My dear I don't care if you call me a bitch,

You are forgetting that I am a witch.

You can scream, you can shout but we all know you'll fail,

And my dark master will once more prevail.

I killed his godfather, and then I'll have you,

I'll take the blood traitor and the mud blood too.

He'll be so pleased when I bring him my catch,

And like with dear Sirius, I'll sit there and watch.

It amuses me so as you fight for the brats,

But soon Harry Potter will be fed to the rats.

As he rots in the ground, my master will coo,

And by the end of the night he'll have murdered you too.

Its simply cleaning up, not killing my dear,

I can see your weakness, your children, your fear,

Potter lost Black and now all he has is you,

What will happen when you are gone too?

Then with a blast her smile slid from her face,

She hit the floor with no hint of grace.

Her master cornered, at his feet her head,

And now Bellatrix Lestrange was finally dead.