Hello all! No, I haven't died, and I do promise to all who are wondering that my other story, A Collection of Shorts, will be updated soon. I broke my phone, which I had been using to post my chapters, and lost all of my works. I've recently gotten a new one, however, so the next (and I believe last, since I also lost all often prompts I had for it) chapter should be up soon.
However, while I was away, I began to think about a new story for the Bellamione community. I had gotten a journal from my girlfriend's parents, and started researching everything I'd need to know about the Harry Potter universe. After about 50 (51, I believe, is the exact number) pages of research, I started on it, and I do believe it's rather interesting. The title is definitely subject to change, but I hadn't thought of a proper title for it, and the beginning of Fable II came to mind.
And so, Our Story Begins...
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Bellatrix Druella Black let her gaze wander, much like herself, into the void.
Nothing stared back.
She could not breathe, could not speak, could not feel, save for her emotions.
She saw the faces of everyone she had hurt, playing endlessly in her mind.
Alice and Frank Longbottom, their minds fractured beyond repair.
Her own cousin, Sirius, his body pushed into The Veil, cut down by a simple stunner.
Ted Tonks, caught on the bad end of one of Bellatrix's rages.
Her own sister, Andromeda, her flesh and blood.
Hermione...
Her own lover, heartbroken, knowing Bellatrix was right, they could not gallivant around while they hurt each others' loved ones in battle.
That did nothing to stop the pain.
She wondered, idly, if this was Hell. Souls doomed to forever wander through nothingness, every past transgression running through them in a cacophony of outraged anguish.
Or was this simply Purgatory, but a private Hell of her own?
Bellatrix found that both possibilities sounded equally unappealing.
If only she could reach the other side, to live again, to make up for the past. All talk of blood, of the morals she'd clutched to like a lifeline for so many decades, seemed to fade away in this place. Muggleborns or purebloods, it didn't matter.
They all ended up in the same place.
The former dark witch found that she lingered as long as she could by, what she assumed was, the opening of The Veil. She remembered seeing it, years ago, in The Department of Mysteries, but it looked much different from the inside. The blackness, a wasteland of nothing, sucked all light from the other side.
But close to The Veil, she found that it wasn't quite as dark as the rest of that wretched place.
She couldn't dwell on it too long, as no matter how hard she tried, she felt herself forced to float along, a never-ending stream of souls suffering all around her.
What she wouldn't give for something... anything... to break up this maddening monotony.
Bellatrix couldn't remember any sort of judgement, so she could only assume (hope) this was Purgatory. Hell would be a paradise compared to this. Yet there was nothing she could do.
Bellatrix Druella Black was dead, and there was no way she would ever see the land of the living again.
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And that's that! Forgive the shortness of it; I wanted to whet your appetite a bit before going on. I warn you, the pace at the beginning is slow, but I for one think it's appropriate for what lies ahead. In order to truly get a grasp on what's in store, I feel like you lovelies should first understand what life, or death in this case, is like for those involved.
I will have an upload schedule that I plan on following! Saturday evenings, at least American Saturday evenings. Hope to see you there.
Thanks for reading, and I will see you next week!