A/N: Another chapter rewritten, isn't this fun?
Disclaimer: Harry Potter is still not mine. This is probably a blessing though.
Chapter 3
Harry stared unblinkingly up at the ceiling of the cell. He was bored. Bellatrix had stopped getting annoyed with everything he did to get on her nerves. The entire place was boring, and what was worse was he had one of the really annoying earlier songs by the Wierd Sister's stuck in his head.
"What are you thinking about?" Bella asked suddenly, causing Harry to gape at her in silence for a moment.
"What's it to you?" he snapped defensively. Bella sighed. Teenagers were always so annoying.
"Well, considering the fact we could be stuck here for God only knows how long, I thought we might be able to talk to pass the time."
Harry stared at her for a moment, hardly believing what he had just heard. It sounded logical and, well, sane. Definitely not what he was used to hearing Bella say. Azkaban, when the dementors had been there, had taken away the majority of Bella's sanity. And when had he started thinking of her as Bella? Last thing he knew it had been Bellatrix or Lestrange!
Harry stayed silent for a moment, trying to decide whether or not he should, then spoke up.
"Stuff."
"Can you be more specific? Bella asked impatiently, or at least she started to before she was cut off by hissing at the pain on her left forearm.
Harry clapped his hand to his forehead almost simultaneously. Every time Voldemort called a meeting, which had happened several times within the last week, Harry felt roughly the same pain the Death Eaters felt through their marks in his scar.
Finally, the pain in his scar became too much for Harry to handle. Harry passed out from the pain.
Bella was shocked to say the least as she watched the Boy-Who-Lived faint before her very eyes, her still grasping her arm from her Master's call. This was the supposed saviour of the light side of the wizarding world, yet any idiot could see that he was just a kid.
For once in sixteen years she had been in the Dark Lord's service she began to question her Master's intentions. The Dark Lord number one aim at that particular moment was to kill off Harry Potter. Why would he want to kill off a child so badly? The boy wasn't ever sixteen yet. So a question came to her mind: Did she really want to serve someone who wanted to kill someone who was so obviously a child?
Three hours later Harry awoke to see Bella looking down at him from her vantage point of leaning against the wall with something akin to - no way! She could not be looking at him with concern! This was Bellatrix Lestrange, Voldemort's top Death Eater and the heartless bitch who killed Sirius, her own cousin! She could not do concerned!
"What are you looking at?" he asked, scowling at the woman.
The expression Harry thought may be concern, though he seriously doubted it, dropped from Bella's face and was replaced with anger.
"None of your business," she snarled.
"Well now I'm making it my business!"
"Shut your bloody gob!"
"Make me bitch!"
The two of them continued arguing for several more minutes until a guard, probably new on the job, came down to their cell.
"Will you two stop arguing already? You're driving the other prisoners even more insane than they already are!"
"No!" both Harry and Bella screamed in response, before turning back to their argument.
The guard sighed, walking away from them quickly. There really was just no reasoning with some of the inmates, especially those two.
A/N: There you have it. Chapter three rewritten. I hope you appreciate this. I am, after all, spending time on this when I could be doing something else.
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