Title: Beside You in Time (Nine Inch Nails: With Teeth, Beside You in Time, 2005)
Disclaimer: I own none of these wonderful characters, except for one; it is all property of the truly amazing and talented JK Rowling. The story line is partly hers, but mostly mine.
Rating: R, for later scenes. Violence. Attempted suicide. Death. Sexual Content. Drug use. Depressing elements and the beginnings of insanity. Enjoy
Other: This is a WIP. I have 3 chapters done with pages of notes of future chapters, and will post only after I get reviews, of course. This takes place from the years 1981-2007, but starts out in '07. I tried to stick as much as I possibly could to her storyline, but if you can't handle that little bit of change then don't read it.
Summary:
Introduction.
October 1, 2007. York, England.
The room was great. Dark wooded furniture was highly polished and not a thing was out of place. The jade green walls were hosts to moonlight, which flowed through the open windows like snakes. On the adjacent wall to the towering windows was a well-built and extensive book collection, some, which have never been read, others that were heavily used. The book collection extended wall-to-wall, floor-to-ceiling. Two doors, which faced the three windows, were on one wall, with an opulent desk in the centre of them. One door led to a vast closet, the other to the rest of the household. The tidy king-sized bed was situated in the centre of the wall just opposite the bookshelf. The sheets, which were crisp and pinpoint straight, looked as if they had never been slept upon. But they had.
A tall, slender girl, know as Elizabetha Lestrange, had a unique personality, or one different from the personalities of other children her age. She wore her hair long and soft and little bundles of curls sat at the bottom of her darkly coloured hair. Her very pale green eyes stood out the most on her face, besides the large abundance of freckles. She looked like an average seventeen year-old English girl. She even acted like one at times. But she was so different. She never experienced what she should have, like the others of her kind did. She would never experience what that wonderful school in Scotland called Hogwarts had to offer.
Hogwarts had closed in the year of 1996, after their most admirable Headmaster was murdered by whom many witches and wizards had feared for decades: the Dark Lord's followers. It was a tragic time, even tragic enough to shut down an entire school, as the whole country went in to shock and devastation. Elizabetha believed this made the country go mad and that it should have never ended this way, but sometimes she believed she was only upset that she had never attended. She was only 4 years short of receiving her formal invitation to the prized school. She, was devastated.
Her entire life was spent with Muggles. Every day, every minute, there was a muggle in sight. She hated their ways and so did her parents. Her parents, Rodolphus and Bellatrix, were pureblood dark followers. They were known as Deatheater's, those who remain faithful to the Dark Lord and the Dark Arts. They brought up Elizabetha to also follow the Dark Arts but recommended that she stay in muggle schooling to get some sort of education. Elizabetha hated it.
She sat on her dark wood floor, her back against the bed, her head wilting to the floor.
Three knocks and the call of her name disturbed the silence and her mother opened her door.
"Are you alright, dear?" She asked in a soft tone she would only use with her precious daughter.
"No." she answered back dryly. Her mother stepped in, closing the door, and taking a seat next to her.
"I know you want to do this, and I respect your decision. But I just don't want you getting hurt. It's going to be difficult."
Elizabetha's eyes swelled with tears.
"Mum, what did the prophecy say? Do you want me to save our lives? Bring back what we used to have? Without the Dark Lord we are nothing. Apparently I am the only one to get us back to where we belong."
Bellatrix looked at her daughter eagerly. She wanted to see her daughter break and say she were scared, but deeply she knew she wasn't. She knew her daughter had more power in her than any of the Deatheater's combined. She almost feared that.
"It'll be difficult…" began Bellatrix, her daughter opening her mouth to interrupt, "No, I know you can follow the tasks, but I'm saying it'll be difficult to get to there. That time…"
"Mother, I'll be with you. Nothing wrong is going to happen. We'll be together again."
"I know… It's just that… We're about to change history," she looked up at Elizabetha in the most depressing way, "I just don't want you getting hurt." Bellatrix let her tears flow that she had never let her daughter see. Elizabetha watched as her mother sobbed, and it seemed to calm Elizabetha.
"Mum, I won't. I promise." She almost whispered to her mother. Her mother stared at her through glassy eyes.
"I don't really care much about bringing the Lord back again, I just want you to be in one piece. Until that stupid Potter is dead." Elizabetha grinned at her mother.
"Are you saying I can go?"
Bella nodded.
"What year?" Asked Elizabetha.
"1981." She stated solemnly as she stared at her mother.
"It's only a stupid time-turner! I'll be back like nothing ever happened! Except, that a few things would be changed of course… Well, drastically changed… But it's besides the point." Her mother laughed.
"You're so silly sometimes, Liz." They stared at each other with smiles, when Bella's face dropped. "You must be careful, Liz. Bad things happen to those who meddle with time." Elizabetha shuddered at the thought, wishing to brush it off, but somehow she knew it'd come back to haunt her.
Mother and daughter sat there. They embraced in a hug.
"Come on. It's time to go." Bellatrix gave one last look at her beautiful daughter, one last look before everything was changed because she was completely unaware of what the past held.