"Bella. It's about time." Sirius said in his husky barely used voice.

"Don't call me Bella." Bellatrix smirked "Your blood status isn't pure enough to keep up nicknames"

Suddenly Sirius looked solemnly up at Bellatrix. He was about to bring something up that she wasn't in the mood to talk about. Actually she just wasn't in the mood to talk. Especially to him.

"Do you regret it yet? Any of it?"

That wasn't what she had expected to hear. An excited smirk lit up her still pretty face.

"Regret what? The killing? The blood pouring underneath the bodies. The feeling of accomplishment at fulfilling what the Dark Lord asked of you? Be real with yourself honey dearest, you miss it."

Sirius looked at her with disgust in his eyes. "You know the answer to all of that."

Of course she did. She new him to well to know he was not capable of murder. Her and everybody else in the family, death eaters included, new he is in here on a mistake.

Sirius spoke up again, "Do you not remember what you were like as a child? The future you could have had? What happened to you Bella?" this time he held pity in his voice which pissed Bellatrix off even more. He didn't deserve to feel sorry for her! No one does! She new precisely what she was getting into when she accepted the Dark Mark. She would never regret it. She would never take back her actions, all of the killing and the torturing had to have proven something to her Lord.

"He's not gone." She spoke out loud, more to herself than him, "I know his every secret and when he rises again, he will come get me out of this god forsaken place. He has to..."

-1 week later (Sunday)-

It's been a week since I've gotten locked up. Forced to listen to the blabbering of the voices. No not mine. Not the ones in my head, which have yet to arrive. The voices in my crazed cell neighbor's heads. They all talk to themselves. Talk to the imaginary people they see. Their worst fears coming to life before them.

Bellatrix had been trying her best to avoid talking or paying much attention to Sirius Black since her first day in lock up. It had gotten a tad awkward when she realized she had accidentally revealed some of how much she relied on her Lord. But something was different today when Bellatrix unconsciously peered through the box sized whole connecting their cells. He was sitting in his bed (if you could call a stone slab a bed) reading...the newspaper?

Sirius jumped when he heard Bellatrix's hard voice, "Where the bloody hell did you get that?"

Sirius looked at the paper and then back up to her before saying in an honestly confused voice, "Its Sunday...the newspaper always comes on Sunday.."

Bellatrix's face turned irritated, "Thanks for that, I mean how the fuck did you get it? They don't deliver the news to convicts".

Sirius just raised his eyebrows, "They didn't give it to me. Now if you would excuse me I'm going to bed. It's past midnight."

Bellatrix was completely baffled, "How the hell do you know what time it is!" She was becoming unreasonably frantic. How had she already lost track of the time like this?

Sirius remained calm and replied, "The clock." Sirius had a small smile on his face and he seemed to be enjoying himself with her confusion. "Goodnight." He smirked.

What was that all about? Bellatrix thought to herself. That's not even possible. None of this is. I must be going crazy. But after only 1 week? Sirius has been in here for at least a month and he's more his annoying self than ever. So what's his secret? Was she crazy to begin with? Maybe she had always been insane. Sirius was correct of course. As a child she had had no idea the power of murder. The power of war, him. After her Initiation she had few memories of her childhood. But she would always remember her first time feeling the power of another life at her hands. It was her uncles wedding, she was only 7...

It was after the ceremony. The jazz music was loud, hurting her then small and innocent ears at the wedding reception. She was sitting at the to white table in her clashing pink dress. It was sparkly and had little roses all over it, ending right before her knees. Pink was never her color, it had always looked to bright with her dark hair, but her mother had picked it out. It had also been her first time wearing heels. Her mother had made her wear them but she hated it. She almost fell down during her walk as the flower girl. Unfortunately they made her share that honor with her sister Narcissa and Cissy had looked much prettier than Bellatrix had. That had made her quite angry.

Back at the reception Bella was getting bored and saw Cissys cat run into the bushes a few feet away from her. An evil smile lit her face, making her cute smile turn slick with thought. Running off to follow the cat she could here the slow music starting.

Thinking back on this memory Bellatrix didn't know what had come over her. But the cat had looked so mean. So undeserving of its life. Her tale swishing back and forth in a come hither motion. Bellatrix lunged at her sisters cat grabbing it's feeble neck scraping up her pretty pink dress. The surge of the cat's power went through her and before she could think about what she was doing she had snapped the cats neck. A loud shriek came from the cats askew mouth and Bellatrix secretly thrilled at the noise. Peering through the bushes she could see her dad smiling at her. Wand at his side. Bellatrix came out from the bushes holding the cat by the tail, making the music stop. Her sister screamed out falling to her knees. That noise made Bellatrix snap out of the trance she has been it. She looked around not realizing what she had done. Everyone gasped making the memory of her kill come back to her...Bellatrix liked the noises of fear..

Back in her cell now, she knew that's when people started thinking of her as deranged. Murderous. She heard the whispers of doubt and how, "that's what serial killers do!" But her father had been proud. For a while she thought she had gone crazy. She couldn't remember what had come over her. After her parents found her, her mother shrieking while her father smiling in pleasure, she had snapped out of herself and began crying. She hadn't understood why she did it, hadn't for years. Not in till her father was on his death bed did he tell her what had really happened that night...but by then she had taken the Mark. She had made her decision. If she hadn't would her fathers dying confession make her change her mind?

A single tear ran down her dirty cheek leaving a trail. What's this? She touched the tear with curiosity. She never cried? She was glad Sirius was asleep. The last time she had cried was her breakdown. She promised herself she would never cry again. She slapped herself for breaking her promise. "Stop being weak!" Came a voice from inside her head.

No! She's not crazy!

Not crazy!

No, not yet.

Not yet.

Yet.