Disclaimer: I do not own the world of Harry Potter, though I wouldn't mind borrowing Bellatrix or Tonks….
A/N I completely blame this story on "Together Again" by Evanescense. I was working on the next chapter to "The Name is the Thing" and got jumped by this idea; it's not my fault. The notorious plot bunnies viciously attacked me! *Pouts*
Bellatrix's thoughts are in bold, memories in italics.
"Where am I?" Bellatrix couldn't remember ever being in this place. It had been dark on the grounds at Hogwarts; the sun was just beginning to set here. She looked down at her arm the Dark Mark was gone. Excitedly she scanned her last memories.
The wards on Hogwarts had fallen; the death eaters fought their way onto the grounds. Toe to toe with the Aurors, it was like a dance. Ducking, spinning, and side stepping the spells being fired at the enemy, the movements were amazing to watch from her perch.
On top of the gamekeeper's hut, lying on her stomach she cast the disillusion charm on herself it would do her no good if someone saw her. No, if spotted it would very well be her death. Slowly, she moved her wand out in front of her, pointing it at the nearest death eater, "Stupefy," she whispered barely audible. The death eater fell. Bellatrix smiled to herself then whispered "Incarcerous." The spell hit the man square in the chest, and instantly ropes bound him.
She repeated this series of actions over and over again. Only a select few people knew of her alliance to the light, and they were nowhere to be found. She saw another death eater run onto the school grounds, the curve of the roof was stopping her from being able to get a clear shot. She slid forward at an angle. She felt something cold on her free hand that she was using to push herself. Then suddenly, she was being pulled into the air by a hook behind her navel.
What was a portkey doing on Hagrid's roof? Then again, it's Hagrid; stranger things have been found in or around his house, and the man in general.
She looked around once more she was on a beach with houses behind her and a large body of water in front of her, she had definitely never been here before. The sand was almost white. She walked to the edge of the water; the wind made the waves crash angrily in front of her, breathing in she could smell the salt.
The ocean? What? Why would the portkey bring me here?
She looked again, making sure there was no one around to witness what she was doing. Placing her wand flat on her palm she muttered, "Point me." The wand spun around before pointing to Bellatrix's left and slightly behind her. She raised an eyebrow.
This cannot be good.
She whispered a charm that transformed her robes in to a pair of jeans, a t-shirt and a thick jacket, and turned shoes into a comfortable pair of tennis shoes. Then she set off, looking for an opening in the houses so she could get off the beach. After walking for a couple of minutes she found a gap in the houses that lead to a road. She followed the only direction it led, away from the ocean. Within a few minutes, she came to what was obviously the main road. It was steadily getting darker, but she could tell then if she continued to follow the road she was on, she would once again meet water.
An island? She shook her head.
The main road look ominous, there wasn't a soul in sight, none of those muggle transportation things, no humans, not even an animal. She looked ahead of her, her gaze continuing down the road she had come down. There was a light on a little more than half way down. Bellatrix could see someone sitting under it, not them exactly, but the magic surrounding him or her.
Well, that's better than nothing. She sighed; she had no other ideas about what to do. Hoping the person wasn't dangerous she started toward them, crossing the main road. Even if they are dangerous, I'm sure I could handle myself.
Three houses away from the light, the person came into view. Whoever it was, they were lounged back in a chair, head tilted back, with what looked to be a long cigarette in their hand, and some form of string sticking out of the ear that was facing Bellatrix. As Bellatrix walked she watch the person, unable to tell the gender, smoke the stick and tap their foot in a beat, a small smile painted across their face.
As Bellatrix approached the person's yard, they lifted their head and pulled the string out of their ear, watching the witch curiosity written across their face.
"Hello," a female voice came from the body on the porch.
"Hello," Bellatrix answered pausing.
The girl gave a half smile and raised an eyebrow, "You aren't from around here, are you?"
"No, no I'm not, I'm actually a little lost, where exactly is here?" Bellatrix asked with a nervous laugh.
"Do you want the town, state or country?" the girl asked trying to conceal a laugh, her eyes sparkling with amusement.
Well, she obviously knows something I don't.
"All of the above would be quite helpful." Bellatrix answered a bit sharper than she had meant.
"You, my dear, are in Peterborg on Saint Thomas," she paused taking a deep drag of the funny smelling cigarette in her hand, "Welcome to the United States Virgin Islands."
Bellatrix's mouth hung open. "Oh shit," she said in a whisper.