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Written for: Afternoon Tea: Steak & Caramelized Onion Sandwich: (character) Bellatrix Lestrange
Word Count - 465
Happy Memories
She snuck through the corridors, checking around each corner for anyone who could possibly see her before she got to her intended destination. The disillusioning charm helped, but it wasn't foolproof, especially not in close contact.
Thankfully, it seemed she'd chosen the right time to come, and she didn't run into anyone on her way.
Slipping into the small room, she ignored the man lying prone on the bed and let her attention fall fully and solely onto the woman sitting in the comfortable looking armchair by the window.
Alice was still beautiful.
Bellatrix let the charm fall away from her as she stepped closer. Alice didn't know her, couldn't know that it was Bellatrix who had done this to her.
She couldn't know that she was the only one of Bellatrix's victims that Bellatrix felt guilt for.
Bellatrix had never wanted to hurt Alice, but Alice had forced her into it. If she'd only given Bellatrix the information she needed, none of it would have ever had to happen.
Alice could have continued her life, and Bella would have continued to hover in the background, an unseen dark angel, protecting her.
And protect her she had.
Alice had never had any idea just how many times Bellatrix had protected her from other threats, both from the Death Eaters and otherwise. Bellatrix had wanted it that way, and so it was, but she wished that Alice was aware enough now to hear Bellatrix tell her that she was sorry.
Sorry for what she'd done.
Alice turned her head to look at Bellatrix when she swept a hand through her thin brown hair. Her eyes were flat, and it was horribly clear that she had no idea who Bellatrix was.
She had no memory of the nights—long ago in Hogwarts—that they'd spent together, entwined with one another, young and in love.
Bellatrix couldn't help but think that Alice had it better. It hurt to remember times when she'd still been happy.
She could vaguely remember the feeling, but the dark had eaten away at her until happiness was nothing more than a distant memory.
Alice was her last tangible connection to that.
And that was the reason for her visit.
…
Bellatrix left the hospital, Disapparating away with a quiet crack. She knew it wouldn't take long for the alarm to go up.
She wondered if the Dark Lord would be angry with her.
He hadn't told her to kill Alice, and wasn't her wand his to control?
Bellatrix smiled to herself. It didn't matter.
Without Alice out there to think about, Bellatrix would forget the memories connected with her she was sure.
It would only make Bellatrix more lethal; The Dark Lord liked her best when she was vicious so it would all work out.
