Okay sooo Bellatrix Lestrange, because I was just dying to write bellamort
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You're just that pretty girl, with the scary parents and tricky mind. You don't want to hurt people, not really, you're only eleven.
But on your veryveryvery first day in Slytherin you meet him "Tom Riddle, at your service" and little did you know you'd be at his service in just a few years. He introduced you to the eversodark arts, and by the time you are out of school there is only one thing you want to do (Hurt people)
And you admire him for the way he makes you adore him, and he really does control you like only one other thing can... y o u r b l o o d l u s t. Most of all, you admire the way he makes you love him, and you think he loves you back (deep in his soul)
Really little girl, by the time you d i e you just wish you were in Hogwarts again, when you were the middle child not the oldest, when your lord let you have a little fun (He's much too busy and powerful for your services now) And being tricky little Trixie, the last feeling you have is the enjoyment of the battle, and the ohmyhereallydoesloveyou when he screams as you fall.