Chapter one

Pain. It is a four letter word P.A.I.N. No, it is a two letter word N.O. Bellatrix, it's a five letter word. Bellatrix; B.I.T.C.H.

These are the thoughts passing through my head as I lay withering on the stone cold floor I catch glimpses through my squinting eyes; Draco looking away in shame as his aunt tortures his rival, there is glee in his expression. Lord Malfoy, his silver eyes alight with glee and satisfaction. I some how doubt that, this is caused by some "imperio" bullshit. I don't need to see Greyback, I feel him. His claws trailing my bare chest. Slicing open my skin, streams of blood flowing down my torso gracefully; like rain on a window pain; no pane not pain. Pain, pain, pain I sang in my head or out loud since fenir was humming along, I sound like a broken record.

"Where did you get this from!" bellabitch, screamed in my face pointing the sword of Gryffindor inches away from my left eye. I let my blood filled spit gather in my mouth then I let it fly free. Watching with a numb sense of pleasure as it soared like an owl in the night sky and hits her right in the mouth. She's choking and sputtering scraping at her tongue with a conjured hanky

"There," I rasp out ignoring how scratchy and horse my voice sounds. I want to giggle, no cackle. "You're dirty too." I laughed, her face was funny, and laughing was nice the pain went away. I laughed even harder as she drove the sword straight threw my arm. Or maybe I screamed, either way sound came out.

"Draco!" she screeched, does she ever not screech? By the looks of Malferrets face I didn't think so. "Get the goblin and hurry back or it will be you on this floor!" he scattered away hm. I guess someone is afraid of the big bad witch. She gestures for the werewolf to take me. I know where this leads… pain.

He was clawing again, I couldn't feel it but I could feel the pressure. Like in a doctors office when they numb your mouth. You can't "feel" them pulling your teeth out but you can "feel" the pressure. It was a bloody surprise I could feel at all. Thrusting, in and out, in and out, I was sweating he was sweating. The air was thick with a foggy sweat; in the distance I could hear screaming. Screaming is good, it means you're alive, conscious, and aware. Is Ronald and harry aware? Where are they? With voldemort maybe, Merlin I sighed fenir taking it as pleasure sped up, harry's and idiot, who speaks Voldemort's name when Ron clearly said it was a taboo. Pretty smart if you ask me, only idiots or rather brave idiots would say the name. It was a very clever tactic to find headquarters and members of the fiery chicken. Haha opps the order of the phoenix.

Claw, claw, thrust, thrust. It was like a rhythm beat after beat.

He was like the energizing bunny he kept going and going and going.

Ow! A pain inside me irrupted. He must have rhythm himself away and tore my insides out. Yep, he did I could see my liver on the floor. I'm glad I was in pain finally. Maybe I will die in pain.

I could see a white light, it was golden and warm. I wanted to reach out towards it. But remembered Bella, dear ole Bella ripped my arms off just ripped them like pulling a flower from the ground effortless. I liked my arms. They were nice and tan. Tan from running, running from danger. The light wasn't danger no it was good, peaceful, happy. I wish I were happy be happy now hehe. No I wish I never lived that's what I wished for. I wish hat I never had this life.

"Hello dear," the devil herself purred I don't know how she talked like a baby and purred at the same time but she was a daemon of many talents. She slithered towards me, a smirk upon her face. She and I both knew I was going to die by her hands and her hands only. And such lovely hands they were! All knarled and ashy yellowing and chipped, now that folks was the poster hand of beauty.

"Look at me." She demanded why? Why would I look my torturer in the face? I really did not need more of her eye crust falling in my face; I rather count the wrackspurts above her head… wait wrackspurts? "Look at me! I want to see the life leave your eyes as I kill you." She snarled. I wish I could but, I was to busy eyeing the Luna shaped shadow in the corner and well my stubs were itching have you ever had itchy stubs? Not a pleasant feeling and I couldn't feel! I wondered what Bella would do if I asked her to scratch my phantom arm... She'd probably take my stubs away Bitch.

She cooed "I'm a bitch now am I? You poor deluded mudblood." I was impressed she knew the word deluded. Her vocabulary range is a lot bigger than I first thought.

She jerked my chin towards her. Suddenly my face snapped back to its original position. Bloody hell! That woman can slap plus I'm positive my brain just hit my ears.

"I'm going to tear you heart out." She said casually as if we were discussing the weather, which was sunny and nice might I say great day for torturing serfs and mudbloods.

"Why? Need one of your own?"I rasped out Wow who knew that I was so witty "or does you black soul just suck." Well shit, that just earned me another slap.

Burning flames danced around those crazed eyes of hers. I wonder if that was a spell or and ability. I still had to get snape to tell me his robe swishing thing felt the pressure of a person sitting on my chest. Good thing I was already naked because her dress would have completely ruined my shirt.

She trailed her fingers between the valleys of my breast, she giggled "my heart maybe black but at least I have one." I couldn't really hear her considering the shadow I saw was muttering something and I , being extremely curious by nature was trying to hear it but this bragging banshee just would not shut up.

"Did you hear me little muddy?" she re adjusted herself, by all means get comfortable.

"No, say it again we all know how you like to repeat your self trixy."

"I'm going to rip your heart out boil it in a stew and feed it to your friends as their last meal on earth." Squealed. Ugh how … annoying she's worse than lavender and all that squealing bullshite. Wait is it me or was the chanting louder?

"How quaint Bella, now tell me, are you going to personally cook or is dobby? Oh wait" I Gasped "dobby was set free wasn't he? Oh my oh my Bella seems your going to have to cook all by yourself, don't fall in the oven bitch." Is it sad to say that I took extreme pleasure by watching her face morph from gleeful to furious? Bullocks though if I would have known my last words were to her, I rather talk to the damn wall.

It happened in slow motion, a very dramatic trick. I wonder if that was me slowing my death down or her. Probably me, I tended to be overly dramatic with near death experiences. Her beautiful chapped hand arched high in the air… and came down swift like a snitch (Merlin is it me or do I rhyme a lot in my mind) straight in my chest, I wish I could feel it but maybe not giving her the satisfaction of screaming was worth it.

She squeezed my heart, squishing.

Maybe not.

"Goodbye muddy." She whispered huh, the bitch didn't screech all the damn time. She ripped my heart out. She ripped it out. I stuck around long enough to see her blown of my chest flying head first into a family portrait, well looky here now my best friends decided to come up out of the blue and save the day. Arseholes.

Luna

We were trapped in the basement although damp and slightly freezing it was cozy and dark, I liked the dark. Mr. Ollivander was screaming and a manly scream more like a high pitched –I'm- Ronald weasley- and I –just –saw –a spider- scream, I told the fraggle-waggkers he would go first. They thought it was dean. Pusha! As if I'm always right, always (don't tell Hermione though she hates it when people steal her thunder) I was surprised though that harry and won -won appeared I wondered where mione was. And then screaming started it was worse for me because the nargles decided I needed a descriptive tale of Hermione's torment. Who knew she had such a potty mouth on her. It was just as bellatrix handed mione over to Greyback my body started glowing though nobody noticed, too busy screaming for a girl who was being raped slipped over to a corner and closed my eyes. A feeling of appiration fell over me like ruffled mellowest feathers tickling everywhere. When I opened them up again I was in the malfoy foyer a gorgeously done sitting room. But now was not the time to admire décor shaking my head I went back to focusing. Greyback gone, Hermione laid there her shields down I could easily hear her thoughts. She guessed correctly, as always. Who was standing in the shadows. Words flowed out of my mouth Merlin I absolutely hated when that happened.
" Asaka Pode este neon que foi inxustamente castigado ser libre na terra dos sonos."

(May this child who has been wrongfully punished be set free in the land of dreamers)

"Eruzulie Conceder-lle a paz, dadas novas aventuras e amor mais grande."

(Grant her peace, given grand new adventures and greater love)

"Terra Vento, lume e mar I dar unha Alma para as fadas tres."

(Earth, Wind, Fire, and Sea I give thee a soul for the faeries three) a simple gift to bestow my sister in all but blood.

As I spoke the last word bellatrix- the bitch- pulled Hermione's heart out to me it shined like the sun golden and pure, I don't know exactly what she saw as looked towards me and muttered something along the lines of arseholes or whatnot but I had a feeling it had to do with the dufuses down stairs. A sacrifice has been spoken and in a land away a new host shall arise, blessed be my dear friend.

Now, time to set free the golden idiots.

Bella

The winds were howling the clouds a diarrhea of grey smog, the over powering smell of salt and pure water evaded my senses. This was my death grounds. I ignored jakes warning and my E-Edwards, commands to go back. I smiled probably more a grimace then a smile but that was beside the point. I could say his name I could actually pass his angelic name through my lips. I could hear his velvety soft voice, smell his honeysuckle scent. I breathed in dismissing the packs frantic yelling and step out over the edge I absentmindedly noticed a fiery substance on the surface of the roaring water … I crashed head first into the water, wrapped around Edwards's arms as my neck snapped into. I am dead, I am happy.

A/N: I know I know, I really shouldn't be starting a new story when I have like fifty others going on. But the mind wants what it wants. I have no control over it… so yep this is my new story. I got a PM challenge so this is it I will list the requirements next chapter. Hope you guys like it. Kind graphic (I don't think so)

Disclaimer: I. does. Not. Own shit.