Thunder and lightening crashed, the room flashing as the Gods of war arose from the deepest pits of hellfire, their irons fists ripping at the roof of the Prefect bedroom before wicked fingers the size of trees tore apart everything within. Windows smashed, chairs and tables were flung this way and that, the four poster bed became nothing but a scorching pile of rubble. Those four walls that gave protection were to become nothing more than a scene of destruction, of blinding white anger that took over body, mind and soul. There was no stopping them now.

Blood curdling screams ripped at lungs and throat, burning pale flesh as the world around Bellatrix Black came toppling down at her feet. No one could stop her, why, who would even dare to? Everything was dark, twisted and pulsing. Blood dripped, veins bubbled underneath flesh and fingernails became imbedded with dirt.

"No, no, no! You lied! You left me!" A volcanic scream tore at her throat, the wounded animal within howling in pain and agony. Eyes flashed and teeth bared, then hands ripped, tore and destroyed. Bellatrix threw herself across the room, grabbing whatever was close and flung it recklessly against walls and paintings. Chairs lost their legs and splintered, tables full of paperwork had been flipped over, parchment was set alit with the anger trembling at her fingertips. The paintings on the wall screamed as they attempted to flee the scene before their terrified faces but Bellatrix's destruction was in full force and nothing could stop her now. Dumbledore's once pristine office came to look like a battlefield. "You left, you bitch, you filthy little fucking liar!"

As the last remaining chair collided with a bookshelf the office door was flung open to show the tips of two wands pointing at Bellatrix as her shaking body whipped itself around, black eyes meeting old and wise, as her own wand was pulled from her hip holder. But she was no match for the headmaster himself who merely flicked his wrist and bound Bellatrix's arms and legs together, the dark witch tumbling to the floor with a huff as the air was knocked from lungs.

"Madame Lestrange, please control yourself in my office. I think you've beaten up the furniture enough for one day. Now, let's all take a breath and calm, shall we? Madame Malfoy, perhaps you would be kind enough to aid your sister up into that remaining armchair just over there? Splendid!"

Two aged hands clapped together as Dumbledore strode into his office space with Narcissa Malfoy close to his heels. Her long slivery blue dress dragged along the stone floor, hair pulled up into an elegant bun, as she made her way towards the dark haired demon trembling on the floor, muttering violent nothings under her breath. Everything about Narcissa screamed elegance and grace, she was the light to her sisters dark and for years it had held her down.. but today that would all end.

"Come Bella, deep breath." Madame Malfoy knelt at her sisters side, hooked her hands underneath black covered arms and pulled the fury filled mess up from the cold floor to sit crosslegged, head hanging low so those thick curls covered Bellatrix's twisted face. Though her feet suddenly became free of their bindings the eldest Black would still feel the tightness of her arms locked behind her; she should've laughed, they had every right to fear her now.

"Why am I here?" The witch growled, never once looking up from the ground she sat upon. "And this is hardly a warm welcome is it Dumbledore? I don't recall binding your guests as part of Hogwarts standards, but anyone can see this whole place has gone to the dogs since you've taken over."

"Bella!"

"Now, now, let's all just calm ourselves," Dumbledore held two hands gently in the air before the two snarling sisters as he glided along the floor to his upturned desk. At his touch the table slowly rose from the ground and set itself back into place, a chair also following suit. Taking the seat, Dumbledore motioned for Narcissa and Bellatrix to also sit themselves down as two more chairs flipped upright in front of the desk. After a minute struggle to get Bellatrix into place the headmaster turned to Narcissa. "Now, we both know that things may go, well, pear shaped, but the both of us should hopefully be enough to restrain your sister if needed."

"Dream on Dumble-fuck."

"Bellatrix! Will you just act your age for once in your life?" Narcissa's deep blue eyes turned to her sister, though her head never once turned from Dumbledore. Both of her pale hands clutched tightly to the purse sat upon her crossed legs. The whole world was about to be shaken and still she had to deal with her elder sisters petty games as she sat smirking in her chair like the brat she truly was.

After a moments silence the Hogwarts headmaster leant forward, elbows upon the desk, and let all his attention focus on Bellatrix Lestrange as she wiggled against the bindings around each wrist. "There is a reason your sister asked you to come here today, Bellatrix. The bindings will be taken off of you when we both feel like you're not putting yourself, or anyone else, in danger." He ignored the muttered swear words that were sent his way. Narcissa sat rigid, her eyes set upon the far back wall of the office. Everything was uncomfortable and full of tension as the headmaster shifted forward his own chair and opened up everything Bellatrix was trying to hold back.

"Now, I'm sure you'll remember a fellow student of yours when you used to attend this school."

"I went to school with a lot of fellow students, old man, and I hardly remember a single one. I guess that means that they're not worth even the slightest thought, hm?"

"I was actually talking about one in particular."

"Oh really?" Bellatrix's voice was laced with sarcasm. "Who would that then, old man?"

"Lyra Beaufort."

It was as if someone had thrown ice cold water over Bellatrix as she sat upon that chair in Dumbledore's office, listening to the one name she had tried so hard to forgot. Her whole body jumped, arms and legs locking with tension as the room fell silent and the fire carried on crackling. Narcissa never once looked away from the wall, though gloved hands tightened around a leather purse. Bellatrix's breathing started to become erratic, shoulders heaving with each gulp of air, the anger was building at a rapid pace. Soon enough the dark witch started to see spots as the madness fought to be released, for how dare they say her name!

"How...I..." Bellatrix was panting, her head darting back and forth between her old professor and her little sister. "How do you know that name? Did Narcissa... it was meant to be hidden away, no one is meant to - how?!"

"Ah, yes. How, that is the question after all." Dumbledore whispered, tilting his wise head up towards the panicking witch. His wand was never far out of reach. "Now who do you think it was that sent her back in time in the first place?"

As realisation dawned over Bellatrix's pale face the Hogwarts Headmaster arose from his chair and made his way towards both Black sister's before perching himself upon the front of the desk. He owned Bellatrix an explanation after all, he had seen better than anyone else the effect Lyra had left behind, and it was he who had to pick up the pieces. Still Bellatrix panted, both eyes stinging with the remains of violent tears as she fought with inner emotions that she no longer knew how to express. Everything was red and raw and still Dumbledore kept his wand close.

"Lyra," Dumbledore quickly cleared his throat seeing Bellatrix flinch at the name. "Lyra Beaufort was sent back from this time to yours in an attempt to gather information about The Dark Lord, information that we thought you of all people would know about. Lyra was meant to write down her daily events in a diary, one that I would be able to see in this time, but it was always lacking. I knew something was not going to plan. Alas, we had to pull Lyra back to her time."

Never before had Dumbledore seen such a mess of a woman. There was something about Bellatrix Lestrange that always made him think twice about Pureblood society. She was a prime example of a child who had been groomed to become a certain way, her life choices limited and held against her if she ever dare stray from the path set before her. Now here was one of his own past students, one who was extremely bright and full of infinite knowledge, sat trembling in his office over the past decisions she had taken. It was not Bellatrix's fault that part of her had turned into a monster, one that Dumbledore himself had grown to pity.

"When Lyra came back to us she was in such distress that for a week she had to be sedated in the hospital wing and closely monitored. She did not stop talking about you, how you were in danger and that it was highly important that she must return to you. Sadly I could not allow that. Messing with time is not to be taken lightly and I'm afraid Miss Beaufort would've put herself in far too much danger." The headmaster waited for Bellatrix to open her mouth, to spit a vulgar insult at him, to punish him for what he did. But nothingness came from between her lips apart from desperate gasps. He watched as Narcissa let one of her gloved hands fall from the purse and slowly outstretch it, fingertips now gently squeezing her elder sisters trembling left knee. "From the -"

"Whose idea was this?" Bellatrix found her voice, one full of stuttering rage and betrayal. No longer could she bare to here the bullshit that came fluttering from Dumbledore's mouth like an ornate butterfly. All of this for gossip about The Dark Lord? All of this for what? "Who sat down one day and thought 'you know what.. I could really fuck around with Bellatrix Lestrange, that seems like a brilliant idea!'. Who took it upon themselves to fuck me over!?"

"Me. It was my idea Bella."

This time all heads turned to Narcissa Malfoy. No longer was she looking at the far wall, but instead she stared clearly at her sisters stricken face, it was like she had just been slapped. Everything that had happened was all because of her, it was time to own up to that.

"WHAT?!"

"Yes, it was me and I'm so sorry. I wish I could explain -"

"How about you fucking try before I rip your throat open!"

"I couldn't let you destroy yourself!" Suddenly Narcissa found her voice as she screamed above her sisters vulgar threats. She couldn't bare this any longer, it had been years of holding back secrets and lies that got them into this situation in the first place. If there had been no Lyra there would be no Bellatrix. Everything had changed for the right reasons, if only her sister could see that. "You had become a vile person, Bellatrix, and it was all because of Lyra that you no longer are."

"What the fuck do you know about -"

"The Dark Lord! If things had gone the way they had done... I saw the future Bellatrix, I saw you, behind bars, serving time for Him. You killed, slaughtered, burned for that cause and I couldn't let you lose yourself to that. We all saw you Bellatrix, we saw the monster that you had become. You were insane. I had lost both of my sisters.. but you were the hardest to lose. I know you suffer still, I know what you have gone through, but you are a million times better now than you would've been if you had chosen to follow Him as Rodolphus does. I saw you and you were dead inside." Blonde hair had started to tumble out of that perfect kept bun as Narcissa shifted around in her chair, her body radiating the passion bubbling inside, a passion she held just to keep her sister alive.

"But you listened to her, you listened to Lyra and she's kept you safe all this time, whether you chose to believe that or not. I know you loved her." This time it was Narcissa who was struggling to hold back the tears. Each one dropped down her face like a pearl, glistening in the embers of the fire. "I know what she meant to you, as did Andromeda, and we know that she loved you back. Don't you remember? I was me that found you that day. You destroyed your whole room, set the curtains on fire, smashed the windows... and you were sobbing on the floor in the bathroom. I hadn't seen you cry till that moment and that is when I knew what had happened. You fell in love Bellatrix and I'm sure some part of you still holds Lyra in your heart. You've been so brave."

Silence would've fallen if it were not for the heavy intakes of air Bellatrix struggled to get down her dry throat. They had all played her like some common fool, used her, tricked her into a life that she may not have wanted. They took everything away along with the girl she had once sought comfort in. What if she had chosen the future Narcissa claimed to have seen? Maybe Bellatrix Lestrange would hold rightful place in the world had mother and father had taught her about... would they be turning in their graves knowing that their eldest daughter had failed them? That thought alone sent wild shivers down Bellatrix's spine.

Her pale hands tightened around each armrest of the ornate chair she sat upon, teeth tightened and her harsh breathing started to become erratic. It that moment there was nothing but flashes of darkness, pools of it leaking into pureblood veins before it boiled up to the surface of her skin. Slowly the monster crawled out, claws tearing and fangs snapping. The world started to shake, the walls trembled and the ground broke open to reveal Hell itself.

"Bellatrix-"

BANG

The chair Bellatrix sat in suddenly collided with the wall at the opposite end of the office as the dark witch threw herself at the old man sat upon his desk, those damned blue eyes twinkling as they turned to look at her. She meant to strike, the snake within her curled up and ready to take down its prey, she meant to thrust her wand deep against Dumbledore's damned neck and make him beg for mercy and forgiveness. Alas the old man was much quicker, his wand word far more skilled than Bellatrix's own, and soon enough the witch found herself struggling against a shield placed between the two of them. Still she flung herself at the barrier and rebounded each time, causing pain to shoot through her arms and hips as the rage to rip apart Hogwarts Headmaster took over the last inch of her soul.

"I'll kill you! Do you hear me, you old twisted fuck! I'm going to rip the flesh from your limbs and force it down your throat!"

In an attempt to save her from her sisters rage Dumbledore had also enclosed Narcissa within the barrier that vibrated each time Bellatrix charged like a wild bull. It was in moments like these that Narcissa felt at a lost on what to do. How was she to feel, to react? Bellatrix's outbursts had always been rather over the top, but as the years past they become violent and explosive in a way that sent fear straight to her little sisters soul. Each time there had been broken furniture, blood, bones and those awful screams that could've woken up the dead from their cold, muddy graves. This wasn't the sister who had once protected her younger siblings with all the fire in her belly.. no, this Bellatrix was a mere shell of what could've been. Lyra was so, so close to changing it all. Teary blue eyes watched as the barrier trembled against the force of Bellatrix's body, each one becoming weaker as the energy seeped away, mixing with the blood that was now trickling down from an aristocratic nose.

"Stop Bella, stop! Is this all really worth it?"

A frustrated scream laced with anger gave Narcissa her answer, but still the dark witch weakened and soon enough, with one last attempt at breaking down the invisible cage around her, Bellatrix stumbled backwards before sinking down onto aching knees. The barrier slowly retreated, silver crawling back up inside the wand latched between Dumbledore's frail fingers, leaving behind a trembling, exhausted mess of black curls and pale skin. Bellatrix's sharp intakes of air filled the room.. everything was raw, everything was falling apart in front of coal dark eyes and there was nothing she could do now to stop it.

"Bella?"

"Where is she?" Bellatrix's voice came as nothing more than a shaken whisper, the energy seeped and stolen from her very core. Dumbledore was still one of the most powerful wizards in the whole world, and as good as Bellatrix was, he was always far superior. Slowly the witch tilted her head up, her eyes only just showing through the mass of black curls that shielded her face from the blinding light coming from the windows above. To Narcissa, her sister looked like a demon, one full of rage and a darkness that could never be tamed.. and it terrified her. A pale hand reached out to comfort and shield the black mess upon the floor, but instead Narcissa Malfoy was met with a hiss and snapping teeth. "I said where is she she?"

"Outside the door, Madame Lestrange." This time it was Dumbledore who stood forward, his hand lowered but wand still drawn all the same. Bellatrix was unpredictable and there had already been too much blood loss in the world for his own office to become a murder scene at the hands of one single witch. "She's been waiting for you to arrive for many weeks."

This time a hiss incased itself into a scream as Bellatrix slowly put the pieces together. "Weeks... of course, I forget how powerful time travelling can be. It wouldn't change much in her fucking time. Did she have a nice rest whilst changing the outcome of my own life?" The last word was spat from between Bellatrix's lips as she slowly leant back, knees grinding into the stone floor below. Her wand was a mere few feet in front, lying on the ground like a wounded animal. Not much longer now. Only a few more moments.

"Well then," The witch's tongue breeched through the corner of a blood red mouth before slowly creeping its way along a plump upper lip. Soon. So close. "You might as well let her in then."