Ok, since my last attempt at a Harry Potter fic didn't go over so well with some, I've decided to try something new. Check this out. I've changed a few things with Hermione and Bellatrix to fit my comfort zone, but other than that, everything is fine.
Nope, don't own Harry Potter. No HP ownage here.
Six years ago
"Tell me! Where did you get the sword, Mudblood?" Hermione screamed out in agony as Bellatrix put the Cruciatus Curse on her once more.
"Please, it's a fake. I swear, it's a fake."
"You're lying!" Bellatrix shrieked. "How dare you lie to me. Where did you get it?"
"It's a fake! Please!"
"Crucio!"
"No!" Tears leaked down Hermione's cheeks as her body twisted itself.
"Tell me the truth!"
"I am!" Hermione yelled, trying to calm the angered witch. "It's a fake sword! We made it ourselves."
"You're barely out of school age!" Bellatrix screeched. "Did that filthy goblin downstairs help you take it from my vault? Did he? Crucio!" Hermione was near uncomprehending at this point. She couldn't think very far past the pain settling into her bones and muscles. "Answer me, you filthy mudblood."
Hermione screamed out once more, her high keening bouncing around the walls as she tried desperately to stay conscious. "I… No, he didn't help us. Please stop! Please!"
Bellatrix snarled as she glared down at the limp form at her feet. The other Death Eaters were wondering what she would do next. Bellatrix glared down at the heavily-breathing limp form of Hermione and growled, "Bring me the goblin."
As Draco was sent down to bring Griphook, Bellatrix glared down at Hermione. "Crucio!" Hermione's screams bounced back at her as Bellatrix held the curse. When it was finally lifted after what felt like years later, Hermione sighed in relief. It was short-lived as Bellatrix drew a dagger and knelt next to her. Hermione whimpered in fear as the dark witch grabbed her arm.
"If the goblin informs me that you are lying, you will beg for death." Bellatrix hissed, digging the dagger into the flesh of her arm and beginning to carve something. Hermione screamed in agony at the excruciating pain shooting through her arm as Bellatrix wrote something. When the dark witch was finally finished, Hermione relaxed slightly and fought for consciousness, but eventually succumbed to the darkness.
A few weeks later
Bellatrix laughed like a madwoman as she skipped around spells and curses from Molly Weasley. The two women dueled skillfully, Bellatrix going off experience and Molly letting her anger and grief fuel her curses. Beside them, Voldemort battled against Aberforth Dumbledore and two others, their fight not going quite as effectively. Bellatrix taunted and teased Molly mercilessly as Molly shot back threats and promises of torture. Suddenly, just as Molly was about to cast the killing curse, a collective gasp rang through the hall and even Bellatrix stopped to see what was going on. There, standing before the Dark Lord with his wand drawn, was Harry Potter. Bellatrix growled as she watched Molly Weasley carefully. The redheaded woman's eyes were focused solely on Harry and so, Bellatrix took this as her moment to slip out of the woman's line of sight an closer to her lord in case he needed assistance. Bellatrix watched Potter's every move, daring him to make an attempt at the Dark Lord's life.
Everything around was silent as the two talked. And when they both raised their wands, Bellatrix gripped hers There was a loud bang as the Dark Lord flew backward from Potter's Expelliarmus charm. Bellatrix stared in utter shock as her master, her idol, her god fell to the ground and lay still. "No!" she screamed, running to him. "My Lord!" she shouted, kneeling next to him. "My lord, wake up!"
Everyone is silent as Bellatrix stared down at the dead man before her. Suddenly, the dark witch's head snapped up and she snarled at Potter. Waving her wand, the little twit was instantly down on the ground, screaming as his limbs twisted and turned themselves. Numerous wizards rushed forward immediately, but Bellatrix didn't lift the spell until a few minutes after the boy had gone unconscious. The wizards dared not come near her for fear of getting the business end of her wand. Ropes flew from six different directions while body-binding spells flew from three more and an incarcerous was also thrown in. Bellatrix didn't try to fight, she simply looked down at her fallen master and a lone tear slipped from her eye.
The Aurors escorted Bellatrix out of the castle and the black-haired witch barely noticed the jeers, threats, and insults that came her way; she felt numb. Everything she had ever known had been a lie and she had eaten it up. As she entered Azkaban, Bellatrix didn't bother fighting the dementors, she simply let the guards lead her to her cell. The dementors were now minor guards, not allowed to be the main source of security. Now, they had a dragon and both vampires and werewolves alike guarding the prisoners. Bellatrix sits on her bed and doesn't resist as they remove her wand and her favorite dagger and any other weapons she was holding. When they left her alone, Bellatrix stood and moved over to her window, looking out into the night and sighing as she thought more on her life.
"I'm back." She muttered, sitting on her bed, crossing her legs and closing her eyes, beginning to do some long-needed meditation on what was really happening in her life. After all, she was going to be there a long time.
Four years ago
The wind rustled outside of the building, waves crashed on the stone and howls ripped through the air as the werewolves attacked the vampires on yet another bright full moon. The hisses floated through the hallways as growls made the prisoners shrink to the deepest corners of their cells, trying to stay out of sight and, hopefully, out of smell. Clouds flutter unevenly across the bright night sky and, somewhere in the dark confines of the prison, someone screams out in agony as their head is ripped off and their spine is snapped.
A figure slowly approached the bars of the cell window, eyes unable to look beyond because of the lids obscuring their view. Deep steady breaths were taken as pallid skin began transforming. Growing pinker, little feathery tips erupted from the skin, growing into full feathers as a nose and mouth slowly merged together and began forming a grayish beak. Arms shrank and grew wider, legs became smaller and much thinner. Toes merged together as feet grew in length and clothes fell silently to the ground as the body shrank in on itself. Ears fused into the side of the head as hair melded with the feathers.
At last, the transformation was complete and the beak opened wide to let out a call. As wings flapped feverishly in the slight wind, two deep brown eyes opened wide and the beak opened again, sending a cackle-like call into the night air as the slightly larger than average raven glided away from the horrid prison.
I know, strange beginning and all y'all are going O.O WTF? But questions will be answered throughout the fic any questions once the fic is finished can get PMed to me and I'll answer them.