Disclaimer - So you know, this isn't mine. Not yet anyway…*sinister laugh*
Just a redo of my older fic I think I might be crazy. I just read that and I was cringing at how bad some of the writing was, not that this is much better…
Well anyway tell us what you think :)
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She wasn't always insane…
Oh but I was…
Perhaps it was the years in isolation…
Well that certainly helped it along a bit…
Or the growing feelings of remorse…
Remorse? Why ever would I feel remorse?
She loved once, you know?
True, true. Once…
But now she only loves one…
What? Who?
Him.
Oh him! Yes I do love him…
Voldemort…
YOU DARE SPEAK HIS NAME! YOU FILTHY, DIRTY, WORTHLESS-
Hard to believe but it did break her when her sister left, she never did recover…
NO! I do not care for that mudblood loving bitch!
It was jealousy, she had never felt that love for a man…
I feel it for the Dark Lord! The feeling is mutual!
Just her cousin leaving was enough to tip her over the edge…
LIES!
He had the freedom she yearned for…
YOU'RE WRONG!
One day she would kill them both…
Yes I will…
For leaving her, for hurting her…
Shut up!
But now she can't hurt…
Pain is for the weak!
Or so she says…
Yes, I do and I'm right!
Torture was the closest she got to experiencing emotion. It was so…exhilarating. The greatest thing she could do…
Aside from serving my Dark Lord…
Aside from serving Voldemort…
I said DON'T SAY HIS NAME!
Not even the Dementors could coax his presence from-
"Shut the fuck up!"
Bellatrix whipped her head around, teetering on her tiptoes with one hand raised towards the sky as though clawing for freedom.
Suddenly she was back in her cold cell and the roar of the wind reached her ears once more. Above her the starts twinkled mockingly, reminding her of her former glory. Her eyes focused and the rain fell onto her waxy skin, the open ceiling which had once been a window to the outside world now taunted her with it's false promise of freedom.
"Shut up yourself!" she screeched, "You have no idea, when my Dark Lord returns I'll be the first he rewards!"
"Like I care!"
Bellatrix added to the array of screams heard from each cell as she attempted to claw at the offender but was stopped by the cursed bars.
Sirius sunk back into the far corner of his cell with a chuckle before he could have been part of the wall. These days it was all he could do to fend off the impending insanity which was always creeping towards him, wrapping it's dark tendrils around his body. Perhaps relenting to madness would at least keep him warm.
Bellatrix slumped backwards from her fruitless attempts to kill her fellow prisoner and collapsed onto the hard floor. Throaty chuckles escaped from her own lips before turning into full blown cackles.
"Just watch Sirius Black" she spat his name as though it was mud, "I will have the last laugh! I will kill you!"
A single snort came from the corner "Yeah right".
Bellarix's dark eyes flickered back up to the midnight sky, she would always be his Dark Mistress.
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Sooo…any better? Personally I much prefer it to the original but it's your call :)
Thanks,
Jaffa