Disclaimer: I don't own Harry Potter... If I DID, Bellatrix&Voldy would have been together but not in a mushy way and won and none of my favourite characters would have died. Unless Voldemort actually killed Lily and Harry without becoming powerless and making Harry a horcrux.
So basically... I'd have changed like, the whole story.
Meh.
A lick across the burning Dark Mark on her left fore-arm.
A raise of the hand with filthy talon-like nails.
A large explosion.
A move of the curls that were hiding her skull-like face, caused by the violent wind.
A slight drop of the jaw.
Widened eyes that search frantically across the spot on the wall that has been blown out.
The wall doesn't fix itself.
She stands up with shaky, unused legs that threaten to give way any second. Forcing herself to keep standing, the sickly thin woman places a bony hand on the rough wall – the one that has been keeping her imprisoned for fourteen or so years and the one that is leading her way to freedom.
Wind from the wild storm knocks the breath right out of her, and she very nearly falls over, goose bumps instantly pricking up on her weak arms. From the look of them, they could be broken in a matter of seconds.
And she knows she is no longer being kept away from her Master. He has released her – because she has been faithful.
She gives an insane, unbelieving – though of course she has always believed in him – and almost breathless laugh. She raises her arms slightly to the sides, spreading them out so the sleeves of her prison outfit whip her hips and stomach.
She is vaguely aware of other prisoners above, below, beside her. Dementors are no longer attracted to her to attempt to take away the memories and strength, faith, loyalty she has in and has had with her Lord.
Bella.
The pet name carries through the air, though it is merely a whisper, if that.
But she knows it's him.
She always knew he'd come back for her.