(part one) Lost memories of the night.

During this fight she had her mind fixated upon something else. Her fingers were wrapped tightly around her wand, her voice casting spells toward all of those fools but her mind was elsewhere.
Thinking about what a life she had been living. How she could have married him instead of he who she really loved. A deep craving love, almost killing. She did all of this for him. She hadn't thought about anything else from the day on that she met him.
Her husband was a fool, not as loyal as she was, not as devoted to the task that was given to them, he was a fool like the others. She knew that He would repay her one day, he who she loved. The smile that he gave her just before this fight started. It wasn't much but it was enough for her.
She remember that one day he had even touched her. His left hand sliding slowly over her shoulder, going up toward her neck, her face and then when he was close enough to kiss her lips he pulled away and laughed. He laughed? She could remember, remember that laugh but had she ever been strong enough to tell him what she felt? O no she didn't! nor did she tell him her thoughts about that stupid laugh that he gave her. So how could he have known what that moment had done to her? How she had yelled to her husband when he came back home from a death eater job, how she called him names and nearly cursed him to death?
Her focus was back upon what was going on. She loved him, she loved HIM! Not her silly husband nor the professor she had felt a slight crush on.
Because yes, she couldn't have come to this conclusion without that little crush. Just in between that moment when the upper event happened and this moment of realization, she had in fact fallen in love (or thought she did) with another man. A handsome man, with black hair and a voice that would scare you to death if you didn't know better.
Severus had helped her, she thought he did. She wanted him because he was bad. She wanted him even though she knew he was always going to belong to her. Little miss Evans, or better yet, Potter, the woman of which that ''chosen'' brat belonged.
For a moment Bellatrix thought she might be able to get poor Severus with this enchantment that she had casted on him with her loving smile and innocent looks but she was wrong and as a result of that he is now dead. Her beloved man took care of that.
Severus was nothing but a trader, a weak hearted trader and she was glad he was gone. She would've done it herself if she was around, you know, kill him. But here she is, in a fight that is really all about life and death. A fight between them and him.
He didn't have much loyal servants anymore, Harry did but He didn't. So that is why Bellatrix was so determent to show him just how much she would do for him. She would show him and as a reward she would get him forever. Maybe not his love and affection, maybe not even a single touch or smile but she would know that he would like her in some way. He would always belong to her for she had done what he wanted where others hadn't. She grinned at this thought and killed yet another one of those fools with the killing curse.
The sound of crying kids and wounded souls hung in the air and she loved it because she knew where it would eventually bring her, wouldn't it?