She loved him. She really did love him, yet what did he give her in return? Nothing but the cold shoulder. Some may say it wasn't his fault, he couldn't ever love her; he couldn't love anyone. She knew what she was getting herself into but that didn't stop her. She could have stopped herself from getting hurt. She could have found a nice man, someone who loved her just as much as she loved them. Someone who would do anything for her. But instead she devoted her life to He-Who-Must-Not-Be-Named; Lord Voldemort, the most powerful dark wizard of all time. Who is she, I hear you ask. Bellatrix Black.

Bellatrix liked to think of herself as a faithful follower of Voldemort. She did everything she could to stand by him in the Wizarding War. She was young, barely out of Hogwarts, yet she didn't let that stop her from becoming one of the most brutal wizards of all time. All to impress him. She was tearing her soul to pieces because of the amount of murders she carried out. This wasn't healthy at all for a young 19 year old girl, which she knew deep inside, but her mind was overpowered by love. Was he worth it? Probably not but to her he was irresistible, the man of her dreams, the only person who she had ever had feelings for. She never did understand how he would never be able to love her in return.

As the war went on Bellatrix became more and more desperate, consequently becoming more brutal and more unstable in the process. The more she looked at him, the deeper into love she fell and no-one could keep her grounded. Her younger sister Andromeda tried to warn her. She was just a child, still at Hogwarts herself, yet she could see that what Bella was getting herself into was wrong. Andromeda could see the inability to love, shining brightly inside Voldemort. Yet Bella pushed her aside, certain that she knew best, her sense of judgement and character tainted by her love.

When the Order of the Phoenix was formed by Albus Dumbledore in the 1970s, Bella saw this as a door of new opportunity opening up for her. This was her best chance yet to show Voldemort what she was made of. He needed her, one of his best Death Eaters to help him defeat the muggle-loving, filthy half-breeds that were trying to conquer the Dark Lord. This was her best chance yet to show what she was made of. Little did she know that she had someone else vying for her attention.