My Sweet Bellatrix Lestrange
Bellatrix Lestrange was not always a death-eater. It was inappropriate for a Lady of high standing to go out to battle. Sure, she was strong, crafty and definitely not someone to mess with, but she was the Lady Lestrange of the Ancient and Noble house of Lestrange and she was
with child. Her husband andd brother-in-law Rudolpus and Rabastan could deal without her in the Dark Lord's circle. Bellatrix was satisfied.
She was married to a handsome Lord she was head-over-heals in love whith. She was Happy. Here the Bellatrix everyone knew really started.
5 months along, she was drinking tea in her cabin when it happened. The Aurors burst in.
They were getting bolder with the old families in their desperation with the war and her home was under attack. She ran to the Floo, intent
on calling her husband when she was hit with 3 spells.
A stunner, A tripping jinx, and a cutting curse.
She didn't know why. The combination of the velocity of the fall and her family history of inbreeding lost her her child. The cutting curse
lost her her ability to have any again. She had lost it all. Both her unborn son, she was sure, the Lestrange heir and her sanity were lost that
night. Vanished. Vanished like hope around a dementor.
And what did the Aurors gain? They found nothing at the manor that was for sure. They had been too careful.
Bellatrix went to the Dark Lord's manor as soon as she got out of . He could help her. She had the name of the Aurors who hurt her
baby. She asked for them. For them to be her exlusive prey. She got them. She offered her eternal services and loyalty to him instead.
She bowed to him. Worshipped him for the oppotunity to give back. To give back the terror, the despair she felt and he could give her rightful revenge.
She began at the bottom but she rose quickly through the dearth-eater ranks. She was cruel, she was sadistic and she was a Black. Having learned the darkest of the dark as she was growing up. Her husband supported her as she dragged herself up to power, to the frontlines
of the battle.
Everyone had already feared Rudolphus and Rabastan even before Bellatrix entered the equation. They feared them, but she instilled a
terror in them crippled even the bravest of men.
Her gleeful cackle and her squeels of joy during torture or a raid or when in pain terrified them. But most of all her mad, insane baby-talk,
as though she were performing for a child.
The Lestranges were the only family that entered the Dark Lord's inner cyrcle all together. He adored them. Their talent, power and loyalty.
They were his best of the best.
But the Dark Lord disappeared. Gone. Vanquished. NO! She refused to believe it. She wasn't done yet. He had promised her revenge. Justice. She needed it.
Bellatrix went that night, bringing her faithful family and best friend with her. They went to that revolting Auror's home, and she asked her
questions, and she drove him and his wife to insanity while she did.
Poor icky Frank...Poor little Alice...Poor Longbottoms. They took her motherhood from her. She took their awareness that they had their own.