I'm Sorry if Bellatrix sucks. I wasn't too sure how too write her. Review telling me how much she sucks? Or be nice. I like those type of Reviews also. x
CPOV
My eyes slowly opened as the feeling started to go back to my limbs. Where the hell was I?
I slowly leant up on my elbows surveying my surroundings. Cold, dark, not somewhere I wanted to obviously be.
I started crying as I remembered the last thing I saw, Neville's face as I was slowly being suffocated. I knew right now he would be blaming himself. He always did that. I tried to stop crying but the tears steadily poured from my eyes. I didn't even realise the door had opened as I sat there head in my hands bawling.
"That's what you did the first time I Saw you."
I slowly looked up and my heart stopped when I saw her face. Bellatrix. She looked even more deranged in person.
"wha…..wha."
"Sssh." She yanked at my arm forcing me to stand then started to slowly circled me.
"The first time I held you...You cried. I couldn't stand it."
She was still circling me occasionally moving me hair or starring into my face.
"You don't...even look like Me." she muttered starring into my face.
"Except," she brought a finger and traced under my eyes. "Them…they're mine." She whispered.
She snatched her hand away strolling around the room not looking at me now. "I've been looking for you for a while; your father wouldn't say where you were that day. No matter how much I made him scream. Your aunt wasn't much help either... she didn't say a word. Filthy Traitor." She didn't even seem to be talking to me now, just to herself in her own messed up way.
"My aunt? Where is she?" I had to actually force myself to speak those words I was so terrified.
"She's here...not…quite herself though." She smirked.
"I want to see her. Let me."
Bellatrix smiled at me. "Fine. If you want too so badly." She nodded at the man who I just realised was stood in the door way who disappeared for a moment. She was still starring at me smiling but I gazed at floor not wanting to make eye contact.
I heard a noise from behind me and my aunt was pushed inside. Her clothes were covered in dirt, her hair had actually become greyer since the last time I saw her. She stood there starring at the ceiling fiddling with her hands.
"Aunt Joan?"
She didn't respond but gave me a glance, but started trembling as I made my over to her.
"It's me...its Catherine...don't you remember me?"
She firmly shook her head crouching down in the corner slowly rocking back and forth.
"She held out for a while...didn't say a word about you, or her filthy blood traitor son. Now she's just...useless."
Bellatrix was stood there acting like this was no big deal; this was a fucking big deal.
"You've destroyed her. What the hell did you do?"
Bellatrix just smirked fiddling with her wand.
"You used that curse on her didn't you?" my thoughts went to Neville, is this what it was like every time he saw his parents?
"That obvious is it?"
I couldn't even look at her, all my attention was on my aunt cowering in the corner.
"I never thought he would send you to Hogwarts. That just seemed too obvious. Clever George."
I turned to her my fists clenched. "What do you want from me?"
She walked up, gently fiddling with my hair before she grabbed a fistful of it yanking my head back.
"Family...should be together...shouldn't it? Look at my dear sister's boy Draco, taking so obediently to us. I just want the same for my little one."
"You want me to become a death eater?" I spat.
She brought her wand up stroking it against my face.
"You sound…shocked?"
"I'd rather die than become what you are."
"You should be carefully what you wish for." She let go of me pushing me against the wall that I harshly slammed into. She started to walk out but turned to my aunt suddenly. "Seeing as I don't need her anymore… Avada Kedavra!" There was a flash of green and before I could even scream my aunts body laid limp against the wall.
The door slammed shut as I fell against the ground the scream trapped in my throat, the hot tears pouring down my face.
This was my entire fault.