My third story for 'Dominoes Game Challenge' - Bella/Bella.


Bellatrix Black had always known that she was the most beautiful woman in her year at Hogwarts- her defined aristocratic cheekbones, delicate wrists and luscious midnight curves had always set her apart from all the plebeians. Boys worshipped her as she sauntered down the hallway with grace, and girls glared at her in jealousy for her looks and her perfect breeding.

She had been beyond proud when she had managed to get a marriage contract with the eldest Lestrange brother. Such a match could only prove how majestic and glorious their ancient house- and she- truly still was. They wouldn't mingle and taint their blood with the disgusting muggles, or anyone with their pathetic taint.

Her marriage was the most grand affair, and she was the shining star of the show. Her acromantula silk dress clung to her skin in the appropriate places showing off her slim waist and womanly curves, while her gorgeous hair was half pinned up with pearls and the rest resting gently on her shoulders. As her gazed into the mirror at her reflection whilst seamstresses made last minute adjustments, she knew that she was the best and no one would ever be good enough for her- even her husband would not compare.

When she was locked into Azkaban prison she was outraged- how dare the insolent and dirty stains on her society place her in this slovenly hovel? She was above them, above all of them!

The black beauty raged for years in her rotten cage, with nought but the reflection of herself in the water covering the floor to keep her company. As the days past and her memories of proud moments in Hogwarts and glorious times serving the Dark Lord faded, her reflection remained and she edged deeper and deeper into insanity.

As years passed all trace of her sanity was lost, but her vanity remained. She cackled into the dark night and she was glad that if she was stuck in this cage with anyone, at least it was the most beautiful woman in the world.