Where…am I?
This was Bellatrix's first thought as she slowly awoke. All around were chanting, masked people. Was she dreaming? Her head was pounding; her bones ached. Bella could feel every bruise and cut crying out in pain. She almost fainted again, willing herself to sink into oblivion. Instead, Gravestones came into clear, sharp focus, with eerie shadows lurking about. Then, she heard a clear, cold voice.
A voice she knew very well.
" Joined us at last? Well, well, if you take a look around you, you see that we are in a graveyard. Not just any graveyard. When someone becomes…. Difficult, we take that deatheater here.
"To my mother's resting place."
The chanting grew louder, becoming a wail, and a chill slowly crept up her spine. She knew this chant. Her parents had used this on innocent house-elves for entertainment on particularly rainy days. It was very evil, very dark magic. Forget, Forget, they chanted. Forget, your sorrows, your happiness, let go, go, and drift into emptiness, for this will be your last conscience. Go mad, be free as a bird, insanity is bliss….
Bellatrix knew what would happen after this. Typically, the house-elf being enchanted would either jump into the fire or become so insane it would have its head mounted early. Suddenly, a distant voice shrieked "Imperio!" Bellatrix was trying to fight against a new voice inside her head, a soothing, calming, wonderful voice. She wanted to dream again, go back to sleep and never wake up. Just let go.
No, I won't do it.
Just let go.
NO! My ethics are all I have. The one thing you want, you will never gain.
We'll see.
A blinding pain, a flash of light. And everything went black, along with her very heart.