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Her lord had tasked her with a most important task. Something that would possibly determine the outcome of the war against the light. She couldn't fail him after her recent incapability to perform her sworn duties in recent months past.

Frank and Alice Longbottom must die. If their son is the one that threatens her lord then he must be destroyed too before those prophesised words come to fruition.

Not many have the ear of the dark lord as she does but he told her what would happen if the night failed, not that she believed it would. The fate of everything lay on her shoulders and she wouldn't betray that.

She trusted in the fact that he was a skillful mastermind and always had a contingency plan. He prepared her for what would happen if failure did occur and she silently promised herself she wouldn't let it. The lord had his own duties to carry out and she only could send her best wishes to him silently.

She resolved herself in a composed manner that belayed her station. Time to work.

Casting a silent charm the English rain bounced uselessly inches from her head and rolled down to the ground as she stepped out into the open night. A jerk of the hand and a little eye contact had them moving swiftly. They stalked the house as the predators they truly were and within minutes the only form of defence against them was torn down.

In less than a minute they had reached the inner foyer and were creeping up the second story landing to their helpless prey. They were four shadows moving silently in the darken house, practised and sure in their way.

Light speared forth from a seemingly empty corner, a resounding crack followed as it made contact where once there had been a body but it had moved quickly out of the way. It unfortunately felt the effects of the radius of the blast being hit square on.

"Rodolphus!" one of the shadows agonised as a slumped body hit the floor. Debris spread on all of them and she quickly realised that she had lead them into a trap.

"Longbottom wants to play? Ah, we'll have so much fun!" she crackled in the most menacing manner she could while her comrade was dragged to cover. She had to belay a calm to the others that didn't betray the rage she felt inside at being so foolish. The easy persona came to her quickly.

"Give up now Lestrange the Order is on its way!" the voice followed the words with another volley of light that she easily deflected.

"Do you really think your Dumbledore's top concern? A little pretentious of you don't you think, Alice?" she and her fellow sent back just as much as they could and heard the frustrated grunts of a man and women now visible as much as the night allowed.

They were more powerful of the two and outnumbered them. She considered the time restraints upon them and barked out orders to the two conscious men. Shortly after the two defenders were overpowered and subdued with their limbs stationary on the floor.

"Please!" The women helplessly stared on as her husband was tortured by the two men. A malicious grin over took one of the attackers faces as a belt was undone and the man on the ground eyes filled with terror.

"Crouch! There isn't time for that!" She shouted at him then focussed on the squirming women.

"Crucio!"The light hit the women and her screams filled the air. This continued on for what seemed to be for hours when it really was only minutes.

The torment stopped only for it to begin again in what was the start of countless curses. At some point her mind finally snapped in a manic display. Blood dripping out of her lips from the hole she tore into the flesh of her cheek she laughed eerily causing the sound to cut through the home and her husband's raw screams.

"Why are you laughing you filthy traitor!" a kick to the ribs didn't stop the women from the sound.

Finally progressing into a giggle, she suppressed into her hand whispered words that could only be heard by one other person in the room.

"I felt them, the wards. I may never be a mother to my child but neither will you be to yours! You've lost, Bellatrix! You've lost!" her laugh picked up again as she repeated the words over and over in a high pitched voice.

"What did you just say? How? How did you know that! Crucio!" a crack was heard and she knew that she was finished. Footsteps rushed towards them but she wouldn't give up so easily.

"Bella! Their coming! What do we do?" Lost eyes stared at her for guidance that she was required to give.

"We are the dark lord's faithful followers; we will fight how he would want us to! Rabastan cover your brother! Crouch take the left!" in a moment bodies flooded the room and it lit up in an array of colors. There was too much, even for her. She watched as they took down the others, bloodied and beaten. Three spells converged as one and hit her in the chest sending her into a wall. Darkness crept into her vision as her last helpless thought was on what she was leaving behind.