The heavy folds of her cloak were heavy and smothering in the warm night air, and the narrow holes in her mask were difficult to see out of. Oh, she couldn't wait to be done with this and get out of these clothes.

Several bright pinpoints of light could be seen in the distance, twinkling merrily, and strains of an obnoxious muggle music drifted to her ears, growing louder as she walked past the ticket barrier, and into great clearing, along with a group of about nine or ten others dressed exactly like her. The ticket taker looked after them angrily, screaming for them to come back and pay properly. A subtle look from the man in the lead, and a soft word sent a tiny beam of light from his wand, now well-concealed in his sleeve. The memory charm hit the ticket taker full on, and he paused in mid scream, only to turn abruptly to the next person in line, as though nothing had ever happened.

The festivities of the night were convenient, for with the muggles running around like mad folk in various costumes, the group fit right in. Compared to some, they might have even been considered normal looking. Bellatrix looked around as best she could from under the heavy mask and cloak, and was thoroughly puzzled by their behavior. Screaming children ran around in pointy hats, eating something looking like colored pillow stuffing wrapped around a stick. A great wheel with little benches attached to it rotated around unceasingly, and the muggles made a great show of getting on it, riding it to the top, and pointing around at various other rides that you could see just fine from the ground anyway.

A girl of about 20 dressed in a short dress with netted wings strapped to her back, walked up to their group and clung to the arm of her dear Rodolphus, whispering something in his ear. He shot her a look of distaste, before harshly shoving her off. She hit the ground a few feet away, cursing loudly. Bellatrix sent Rodolphus a look of approval, and he smiled slightly at her.

The man in the lead continued to walk and the others followed obediently until they had reached what appeared to be the center of the crowd. The man stopped, and Bellatrix and the others followed his lead, the unsuspecting muggles milling about absently. Slowly, each of the cloaked figures drew out their wands, and whirled around, back to back in a circle.

Time suddenly seemed to move quickly. Too quickly to fully absorb what was going on, and yet somehow it seemed to move in slow motion at the same time. Brightly colored lights flared from the tips of wands, striking innocent passer byers and making them fall in their tracks. It took a few moments for what was happening to register in the minds of the muggles, though when it did they were fleeing, panic stricken.

The flashes of light refracted in a carefree manner off objects, and a few of them came back to strike deatheaters accidently. The group was swiftly separated from each other, and a few moments later, a subtle popping sound filled the air, accompanied by the sudden appearance of ministry officials and aurors. Bellatrix panicked, the hood of her cloak ripped back from her head and her mask fell to the ground as a fleeing muggle was shoved into her. The number of spells in the air instantly doubled as the aurors began to throw counter spells and people began to fall even faster then before.

Bellatrix glanced around nervously, though none of her accomplices were in sight. She did, however, catch sight of the cloaked official in front of her, right before the beam of blue light hit her squarely in the head. The already warm night air seemed to instantly intensify and the heat seemed to make her head spin. She stumbled forward a few steps, before she tripped on the hem of her cloak, and landing on her hands and knees, coughing and sputtering. Her long dark hair, slowly working its way out of its once neat braid, fell in front of her eyes, obstructing her vision. She felt to weak to move it.

Bright flashing lights and sirens so loud they made her ears ring could be heard, whistling closer quickly. The sounds of breaks skidding and car doors slamming echoed, and before long a loud banging sound entered the mix. People began to fall faster, scarlet blood covering them. The ministry officials began to yell something about 'police' and 'gunfire' and turned their spells on the newcomers, firing freezing spells and stupefying spells at random. Bellatrix's colleagues heard the noises also, and began to shout and appearate away with tiny pops.

She knew what she must do. She must make her way to her feet and get out of there. She was of no use to her lord dead, and even less use under enemy capture. After kneeling there for a few more minutes, franticly trying to collect herself, she staggered to her feet and tried to concentrate enough to apperate, however she found she couldn't do it. The lights were too bright and the sirens too loud, and the spell was beginning to take its final toll.

After another moments hesitation she collapsed, hitting her head hard on a sharp rock that has been lodged in the muddy ground as she landed. Her vision steadily blacked out as time passed. Her last words rang softly in her ears as she lost finally consciousness.

"My revenge has been sought futilely. I am finished."

Or so she thought.