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The Houses Competition
Round Ten
House: Hufflepuff
Student: Year 5
Category: Drabble (200-750 Words)
Prompt(s): [Theme] War
Word count: 380 (Per Google Docs)

Notes: Torture

Acts of War

A scream of rage and horror rent the air as Bellatrix clutched her stomach. Her hand came away soaked in crimson. She paled dramatically, then came back twice as vicious against her opponent.

"Get out of our home, Death Eater!" Alice's voice was laced with venom as she continued to attack.

A gut-wrenching scream came from her right as her husband Frank was downed by the Lestrange brothers, and her momentary distraction proved her downfall.

As Bellatrix poured more power into the Cruciatus curse she held on the woman, she swore her vengeance, "For killing my child, I will kill yours, Blood Traitor. I will see you, your stupid husband, your barmy mother-in-law, and your precious little baby dead, if it's the last thing I do!"

As she cast the spell, she held tightly to her damaged stomach and thought only of her revenge and how she got to this point.

The Potter brat had managed to send her Lord away, and no one on their side had any information on where he had gone, so Bellatrix, Barty, and her husband and brother-in-law had decided to continue the War as if it hadn't stopped. Other small cells in Voldemort's Army were doing the same.

She had only discovered her pregnancy a few weeks prior to this moment and was waiting for the right time to tell her husband, such as a crushing defeat of the Light. However, Alice Longbottom had killed her child before it even had a chance to take a breath. She would die for her actions.

As Bellatrix cut her curse off and stared dispassionately at the drooling, twitching, woman before her she tilted her head and let out an insane cackle. "Bitsy wittle Awice, no wonger howme. Time to go night-night for good, hmmm?" As she raised her wand to cast the killing curse, she slumped to the floor, quickly followed by her family members. Barty had been taken down at his guard point at the entrance to the house before he could yell for any of the Lestranges.

Alastor Moody and Augusta Longbottom looked on the room in horror. The War should have been over, but it was still going strong. The War had just claimed two more victims, even if they were still breathing.