Everything belongs to Jk Rowling. Still. Maybe one day, I'll be a millionaire for the stories I wrote. But unfortunately, these aren't mine. This one is Bellatrix Lestranges.
I was born to Druella Rosier and Cygnus Black. I was the eldest of three. I was sorted into slytherin as was expected of me. I was popular, and perhaps, a bully. Not a bully, but a mean girl. The high school cheerleader bitch. My parents arranged for me to marry Rodolphus Lestrange. He was annoying. I never liked him. I barely knew him on my wedding night.
The dark lord was rising to power when I was leaving school. He was good looking, and everything Rodolphus wasn't. Maybe Lockhart and Grindelwald were hotter, and perhaps, in other worlds, I might have been with them. But I would never have been with Rodolphus by choice.
It started as a school girl crush. I read Romeo and juliet, and I always imagined I was a juliet, waiting for my Romeo. In the dark lord, I found him.
My sisters both married men they loved. Narcissa, my baby cissy, married a good pureblood, though she did love him. My other sister ran off with a mudblood. She is an embarrassment to our family. Mudbloods are like animals. They are not worthy of us.
I fought. I tortured Alice and Frank Longbottom. In the name of the dark lord. I loved him. He was everything. They knew where he was. They knew where my lord was. So I tried to find out.
They wouldn't tell me. They wouldn't fucking tell me! So I lost my temper. But couldn't they see that I needed him back. I needed him like earth needs the son, like the tides need the moon.
I was sentenced to Azkaban. My trial was far from fair. In what society can a man judge his own son? One that needs improvement. One that needs changing. I hated Azkaban. The dementors always reminded me that he was dead. And it was my fault.
Apparently, I spent fifteen years in Azkaban. I had no concept of time though. Just sadness. Depression. Waves of despair, drowning in an ocean of tears. With no land in sight.
I killed Sirius. He deserved it. He was a blood traitor. He abandoned my family. I stunned him. I didn't actually mean to kill. I wanted him on my team. But he fell through the veil of death.
I'm pregnant now. With his child. The dark lords. 8 months pregnant. I never thought I'd have a child. Of course, the dark lord will have the final say, but I kind of like the idea of Delphini for a girl, and Marvolo for a boy.
Dumbledore says that love is the answer. And I agree. But that's not really true. See dumbledore abandoned the man he loved, and fought him. But I stand by my love. That makes me a better person, because I listen to my feelings.