A response to the November 4th Prompt of the Day on the Hogwarts Online Forum.
Prompt: Love can't tell time (from the movie Our Family Wedding)
Love is a weakness, her master told her.
He was right (always had been, and always would). Love makes you vulnerable. Love makes you blind. It is like Achilles' heel; you can spin and taunt your enemies, seemingly invulnerable, and yet you know that they only have to find the right way, the right spot to strike...
... and they'll crush you.
She knew the truth, yet she didn't mind. It didn't matter for her (she couldn't stop anyway). After all, she didn't really fear death.
Let her know of her one and only weakness, and let her dance with death, welcome anguish and pain with open arms.
She didn't matter. The real power of love is for the loved one to benefit.
Let her master have it all, and never mind if she fell and lost herself.
And oh, how her blindness lent them a hand.
Forgetting danger, she fought for him like no one else would.
Forgetting appearance, she watched him become a monster without ever questioning her passion for him.
Forgetting humanity, she became as merciless as he had always been, pushing the very boundaries of cruelty.
Forgetting pride, she let him toss her around like a doll to be disposed of.
Forgetting freedom, she never forsook her loyalty.
Forgetting time, she always believed that he would return.
All along, for her master, Bellatrix never gave up.
All along, she accepted all the hurt he put her through (she would treasure anything he ever gave her). She would take it out on others later.
He knew all of this, and shamelessly used it.
This is not love, some would think. It's sick and twisted anyway but she would have walked through fire for him and this is a fact – this was her whole reality. It is a dark and creepy story and well, good job she got killed – and she heard him scream, oh God he screamed for her and she was dying and whatever it could mean had come too late – because it would still go on.
