Hello everyone.

I decided to write about a character who was the opposite of Harry Potter in this chapter. This was slightly challenging since I have never written about her before. But it was quite interesting nevertheless...especially due to her role in the books.

Nox.

Walnut brown eyes looked at the clock in the church tower. It was almost 10 PM by now. 'Perfect. It's getting quite dark' thought the female. She felt her lips twist into a nasty smile as she stepped out of the alley. Dark winter nights combined with frost suited her perfectly. A thin layer of snow covered the streets while the trees were completely bare. Even the stars on the inky blue sky did not provide a lot of light. Her eyes looked at the different people as she moved towards the side of the street. The streets were crowded today for a reason. Today was the last Sunday in November and the Christmas lights would be switched on. It made the witch pull a grimace. She had never been a big fan of bright lights, cute things or Christmas. Strong lights made her eyes hurt for starters. Cute things had made her sick since her tenth birthday. Christmas was not a horrible day per see, but the whole 'Christmas spirit' felt a bit fake. Why were people so concerned with being nice time from late November to January 1st? Was it due to the dark, chilly and cold nights?

For some reason, the darkness had always attracted her. A part of it could be due to her looks. Her thick hair was as dark as the ink most wizards used. Furthermore, she had deep brown eyes plus skin that tanned instead of getting burned. Standing at 5'7" with a slender physique was the finishing touch. This cocktail made her look like the stereotypical evil witch from fairytales. But the female did not despise this…she quite liked it. Which lead onto the possible second reason for her dark preferences. Her behavior was often described as "crazy" or even "lunatic". A possible reason could be due to her family roots. Dark moods or angry streaks were not uncommon in the Black family. But her behavior was not so accepted at Hogwarts. Many students avoided her since they never knew when she exploded. Even the Slytherins were careful when they were around her. As a result, Bellatrix did not make many friends during her school years. This changed however when she joined the death eaters. The dark lord viewed her sadistic nature as an asset rather than an inconvenience. It was no secret that she enjoyed torturing people in gruesome ways. Torture or pain often made the victims spill their secret. Especially if the torture was directed towards someone important to them. This was a feeling the woman could understand. Just the thought of Narcissa in pain made her anger level rise immediately.

'Maybe I should try to attack a friend of this woman. That will make it look more like a muggle accident. Which makes it harder for the Ministry to find me. The Scottish ministry of magic are quite famous for their skilled aurors' recalled the black-haired woman as she walked past a shop that sold camera equipment. She slipped into the narrow street between the camera shop and a hardware store. You could say a lot about muggles, but they did the right thing concerning alleys. Staying away from dark narrow streets or unlit places was a good choice. Dangerous creatures or people could be hiding there. Wizards on the other hand were more careless in that aspect. 'Being in the dark makes it harder to find me or identify me. The dark lord won't be pleased if I attract unwanted attention' thought the woman.

A scent combination of rotten fruit, dust, rusty metal plus cardboard lead her to a potential hiding place. She grinned when she saw the outlines of a garbage container. Her senses were in alert mode as she picked up her wand. There could be other wizards or stupid muggles nearby. But neither her light-sensitive eyes or sharp ears picked up anything. 'Lumos' stated the former Slytherin mentally. Her eyes narrowed as they adjusted themselves. She was standing in front of a garbage container that was as tall as she was. At the opposite side were two garbage cans. The door next to it appeared to be locked. The only living thing here apart from herself was a cat. It backed away once she lit the wand.

The female gave the animal a nasty glare before she glanced down at the wizard photos. A wizard plus two witches were looking back up at her. One of them was a half-blood Scottish witch with blue eyes, reddish blonde hair plus milky white skin with freckles. She was smiling towards the camera. 'Heh. I think I'll be the one with the biggest smile once I'm done' thought the witch. She then checked the note Yaxley had given her. 'The parade will start at Albyn Place and go through Union street. I am going to wait for the parade to arrive near Castlegate. Our friend told us her boyfriend had booked a room there. He is a pureblood wizard, but his family has many half-bloods. How cute' thought the woman while rolling her eyes. It made her think of her sister Andromeda. She had married a muggle and had a child with him. The child was now a full-fledged auror who fought against the death eaters. Her other sister however was married to a pureblood wizard. The two even had a son together. Bellatrix however married her husband because of duty. She did not hate Rodolphus, but he was more like a colleague to her. There were not any strong emotions between them – especially not from her. Hence why they did not have any biological or adopted children.

Speaking of which, there were many children out in the streets today. But the Slytherin was looking for a woman with reddish-blonde hair as well as blue eyes. Her eyes looked down at the photo again as she approached Castlegate. 'It should not be too hard to find her or her partner. I know what I'm looking for' thought the female. Suddenly, she saw the woman standing across the street. The witch grinned as she hid behind a small Christmas tree. Her victim was standing with her boyfriend next to a lamppost. Bellatrix took aim as she crouched down a little bit. 'Here we go...CRUCIO!' thought the woman as she sent the spell straight towards the woman. She immediately felt down in the snow, screaming in pain. Her boyfriend panicked as the witch stepped back into the dark shadows. 'Nox' thought the female as she turned off the light. She vanished from sight right before her victim fainted.

Bellatrix was described as "tall" in the books. The average height of a British woman is 5'4" - 5'5", so I thought 5'7" would be resonable for a mature adult woman. Please let me know what you think. PM's or reviews with praise/constructive criticism/both are always appreciated!