Chapter Four
A/N: Thanks to my brilliant reviewers, FullMoonPhoenixShadow, Xoria, Bellatrix567 and Guest.
The train was zooming through the fields of District Eleven, a slightly better off district also bearing Salazar Slytherin's colours. Bellatrix tried her hardest not to concentrate on Umbridge, focusing instead on the blur of trees and fields, people appearing for a second before they were gone. She was especially trying to ignore her fellow Tribute, Rodolphus Lestrange, particularly because he was hanging on the Ministry worker's every word.
"Bellatrix?" asked the woman, breaking her speech to look at the dark-haired girl. Even though she couldn't see her, Bellatrix could feel her gaze digging into the back of her skull. Finally, she could bear it no longer and turned. She walked hesitantly to the chaise opposite Umbridge, sitting as far away from Rodolphus as she could.
"Now, as I was saying, you will absolutely love the experience at the Atrium, it is a truly breathtaking city and you cannot fail to be amazed." continued the woman, averting her gaze from the sulking young girl. "You should just ask my daughter, Dolores. She loves it around here, it is a real inspiration for her. I hope it shall be for you as well."
Rodolphus made a small grunting noise to show his agreement, while Bellatrix remained as silent as she had since she boarded the train. All that was dominating her mind, aside from her mutual hatred of the Ministry, Rodolphus Lestrange and the entire Umbridge family, was the look on her sister's face as she was pulled away screaming by the Peacekeepers. The thought alone was enough to make Bellatrix want to kill anyone in sight.
A small gasp escaped the girl's lips, probably inaudible to anyone but herself. She had never thought anything like that before, had never had the desire to kill. She had to admit, she had once dreamed that one day she would be able to get her own wand from the Ministry and could curse all the people that had harmed her and her family. Her grandparents, who had cut off her mother for marrying her father, the boy that had broken into the house and stolen things from Andromeda, Regulus and Sirius, and of course, the boys who had attacked Narcissa and badly hurt her. She had wanted to make them suffer, of course, but never to take their lives from them.
The train slowed to a halt. They had reached the Atrium and she had been so engrossed in her own feelings and thoughts that she hadn't even noticed how much time had passed. The sky was a lot darker than it had been before, the stars were just beginning to shine through the midnight darkness of the cloudless sky. However, their lights were dimmed in the glow from the Ministry City, bathing the blackness in a greenish glow.
The three dismounted the train, slowly making their way through the twisting streets leading up to the Atrium, several troops of Peacekeepers patrolling past them as they walked. The thoughts of Narcissa screaming as the two of them were parted earlier that day returned to the front of her mind, bringing her anger bubbling over once more, to the point that it had been before.
That feeling had just awakened inside the seventeen-year-old once more and, to be perfectly honest, it scared her a little to know that she was capable of feeling those things. Because if she was, she may be just able to accomplish them.
A/N: I know that it's short, but I wanted to kind of end it at that point, because it's quite an important place to do so. Also, I'll be updating various stories on a daily basis instead of just Sundays, as it is half-term in Wales.