Chapter 1- Severed Ties
Disclaimer: I do not own any of the characters in this fanfiction. All characters and references are the property of JK Rowling.
[A/N The time frame for this fanfiction is from the end of the Order of the Phoenix to the end of the Deathly Hallows]
The niece who she despised the most was chasing her in the midst of the battle. The wench who did not like to be called by her proper forename had decided to try her hand at the great Bellatrix Lestrange. Down below, another heated fight was ensuing between Bellatrix's estranged cousin, Sirius, and her sister's husband, Lucius, near a mysterious veil in the middle of the room, after the prophecy about the boy and Voldemort had been smashed. The Potter boy was watching from a distance, as various other sycophantic members of the Order saved his friends. Whilst trying to hold off the moron of a Metamorphmagus pursuing her, Bellatrix was keeping a close eye on Sirius and Lucius, waiting to make her move.
Tonks was throwing curses left, right and centre at Bella, who in turn was both blocking and retaliating.
Sirius had just blown Lucius away with a perfectly executed Stunning spell, and at that moment, Bellatrix swooped down on her prey like an eagle in heat, ready to kill. Sirius, however, was ready. No sooner had Bellatrix landed than an earth shattering duel started between the two cousins. It was clear that the two relatives were duelling to kill. Bellatrix shot a fiery red beam at Sirius, which just missed.
"Come on, you can do better than that!" he shouted, his bellow echoing throughout the room.
Oh, you're going to regret that, you bastard, Bellatrix thought, as she fired another jet of light at Sirius, which crashed into his chest. Sirius slowly fell into the veil, his last laugh illustrated on his face.
Bellatrix looked up to the top of the hall, and cackled in excitement. She was clearly satisfied with her work. She ran through a gap in the wall to the Atrium screaming, "I KILLED SIRIUS BLACK!" at the top of her voice. She looked behind her to see a new challenger. A skinny boy with untidy hair and round glasses brandished his wand and exclaimed, "Crucio!"
The exclamation contrasted with the feebleness of the execution. A weak jet of red light hit Bellatrix in the arm and she fell to the marble floor. As she lay there, she giggled and cried, "You've got to mean them, Potter! You cannot win against me with those piss-poor spells, for I am Lord Voldemort's most faithful servant!"
However, as she screamed her last claim, Bellatrix realised that there was one other servant of the Dark Lord's whose faith equalled hers, if not outweighed it.
And then he appeared, the man who she lived to serve for. The dark wizard formerly known as Tom Riddle had entered the Atrium, and was taunting the scrawny geek who had tried to use Bellatrix's signature spell on her, to no avail. All the while, he was running through her mind. What would he say if she told him that the prophecy had been smashed? The prophecy he had overheard. Bellatrix had to know. It was imperative. As a battle she did not care for commenced in the Atrium, she slithered into a fireplace and the Floo Network carried her to him.
Bellatrix apparated into a dim lit room full of flasks, parts of animals and which contained a musky smell, as if someone had died.
"Can I help you, Bella?" the voice of Severus Snape asked.
"Oh, Severus. I've just come from the Ministry, the Dark Lord's there, and he looked fucking furious. I don't know what to do!"
Snape sensed that Bella was going to rant, and poured her a glass of oak matured mead. He handed her the glass and told her to sit on the floor. He joined her.
"We were trying to get Sybill Trelawney's prophecy, Snape. We fought the Order, almost successfully. I killed my cousin."
"You—you killed Sirius?"
"Yes. I meant it, as well. The problem is, the prophecy was smashed before Sirius died, in the midst of the fight. I don't know how, but it was smashed and I could do nothing as I was battling Tonks," Bellatrix stopped as tears ran down her cheeks, "IT HELD THE ANSWER TO EVERYTHING, SNAPE, AND WE FUCKED UP!"
Bellatrix howled with grief, and she sobbed as Snape offered his shoulder for her to cry on. It was the first time that he had seen the vulnerable side of the somewhat solid Bellatrix Lestrange. He felt sympathy for her.
"Bella," he sighed, "Listen to me. You are not to blame for the destruction of the prophecy. You were fighting Tonks. Voldemort trusts you, he will simply find someone else to blame. He will find out the contents of the prophecy, I can assure you."
Bellatrix continued to sob, and Snape held her face up by her chin. He looked into her dark, empty eyes, and kissed her on her burgundy lips. Bellatrix, in the heat of the moment, responded to Snape's advance, and they locked lips for what felt like a lifetime to all involved.
Wait a minute, Bellatrix thought, whilst entwined with Snape, I should've made the advance. She pulled away as she regained her senses, and struck Snape on the cheek with the palm of her hand. She ran over to the fireplace she had arrived in, and disapparated. Snape, meanwhile, put his hand on his increasingly red cheek, and smiled, whilst he pitched a tent.
[A/N I will try to write Chapter 2 as soon as possible. I can't promise anything as I'm quite busy at the moment. I hope you enjoyed this chapter, nonetheless.]