Battle over Little Whinging July 17, 1997
The second time her niece had a slight advantage Bellatrix declared to herself. Flying had never been one of Bellatrix's strongest areas. The girl and Potter, or at least one of the Potters, were flying expertly but Bellatrix and her husband were slowly gaining. Inch. By. Inch. When they were ten feet away Bellatrix saw her niece turn and chortle at her poor flying skills. The Death Eater bristled and sent a killing curse at the girl who lazily rolled to the side, ordering the Potter look alike, or the original?, to do the same.
Bellatrix knew that Potter would be hard to catch, she had heard he was an expert flyer, but the task was proving harder to accomplish then she'd realized. The night was providing ample cover for the young duo but Bellatrix kept her eyes fixed on the pink haired abomination. Bellatrix hissed as she coaxed her broom to go faster. Tonks and the boy continued to remain just out of reach. Still Bellatrix and her oaf of a husband continued on, sending curse after curse at the two. Tonks turned around again, sending curses over her shoulder at her aunt. The two women wrestled to gain the upper hand in the fight until it came to a standstill. The Death Eater had to admit, the girl was quite a challenge but in the end she would win.
Bellatrix was so wrapped up in her duel that she was unaware of anything else but she quickly came to when the wretched girl landed a hit upon Rodolphus. The pitiful man had screamed in pain and while she had turned away the two took off, deserting the fight and effectively getting away. When Bellatrix had spun back around she saw two distant dots and a primal scream clawed up her throat, escaping in a loud burst of rage and frustration.
Next time, she thought bitterly as she guided her husband back to the other Death Eaters, there would be no luck and there would be no broomsticks to save her dear niece.
