I loved the theories that were left in the reviews. Not saying right or wrong but you guys are creative! Hope you like how I wrote it though:)

Confusion

Ever since waking up all dirty and amongst dead bodies Bellatrix had been dying to get whatever answers possible about whatever was going on. This was, however, not the way she had planned to get those answers. What distressed her most was the similarity between the girl in front of her and the girl that often showed up in the nightmares that plagued her every night. Not good.

Bellatrix flopped down on the sofa and crossed her legs regally. She had always managed to look down on people despite being shorter than most of them, so it was no trouble at all for her to make the girl sit down too. Though that maybe wasn't the only reason. From the moment she woke up to defend herself Bellatrix had noticed signs that the girl was afraid – even terrified – of her. Another bad thing. She decided not to think about it before getting more answers.

"Cat got your tongue, girl?" she sneered at the younger woman. "Don't forget there are ways to tell a story without words."

She brushed the surface of the other woman's mind keeping her presence undetected just to feel a strong wave of fear and nervousness when she threatened her with Legilimency. Bellatrix made her way out.

"You can always start by telling me who you are. Still haven't done that."

"Why do you think I'll just play along to your interrogation?" the girl snapped, head held high. Well, Bellatrix could bet all her gold that she was a Gryffindor.

"Because none of us is getting out of here until you do. And if you think I enjoy being here more than you do – no, I don't."

That wasn't a lie. Bellatrix had never liked this house. Being here meant she needed to follow rules she didn't like; and even if she did follow them, she was never enough. Shaking her head to get rid of these thoughts she focused on the girl.

"My name is Hermione" she said slowly. "Hermione Granger."

Not a Pure-blood. Half-blood or Muggle-born. Bellatrix had a bad feeling about this.

"Well, I think you know who I am, Hermione, so we can skip the introductions on my part. Now, what is it with rebuilding our world? Do we have a new Minister for Magic?"

Hermione looked dumbstruck. Bellatrix cursed internally. She had roused the girl's suspicion and that girl looked like she was more intelligent than most. Well, a good Memory Charm would do the trick once Bellatrix had gotten her answers.

"Yes" Hermione answered shortly. This was killing Bellatrix. She wanted the whole story and she wanted it now. The past few months hadn't been good for her: living away from society, constantly being afraid of being discovered, not knowing what the hell had happened and why weren't her sisters (or at least Narcissa) looking for her; then there were those confusing nightmares every night – people screaming around her, buildings burning; and the random flashbacks she was getting. She really hoped she wasn't right about what was happening. But considering what she had looked like when she managed to find a mirror… Bellatrix shuddered involuntarily. That streak of white in her hair, that insane weight loss, she didn't even want to think about the state her teeth had been in. That had taken ages to correct.

Hermione was sitting opposite Bellatrix, watching her face go from curiosity to worry to frustration, pain, disgust, and finally curiosity again. She had never witnessed so many emotions on the other woman's face. It was reassuring to know that whatever was wrong with Bellatrix now she could express human emotions other than glee and anger. But what was wrong with her in the first place? Hermione could say what was right about her – her teeth were the most striking difference between this Bellatrix and the one Hermione knew; but there was also her hair which looked like it was well-kept now; even though the thought made her blush, Hermione had to admit the older witch had gained healthy weight in all the right places; and her eyes didn't look hollow and crazy anymore, changing the witch's whole face. How Bellatrix had balanced these changes with being dead Hermione could only wonder.

"What happened to that man? Tom Riddle, wasn't it? I think he didn't like being called that way though so you may know him under a different name."

Hermione thought she might fall off her chair when she heard this. Now she knew there was something really weird going on here. No way would Bellatrix speak so nonchalantly about her precious Lord, nor would she call him anything other than 'Lord' for that matter.

"What do you mean what happened to him?" Hermione asked. Bellatrix just stared at her blankly. No, this couldn't be, could it? And why couldn't it be? The only thing that connected this Bellatrix to the one Hermione knew was the tattoo from Azkaban. But that could surely be explained one way or another… If Hermione's theory was right, however, then…

"Do you come from the past?" Hermione blurted out. Bellatrix kept staring at her. Maybe she should have taken a leaf out of her book and approached the matter more carefully. The older witch still hadn't reacted to the question. She just stared at Hermione contemplatively.

"I guess that's the most accurate way to describe it" she finally spoke.

"What do you mean the most accurate way?" Hermione got angry now. If the other woman wanted answers from her, she could at least return the favor. "You've either used a Time-Turner or you haven't."

"I haven't used a blasted Time-Turner, how do you think I'd get access to one?" Bellatrix huffed. She looked like she was fighting with herself over whether to say more or not. Apparently, her talkative side won over because she began ranting.

"The last thing I remember is telling that Tom Riddle guy that I didn't like his plans to go kill Lily and James Potter – they were with me in school, and I know Lily's parents are Muggles, but she was so talented, and they had a baby - who would kill a baby? Then I wake up in that dark room and I'm so disoriented, and there are dead bodies everywhere, and I had to get out, Hermione, I had to!"

Bellatrix stood up and began pacing around. Hermione saw some semblance of her previous madness and felt herself shrink into the chair a little bit.

"Then I see I'm in Hogwarts and everything's in ruins and I couldn't remember how I'd got there let alone what had happened to the castle, so I just ran. I ran to this place I know no one is going to think about when looking for me, and I tried to remember something – anything – but I couldn't. I found out the year from the Daily Prophet I managed to steal, and I saw nearly twenty years had gone by – twenty years! And I couldn't remember doing a single thing. Then these flashbacks start appearing during the day and at night there's nothing but nightmares waiting for me when I close my eyes and I have no idea what to think of this."

Bellatrix dropped back down onto the sofa looking beat up. It had been nice to finally tell someone, to let go of all this. Judging by the look Hermione was giving her she wasn't in for much relaxing.

"You don't remember anything from the last twenty years?" the girl asked blankly.

"Hey! I said almost twenty" Bellatrix said petulantly. She then chuckled. "So, go on, please. Tell me what's happened because I have no idea, but if someone stuffed me in a room full of dead bodies I can't imagine things worked out too well for me, did they?"