DISCLAIMER: I don't own Harry Potter. This is for all chapters!

Bellatrix Lestrange was known as crazy.

Always was and always will be, as the saying goes.

But she wasn't really. She was just a person that went astray. She just didn't know which way to turn. She just needed something better. A new life to live for. Someone else that could show her which way to turn. Someone that could tell her what would happen if she lived like she does now.

She was looking at the one place that she had always called home. The one place where people looked up at her, wanting to become her with all of their minds.

But now she was about to destroy that place. Her master was behind her, smiling like he always did when things were going his way. Bellatrix smiled back, but it was only half-hearted. She didn't really feel like being there. Of course she would pretend that she was truly happy, but if she could be anywhere but here, she would.

Friends of the family were in there, trying to comfort their children. Trying to comfort themselves by saying foolish things like, "Everything will be all right. No harm will come to you." Those fools! Didn't they know what the hell was happening right outside? The Dark Lord was out here and waiting to kill every single one of them without a second thought.

Bellatrix looked up at the man she had quickly fell in love with. He looked down at her and gave her a real smile. She smiled half-heartedly back and then grimaced at what was about to happen.

She felt a familiar presence next to her and looked at her younger sister. It was Narcissa, the Ice Princess of the North Pole. She gave her sister and half smile, trying to exude confidence, but she knew it wasn't working.

"You don't have to do this, you know," Narcissa said quietly.

Bellatrix turned to her sister angrily and then grabbed her wrist. It was cold, like Narcissa's eyes had started to look towards her sister. She pulled her sister toward the edge of the woods. Dark met silver as Bellatrix stared at her sister harshly.

"What did you say to me?!" she hissed.

"You. Don't. Have. To. Do. This," Narcissa said calmly. Bellatrix scoffed. "Why don't you believe me, Bella? Think how many people's deaths are going to be on your conscious!"

"I'm not planning on making it out alive, Cissy!"

"What are you talking about now? You have to make it out alive!"

"Have and won't are two completely different things, Cissy. Trust me, I have known both. Tell Andy that I miss her will you?"

"Bella! You are going to make it out alive! Listen to me when I tell you that you don't have to do this! These people trust and look up to you? Isn't that what you've wanted all your life?"

"No! I've wanted to die ever since I got out of Azkaban. Nothing means more to me than ridding the world of the Dark Lord and then ridding the world of myself. I'm not the person you thought you knew, Cissy. Believe me when I say that."

Bellatrix turned away from her sister without a word more. Narcissa stared after her strong sister and wondered how things could have gone so wrong. Bellatrix finally looked up at the castle with a real smile. Tears tumbled down her cheeks and that finally released everything that she had been holding in. She let out a high-pitched laugh. The Dark Lord followed and then signaled them to go in.

Hogwarts was Bellatrix's first and last real home. She would never meet a place like it again.