Bellatrix
Everyone makes me out to be the bad guy. Well, maybe I am. Is it too much to hope that the monster wins, just once? But did you ever think that in the end – our sides? They weren't so different.
I mean, we both had leaders, right? Both a little off their rocker but they both fought for what they thought was right. For their vision of the Wizarding World. They both got followers. Had a Black each, didn't they? Those followers, they knew what their leader wanted was right. Knew it was worth fighting for, worth dying for. It was the vision of paradise they spun, each with their very own twists, that enchanted and made you want it. Made you need it. No matter what side you fell for, every follower had their heart in the right place.
Yeah, so my side got a little side tracked. We decided that the Crucio was worth just as much of our time as the cause. But the cause, oh the cause. It was such a lovely idea, wasn't it? The ideal world. My world. No, My Lord's world. But I would have played a hand in creating it, moulding it. And that would have made it so sweet.
Another thing? They said the Crucio was my signature – well, yes. I liked it as much as the next follower. But my repertoire was much more complex, much more beautiful. I wasn't one of the Dark Lord's inner circle members for nothing. I was a dueller, beautiful to watch. I let myself slip, though. That night – you know the one? The night we fell. All of us. The emotions were high, tangible. I was giddy. I was so ready to succeed. It was time to unleash our power, ourselves. True colours would show, loyalty would be tested and I would shape the world. The idea was so sweet. Finally, I was fighting for what I believed in. What I believed was right. And so I laughed. Because, hell, why not? It was as good a time as any.
I missed it. How did I miss the Weasley matriarch sending that spell? I had let myself go. But the emotions! No matter, it will always be worth it. The idea, my world. It will always have been worth dying for.
Our sides? They weren't so different. They say that the light side fought and died for their beliefs – their side(the right side). Well, so did I. The only difference is we lost.
But that was right too, wasn't it?
They were the heroes.
I was the bad guy.
And down went the monster.