So this is my first fanfiction, so I am in desperate need of honest criticism. Not "you suck1!", but constructive criticism is something every author needs. I wrote this a month or two ago actually, on my iPod at three in the morning. I figured I'd post it. And yes, my mind is a bit morbid.
If you asked her opinion, which rarely happened, Bellatrix would happily tell you what she thinks of death. No one ever asks, for some strange reason, but it's so very true she desires to explain her art. Seeing as her mind works so differently, you'd think people would wonder how it works. But they're too scared of the answer.
Bella thinks death is beautiful. The simple release into another world captivates her mind. Death is so very lovely; if you can see it correctly. The way the light fades from the eyes and limbs go still; it's enchantingly perfect. She lives to see the light fade from the windows to the soul.
She's honestly doing the mudbloods a favor. Their blood is so impure, so very shameful. She doesn't like the shame it brings to the wizarding world. So she purifies them. If the dirty blood is removed, they are fine people in Bella's eyes. She does them a favor; she rids the embarrassing shame and worthlessness from them.
And the options for this blood purification! She can barely choose. There is always the lovely Crucio; a personal favorite, really. And Avada Kedavra, though much too quick for her liking. With the Killing Curse, they die with their blood usually unspilled or at least the majority in their bodies. Bella can't see them as anything more than a filthy animal if such ugly blood remains.
Death is art, really. She knows that this fear inspiring subject is harmless to her. She is immortal. By the blood that stains her hands, she will live on in memories and stories as a horrible murderer, and that is immortality in itself. So when the time comes for her, she will take it smirking, because really, who can forget her?
Bellatrix doesn't murder; she creates.
So what do you think? Please review!