Bellatrix Lestrange was alone. She could feel nothing, there was nobody around her, and she was completely free. Well, no, Greyback, Snape, the Carrows, and Yaxley were behind her, along with her nephew. But, no, she was free, flying like a bird, swooping through the forbidden forest full of joy. Bellatrix felt like she was filled with air; she squealed and sang, absolutely insane, dancing through the tight thickets of the woods. She could hear angry yelling from behind them but, no, she did not care; all she could feel was that they'd KILLED Albus Dumbledore, and he was dead, and all was good! The adrenalin filled her, as she blasted random sparks into the air, trying to find some way to show her energy to the world.

The forbidden forests trees were thickly placed at small intervals, and she danced around each one like an insane forest pixie. Her thick, glossy, dark, curly hair whipped out at all angles, and running, and leaping. She felt incredible! This was the most feeling she'd had in her empty soul for years, and she loved it! Bellatrix felt human again, no longer an empty shell; she knew it was only temporary, but she didn't even care. She'd broken the great hall windows with a gust of air from her wand, and the glass had cut her, but she hadn't even felt the pain... Glass from the windows was littered all over the hall, and a cold wind whooshed through the empty panes. Bellatrix ran across the table, heart full and beating again, as she kicked the plates and cups from their places. She felt like a child again, young, but so guilty and evil, and twisted! She leapt from the table, skidding among the broken glass to land alongside Draco. He looked at her, in terror and awe, as she grinned madly at him.

"C'mon, Draco!" she grabbed his arm, and pulled him along with her: the boy that resembled her so little... He was no fun at all, she thought, as she dropped his limp arm and skipped along on her own, shouting swear-words at the skies. A small, blonde child was standing in a corner in a pink dressing gown, looking tiny and pathetic. She wanted to kill it, to splatter its blood on the wall behind it, but there was no time... Her madness thinned a little, as she leant down and leered at the child...

"Boo!" She cried, and cackling at the terrified look on the girls face, sprinted onwards to catch up with the others.

Students had lined the walls, staring at the Death Eaters, in fear and terror and, in a few cases, glory. The other Death Eaters had marched forwards, staying oblivious to the booing students around them. Bellatrix shrieked with laughter, and some of them drew back, scared that she might kill them too. At that moment, she truly was insane, and she knew it... And she loved it. Her evil heart was beating once more, and she never wanted that moment to end, as she saw people knowing her name, uttering it on frightened lips, knowing that she could cause them pain beyond imagining.

It was like a sort of love, Bellatrix thought, as she remembered what had happened just a few minutes ago as she had terrified all these students. One had stepped forwards, a tall, dark haired boy who looked to be about 15 years old. He was wearing a slightly too short red dressing gown, and he looked furious.

"You murderers!" He bellowed, waving his arms, looking so angry that he might explode. "You filthy Death Eaters! You deserve to die!"

Bellatrix cackled at him, and with a flick of her wand, the boy was writhing on the floor, dying, screaming a deaths rattle that clutched at the heart and made you want to die with the thing that was making this terrible noise, to help him! He was lying on the floor, tears of hate and pain dripping down his face, as the students around him backed away. Some were crying, Bellatrix had noted, but none were brave enough to reach out a hand and help him...

The other Death Eaters had stopped, and some were laughing. Bellatrix laughed too, throwing her head back, and some were dazzled by her immense, dangerous beauty at that point. The boy from Gryffindor who she'd been torturing was now on a heap on the floor, sobbing, the pain gone from his body but the ache was now there, like a creature pulling at his soul... Bellatrix had advanced on him, raising her wand once again, and the hall was deathly silent as all eyes were upon her and him.

"What's your name, vermin?" whispered Bellatrix, prodding him hard with her foot. He whimpered, and curled up again, certain, knowing that he would soon die...

"Bellatrix," the cold, immoral voice of Severus Snape filled the hall. He was looking completely uncaring towards one of his previous student's plight, as he looked only upon Bellatrix. "We have a deadline..."

"Let me finish..." she hissed at him, before turning back to look at the boy without pity. "What's your name?" He whimpered again, but she kicked him hard in the side, and he doubled over once again in pain. "ANSWER ME!"

"Nick!" he yelled, tears and snot pouring down his pale face. "Nick Fawcett!" Bellatrix gloried in his fear. She felt in control, again, and being in control was her absolute favourite feeling.

"Well, Nick Fawcett," she said in an almost conversational tone. "Goodbye. Avada Kedavra!" her jet of green light hit him in the chest, and he fell back, deflated, onto the floor with a satisfying thunk. There was no noise in the hall. The students looked upon her, covered in blood, and grinning. They all feared her, at that moment, even more than they feared Voldemort. She let out a wild laugh, and smiled evilly at them. "Goodnight," She laughed, and followed her fellow Death Eaters out of the hall, blasting the doors of their hinges.

So now, Bellatrix ran through the forest, towards the bright light in the distance, feeling the wetness of beautiful, crimson blood on her hands and her boots. It felt amazing, and she was animalistic, as she cavorted like a wild animal through the woods. Eventually, she burst out of the woods, just in front of the others, and ran down the grass. She saw a hut, and began, in her craze, to yell.

"Hagrid?" She squealed, pointing towards the hut. "Hellooooooo?" She was using her baby voice again, and everyone knew what she was going to do. "Are you there?"

"You coward!" A voice echoed through the broken night, a voice that wasn't mad, a voice that was so filled with hate that it almost cracked. At that moment, she pointed her wand at the wooden cabin, and it erupted into flames. The towering inferno roared into the night sky, as smoke and the smell of burning pine filled the air. She laughed, jumping up and down, cheering! Then, when she heard the angry voice yell out again, she reluctantly turned around from the fire, to see Harry Potter storming down the grass, screaming at Snape. She cackled, and turned her wand on the boy instead.

"Crucio!"

Harry fell to the floor, bellowing in pain. Bellatrix ran beside him, ready to continue her torture, her heart beating in ecstasy at the pain she was causing, at the feeling she was causing. She raised her wand again, like a spider ready to strike, but she felt a cool hand grab her wrist. She pulled it away violently, glaring at Snape. How dare he break her out of her joyous non-reality?

"He is the Dark Lords!" Bellatrix spat at Snape, but sauntered off after her allies, as Snape stayed behind. He was saying something to the boy, but she didn't quite catch what he was saying, and she didn't particularly care. All she felt was that her energy was draining... And she was starting to not feel anything anymore. She was becoming an empty shell again. And as she grabbed the arm of her nephew, Draco, and assisted him in disapperating away, she began to feel her heart freeze once again.