Chapter One: Death Day for a Deatheater

Today I am going to die.

Thank God.

I've had a long life. A damn hard one at that. I don't want your pity. I highly doubt you would ever give me any.

Maybe you think I'm a monster. That's accurate and I would have to say that I agree with you. I regret nearly everything in my life. It's about to be all over now.

"Bellatrix Lestrange! One hour!"

I stare into a puddle on the floor of my cell. My hair is grey, my eyes are gaunt, and my skin is deathly pale and creased.

After being on death row for over twenty years, I suppose I will be spending the last one hour of my life in my cell at Azkaban. I could definitely think of a much better way.

I didn't start out so evil. I had a lovely father as a child and a wonderful boyfriend as a teenager, but when my father died (or actually when he was killed)…

I'll just leave at this: my mother was nothing like my father.

There are five events that occurred in my life that shaped my entire existence. If it weren't for a certain few people and a certain few hours, it is unlikely that I ever would have joined the Dark Lord.

If you would like to know, I'll tell you of them.

I'm sorry this chapter is so short. I'm using it to set up for the following chapters.

This is my first story (and my first attempt at writing) so I would adore it if you could let me know how I'm doing so far. :)

Thanks!

Angie