjurer chooses to appear. Láthspell I name you, Ill-news; and ill news is an ill guest." Bellatrix growled under her breath as she saw the group of men still walking by their side as if they were stalking their prey. She did not like that. She liked being the one stalking the prey. Her hand twitched as a desire to kill them burned through her but she resisted, choosing instead to see how Gandalf would take this.

Gandalf spoke in a cold voice towards Wormtongue "Be silent. Keep your forked tongue behind your teeth. I have not passed through fire and death to bandy with a witless worm." He then held up his staff towards the disgusting man and Bellatrix felt a warmth of the oncoming battle spread throughout her body.

"His staff." He whispered as he backed away. "I told you to take the wizards staff!"

They ran at them and Bellatrix cackled madly as she whipped out her wand and sent off many spells at a time. She did not send very dark spells though, feeling Gandalf's warning glare on her back when she did try. The man who felt her up came at her and suddenly her rage mixed with her magic and let the raw magic twist its way into a black whip to which she sent at him, causing a large red gash to appear on his front side. She went to whip at him again but was stopped by a hand on her wrist. Her anger increased and she turned to her assailant to find Legolas. "We do not want them to find out your true nature. Believe me when I say you will have your revenge."

A scowl erupted on her face but nevertheless she sucked the whip into her wand and continued with less harmful spells, all the while resisting the urge to use Crucio and Avada Kadavra on them. They made their way up to the king and the attacks finally stopped. She turned towards Gimli who was holding Wormtongue down just in time to see Severus punch a guard and knock them out. She raised an eyebrow but he kept his expression blank. She turned to the scene in front of her when she heard laughter coming from the king.

His voice seemed to have taken on a new strength as he said "You have no power here, Gandalf the Grey."

Gandalf whipped off his cloak and the room suddenly got brighter. Théoden seemed to be in pain as he shrunk himself back from Gandalf suddenly. Bellatrix hissed at the brightness and slowly walked back into the darker part of the room and behind a pillar.

"I will draw you Saruman, as poison is drawn from a wound."

He thrust his staff towards the king and Théoden cried out in pain as he jumped in his seat. A woman ran out towards the older man and was pulled back by Aragorn.

A voice that was not his own said "If I go, Théoden dies."

He was thrust back by the staff yet again as Gandalf exclaimed. "You did not kill me, and you will not kill him!"

Saruman seemed to be struggling to keep ahold of Théoden as he looked at Gandalf determinedly and said with venom "Rohan is mine."

Bellatrix watched with great interest as Gandalf took ahold of his staff with both hands and said with determination set in his voice "Begone."

The man twisted his head as if trying to keep ahold of himself before suddenly crying out and thrusting himself towards Gandalf. Gandalf thrust his magic towards the man and Bellatrix could see Saruman leaving his body.

Gandalf let out a sigh of tiredness and Bellatrix watched as the King let out a groan before falling only to be caught by the woman that Aragorn had held back. Bellatrix watched in slight amazement as the king's age slowly went away to reveal a younger and slightly handsome looking man.

He looked towards the girl with a slight smile on his face and recognition in his eyes "I know your face."

The girl smiled in amazement as he said "Eowyn." Bellatrix sneered in disgust at the scene before her and turned away, refusing to listen. She saw Wormtongue try and get away but was stopped by Gimli. Bellatrix weaved her way through the crowd staring up at the man grasping his sword in amazement and finally got to her destination, but not before attracting the attention of the pale one. She heard orders that Wormtongue be thrown out but held up her hand, making them falter. Flicking her wrist, she felt her wand land in her hand and stuck it to his throat. "Where is his wand?" The menace in her voice promised torture upon no answer and he trembled as he dug around in his robes to pull out a black wand. She snatched it from him and watched as they literally threw him out of the castle. Severus eyed her warily when she held out his wand to him. He slowly took it in his hands and took a deep breath, as if he were breathing fresh air for the first time in a long time. His eyes snapped back to hers.

"Why would you do this?"

"Don't make anything out of it. I would rather a half blood have a wand than a filthy muggle laying its hands on it is all."

Turning away from him she walked out with the others only to see Aragorn stop Théoden from killing Wormtongue. Legolas and Snape stood on both sides of her as she said with malice "He shouldn't have stopped him."

Snape kept his eyes trained on them as he drawled "Finally…we agree on something."

Legolas' eyes shot over to Snape as he wondered if his soul was as dark as Bellatrix's. He felt no evil from him, and saw only a wise look in his eye as if he had been through many troubles far too soon.

The king looked towards them as he asked where is son was. The girl had a mournful look on her face and Bellatrix got the idea that he was dead. Her lip twitched in amusement as she thought of the irony of the situation. To come out of a spell only to find your only heir is dead. Yes, she thought darkly to herself, this shall be an interesting experience.

If only she knew the battle's, internal and external, that lie ahead of her.

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Over 5,000 words. Woot! This is just the beginning. I hope you enjoyed it!