Disclaimer- None of the characters are mine, however much I wish them to be. They are all J.K Rowling's.
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Bellatrix never wanted to die. That being said, she thought that she was living dangerously from the start. Ever since Hogwarts, playing with the wrong crowd has been her addiction. She knew it would get her in trouble, but there was a strange satisfaction knowing that you could be responsible for someone else's pain. She heard the whispers, but that made it just more satisfying to hear the sounds of torture that they gave when she was playing with them. She knew something was wrong with her, the looks that they gave her were proof enough of that. But the one time she actually felt that what she was doing was insane, or rather, she was insane, was at the worst possible time. Bellatrix had just realized that she was winning in the battle with that wrench Weasley mother, but then, she wasn't. Bellatrix stared down, and, too late, she was gone. And without as much as a warning either. But all was not for naught, as she eventually was reincarnated, but still. It would have been nice to know that she was living her whole life wrong before she died.