Title: Till Death Do Us Part
Author: TearsOfEcstasy
Summary: He was unnecessary, she told herself, he was weak.That was why he had to die
Disclaimer: JK all the way.
Till Death Do Us Part
She remembered their wedding day, she remembered every last moment. It'd been a quick, not at all romantic ceremony amongst those of their kind, the ones they called their friends. It'd been an event, a huge event, asthe marriage of two very powerful families such as the Lestranges and the Blacks always was. On that day, the Dark Lord himself had sent his regards, though without so much as a hint of sincerity.
When the formalities wereover and they were at last husband and wife, he took her aside and said to her, "Bella, I will always love you."
It was the type of thing any girl could hope for, something Narcissa had expressed quite a bit of envy for. But that the was the problem, Narcissa married for power, and Bellatrix married for what she had called love.
"Bella, I will always love you."
At the time she'd cherished the thought, but now she wished she'd never heard thesentiment.
He was unnecessary, she told herself, he was weak. Locked in a room with a loaded pistol and a box of ammunition, she couldn't afford to think otherwise.
The pistol was preferable to a wand at the time, it was true. Spells, wands, they could all be traced. She'd learned once- twice- that was true, she'd been too sloppy before. Now it was time to try something new. They couldn't trace the gun, they could never prove it'd been hers if it was stolen. She could sterilize it, it was easy. No one could pin her. She wouldn't make another mistake. She couldn't allow herself to.
As his keys clinked against the door she could hear him call, "Bella?" It was as if he didn't even know what was coming.
Now or never, it was time to go.
She watched through a crack in the door as he entered the hall. He was searching for her, he knew something was amiss.
He'd gotten sloppy, couldn't he remember the code? Always check for forced entrance, always check over each room before leaving it, arm yourself well. But that was why he needed to go, he was sloppy. He was just another pain.
"Bella?" He was closer, closer than ever before. It was her time.
She checked the pistol one last time, made sure it was in working order. She had one, maybe two, shots before he'd realize what was going on.
He'd made such a mistake, coming home like this. He'd made so many mistakes, their imprisonment was his fault, her unfavorableness amongst their Lord was his as well. He was ruining it for her. He had to go.
Bella? She kicked open the door before he could even touch the knob, she pulled out the pistol before he could think of his wand, she pulled the trigger before he could say the words.
Bang.
Another one to be sure.
Bang.
I shot him, I shot him, it rang in her head as he fell with the first shot, and prepared to die with the second. The first brushed against his shoulder, the second got his lung. He was bleeding, he was gasping, he was about to die.
Bella?
She hardly even heard him as she tossed the gun aside, careful to step over his soon-to-be corpse. And as she carefully planted the evidence, the broken lock, the shattered window, she didn't let herself tune in to his last gasping breath.
She wouldn't make the same mistake he did, she swore, she wouldn't let herself love like that again.
He was a fool. He was weak. He was unnecessary.
He was her husband.