Here's chapter five, guys, hope you like it!
P.S. I don't own the characters:)
Hermione's story
Hermione could only gape at the other witch. Her brain struggled to comprehend the fact that Bellatrix Lestrange had just told her she remembered nothing but flashbacks of the past nearly twenty years. All the crimes and the stay in Azkaban… she had no idea about it; and Hermione would now have the honor to tell her everything. Amazing. Lestrange seemed close to prompting her again, so Hermione decided to start.
"Well, to begin with, I was born nearly twenty years ago so I can only tell you what I've heard."
"You've heard stories about me?"
"Everyone has."
Bellatrix simply nodded. Her face had become blank, and she seemed content to listen.
"You've been-err-bad. Evil." Hermione wanted to facepalm herself. Evil? How original.
"Evil?" Bellatrix repeated, genuinely intrigued.
"Um, yeah. People used to call you Voldemort's most faithful supporter" Hermione explained. It felt weird to say that to Bellatrix Lestrange's face yet here she was.
"So, the guy kept calling himself Lord Voldemort?"
"Yes. But very few people spoke that name without fear. To most he was You-Know-Who, and to his Death Eaters – the Dark Lord."
"Well, he always thought he was very important" Bellatrix sounded almost mockingly. Hermione had never thought she'd hear her mock Voldemort. "I'm assuming he's dead now though, since you speak his name."
"Yes. Only a couple of months ago. At the Battle of Hogwarts."
"Wow, it was so grand it has a name?" Bellatrix grinned. "I suppose I was on his side?" her face had turned serious.
"Yes" Hermione answered and swallowed under the other woman's intense gaze. She had thought she would have to tell a story, but this seemed like an interview.
"That clears it up then" Bellatrix clapped her hands, suddenly getting on her feet.
"What?" Hermione repeated blankly. Bellatrix ignored her and stood up. There was a mad gleam in her eyes that reminded Hermione of the previous Bellatrix.
"Never you mind, girl. Now clear off before I change my mind about sparing you."
"Hey, how come you just decide you've had enough and get rid of me?" Hermione stood up and faced the Death Eater with determination. "I also want some questions answered!"
"Get out of here before I give you another scar to match the one on your arm!" Lestrange growled. The flashback that her tone of voice brought made Hermione flinch. She stopped thinking about getting any information out of the woman in front of her. Noticing Bellatrix's wand hand raising, she turned and ran out of the room, not even knowing where she was running to. She managed to find a staircase that led her down to a foyer and she exited the house, hurrying through the yard. She didn't even turn to look at the large mansion, nor did she try to find out its location. Not even bothering to close the gate behind herself, the brunette turned on the spot thinking of the safety of her room in Grimmauld Place.
Bellatrix watched out of the window as Hermione ran through the yard and Disapparated just beyond the wards. Her heart was racing. Her wand whipped through the air and one of the chairs in the back of the room flew towards the opposite wall. Bellatrix thought of every single flashback she'd had and destroyed furniture with every stab at her heart. She had wanted to believe this was some strange Curse, put on her – she'd even thought someone had left her alive just to watch her be tortured by these fake visions. But now everything made sense: her change in Appearance and the memories; the cold she'd been feeling and the nightmares; Hermione's surprise at seeing her.
So, she was supposed to be dead. Dead to everyone and it didn't look like anyone missed her particularly. She thought of her sisters. Andromeda was out of the equation. Narcissa had a son – she'd seen the baby boy. Did he not miss his aunt? Did Narcissa not miss her sister? Then again, if those memories were anything to go by, what sister and aunt had she been? She shuddered at the prospect of doing things like that to her own family. She couldn't have been that evil, could she?
By now the room was completely destroyed. Bellatrix looked at what she had done and backed away towards the wall. She knew she was supposed to be over fifty years old but sliding down the wall and hugging her knees she felt small and powerless once more. After a moment she stood up on shaky legs and followed Hermione's example of running away and Disapparating.