Disclaimer: I do not own this series, the characters, or anything else that could get me into trouble. Just the prose. :)
Author's Note: This is my first Bellatrix fic, and it's almost two months old. Spoilers for Order of the Phoenix ahead.
She froze as the true horrors of her actions were brought to light. Wand still held in her outstretched hand, Bellatrix Lestrange watched the scene before her play out in slow motion. Her cousin, Sirius Black, stumbled backward as the flash of green light hit him in the chest. Watching with wide, dark eyes, Bellatrix swallowed as Sirius's face lost all of the color it once held. His body faded almost at once, leaving his soul to linger hauntingly for a brief moment. Bellatrix gazed at the soul of her cousin as his gaze shifted to meet the eyes of his godson, the boy who had been the target of her attack.
Sirius vanished just after looking at his godson, leaving the room silent and every person washed of the previous goals. Death eaters and good wizards alike stood immobile, unable to move at all. The godson, Bellatrix noticed with a smirk, was the first to move. He sprang forward at the archway that contained so many lost souls, but only to be captured by Remus Lupin before the dark haired teenager could move any further. Just as quickly as things had come to halt, they sprang back to life.
Enemies once again shouted spells at one another, and Bellatrix was the only person on Harry's radar. The others seemed to disappear, causing both to feel as if they were the only ones in the room. Bellatrix saw the angry glint in Harry's green eyes and knew that he was going after revenge. Not wanting to stand still while the young boy avenged his godfather, Bellatrix broke into a run, slipping out of the room with Harry a good distance behind her.
His shouts, various spells, were all failed attempts. Harry wanted to injure Bellatrix, he needed to hear her cry out in pain. Much to his dismay, Bellatrix enjoyed each screamed spell as it struck her. Fourteen years in Azkaban could do that to any woman, especially when considering that pain was often the only experienced emotion in the wizard prison. Each shout readied Bellatrix for the pleasure and she steadied herself to the best of her ability, all the while running from the Potter boy to heighten the fun.
"Come and get me, Potter," Bellatrix spat over her shoulder. She turned her head just as he called out another spell, forcing Bellatrix to collapse in surprise. That spell had been a bit stronger than she had anticipated, she realized as she sat up. The boy was more powerful that she had given him credit for, which was a bad move on her part. He was, after all, the Boy Who Lived. Harry stood over the fallen woman, his wand pointed in an intimidating fashion at her. Bellatrix watched in confusion as Harry raised and lowered his wand, as if he could not decide what to do. Then, after a few moments, she understood. Her Master had occupied the boy's mind and was tearing the young soul in half.
Bellatrix felt a sudden change in temperature, the once warm floor becoming icy. She turned her head to the left, just enough to see Lord Voldemort approaching both herself and Harry. The pale figure dismissed his servant with a glance, and Bellatrix knew exactly what that meant. He knew that she had failed her mission and he would find a suitable punishment after he had completed the task. Bellatrix quickly crawled over to the empty fireplace, grabbed a handful of the Floo power, and whispered her destination. Before anyone could stop her, the deranged witch disappeared in a sea of green flames.
Harry's revenge would have to wait.