AN: Yes, the title is from Disney's Frozen, I was listening to the song as I finished writing this short story.

This is my first story to the mrsProbie Ouran High School Host Club Character challenge. If any one is interested in it here is the url : topic/44309/163882147/1/#164315576

Disclaimer: I do not own Harry Potter and I never shall

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All the years in Azkaban had not been kind to Bellatrix Lestrange, both in looks and sanity. She sat in darkness, being robbed of all glimpses of happiness she may have had in between moments of lucidness. Many days and nights were echoed with her screams of anger, pain, and insanity.

But her Lord came, taking back his truly loyal followers, taken them from the man made hell on earth, and into the familiar cold and ostentatious halls of Malfoy Manor to try and recover from their stay in Azkaban. Among the Death Eater ranks were a total of 11 Medi-Wizards and Witches, making the task an easier one by far. When a Medi-Witch gave Bellatrix her prognosis, she was close to killing someone.

"No magic usage for AT LEAST six months," the little upstart had advised. Luckily for the itty bitty witch, Bellatrix Lestrange nee Black does not follow advice from anyone that wasn't her Lord - not the law, the Black family code, and certainly not her husband. So, two months after her escape, the grey eyed woman started out with basic spells that she learned as a first year - the softening charm, a fire-making spell, Wingardium Leviosa, and the like. In secret of course. Though her Lord had been told the health of all the escapees, he hadn't explicitly commanded that the healers advice had to be followed to a tee, and Bellatrix wanted to keep it that way. If Lord Voldemort told her not to use her magic, then she would follow his orders.

She continued practicing basic spells and charms, wandlessly and wordlessly for the most part, until it had been five months since she had been out of Azkaban. Bella felt stronger than she had in so long - and angrier. Her brother-in-law, Rabastan, had seen her use her magic and knew that she wasn't to use magic for at least another month, just like him and his brother. The little blighter had announced that he was going to inform the Dark Lord of her defiance after dinner. She'd stormed out of their shared quarters, fuming at the audacity of the the younger wizard - just because she was more driven than he was, he was jealous!

Before she knew where her feet were taking her, she was in the infamous Malfoy Garden, those albino peacocks that reminded her so much of the poof of an owner, Lucius, walking around her. She saw those birds and her rage spilled over its boiling point.

"Avada Kedavra!" yelled out the deranged woman, pointing at the unsuspecting birds. The rush of power and strength made her cackle in delight - she felt more alive then she could ever remember feeling, even better than the first time she'd used dark magic. She did it again and again, the bright green light flashing across her pale, gaunt face as her mouth split into a manic grin.

Suffice to say, when her Lord found her two hours later, he allowed her to continue using her magic , and the Malfoy gardens were half as full with albino peacocks as they were before her massacre started.