Title: See You In Hell Dearest Bellatrix
Rating: PG or K, or whatever the frig you feel like calling it
Summary: AU during Department of Myseries where Sirius kills Bellatrix, dontcha hate it when that happens? I thought so...
DISCLAIMER: I am not JK Rowling, ("She's British." "DAMMIT!") thus, I do not own Harry Potter. I wish I did though…
Sirius looked down at Bella's lifeless body, wondering, What if? What if this was all just a dream , and none of it had actually happened? What if he could go back in time and stop her? Stop her from doing all those terrible things she did. Stop her from casing him so much pain, so much anguish. And stop her from ever being a part of his life. No, he thought, life woud've been just as empty without her. But now he had no choice. She was gone. Gone forever, and there was nothing he could do about it. As he stared down at her delicate frame, so peaceful, so innocent looking, a silent tear rolled down his cheek. He had loved her, and she had loved him, so why were they on different sides? Why had they been against each other? Sirius wondered how it had come to this, that he would kill his own cousin for the sake of a mere child. She was worth so much more to him, but he had killed her. They had had such a strong bond. A bond of blood, a bond of friendship, a bond of love. He knew Bella; every inch of her outside, and every single emotion inside. He was so close to her, but somehow, not close enough. Because when his own life was at stake, he chose himself over her. He chose to save his life, and end hers. He hadn't thought about it, he had just killed her. But now he was wondering if it was worth it. He didn't care about his godchild like he had cared for her. Now he had to go on living an even emptier life than before. Why? He kept saying. Why? Why did he do what he did? At first, he didn't know; or at least, he wanted to believe he didn't. He wanted it all to be a dream, some sort of, unreal phantasm. But somewhere, deep inside, he knew that it was real, and that there was no escape. He at last realized the reason that his life had been so terrible, and once he had, it wouldn't leave his mind. Voldemort. He was the reason that Bella was dead. He was the reason that Sirius's life was a living hell. And he was the reason that Sirius had a godchild still. Sirius wished that he had killed Haryy himself when he had the chance, that his loyalties had lain on the same side as Bellatrix, and not his godchild. If only Voldemort had been more powerful, and able to kill Harry that night he killed Harry's parents. But that was all in the past, and Sirius knew he could do nothing to change what had happened. He looked again at Bella, overcome with feeling. Feelings of sadness, feelings of hatred, and feelings of frustration. He leaned over and kissed her lips; cold, lifeless lips. Tears streaming down his face, he took a dagger from his belt, and thrust it deep into her chest. He let out a small sob. Was he really going to do this? He made himself take out the dagger, and then, digging the knife into his own chest, said, "See you in hell, dearest Bellatrix."
Well, that's that. I finally wrote a Sirius/Bella fic, though it's demonically short. This is my first try at Angst/Romance. So PLEASE! Review and tell me if it sucks, and I'll stick to my humour! If you hate, don't hesitate to flame.SO FLAME, FLAME AWAY MY GOOD BUDDIES!
-Rosemary Parkinsons