In the dark of night, in a humble home, in a quaint little village, there is anything but peace and quiet.
There are tears, delighted faces, and most of all, flashes of red. But oh so prominent are the bodies, writhing and convulsing and shaking and flailing, mouths open in a never ending scream of agony.
Screams- screams that go on and on; screams worse than that of murder, of torture, or of rape. Screams that go beyond just normal physical suffering. Screams that tell of pain that is unspeakable: of skulls pried open, of needles in eyes and between toes and under nails. These screams are so much more than sound fading into darkness, but are instead a chorus of minds being stripped of sanity, of souls being drowned in mindless and endless pain that goes on and on until the end of time, unbroken and agonizing, except perhaps for-
Laughter. Howling, screeching, enthused cackling, spilling from a mouth that might be perfect, if it hadn't belonged to that face. That face, with those haunting, hungry eyes. Eyes that wanted blood and annihilation; that delight in the screams of a young couple and the cry of an infant left abandoned.
And then, it's over. With a satisfied smile, she leaves them, still convulsing and screaming words without meaning. She has left them without their minds, without anything. And so, she whisks a cloak over herself, grinning with a frightening happiness, reaching all the way up to those sparkling little eyes that tell of a moment of euphoric gratification.
Some may say she is the devil. Maybe that she's soulless, disturbed, mad, whatever you might say. But she isn't, in her own opinion. She's simply different. She would like nothing more than to spend her nights torturing and killing and ruining. She delights in slipping away to sleep with a chorus of children screaming and crying, dying and drowning in a fateful pit of sinners, suffocating under the weight of the other problem souls.
Perhaps she will see them there. Perhaps she will laugh then, too.
But one never knows with Bellatrix, do they?