Bellatrix's Revenge
By Olivia, Tessa, Erica, Madison, and Miranda
Prologue
The dark-haired witch stepped out of the shadows, rubbing her forearm. She looked down at the intricate web of scars, some of which had taken years to heal, and the faded Dark Mark which had not burned for so long. She looked up at the others in the room, and there was a steely glint in her black eyes as she said, "It is time."
Potter had cost her so much that night, Molly Weasley almost taken her life. It had taken three days for her to wake up, but nobody wasted time on what they thought to be a dead body. By then, the castle was deserted. Everyone had gone home for the summer. She dragged herself down to the dungeons. Traitor though he had been, Snape could still help her. She took his ingredients and cauldron, dragging them to the Hospital Wing bit by bit. She lived on food the house-elves had left in the kitchens, healed with Madam Pomfrey's cures, and made her own when they ran out. And before the summer ended, she was ready, taking one of Madam Hooch's brooms to escape. Over the years, she had reunited the remaining Death Eaters and waited, and finally, Potter showed his weakness. Now it was time. She had been waiting for 20 years. Bellatrix would have her revenge.
