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Bellatrix Lestrange pounded her head against the bars in her prison cell. She wasn't going to be kept here like some stupid street urchin. She was a pureblood witch, and a damn good one at that. She bared her teeth, showing the crooked and rotting stubs that lied within her mouth. She wasn't going to go insane. She was strong, beautiful and a Black, that had to count for something. But no, there was no telling what would happen in this place. She was dark and cold, with shivers racing up and down her spine.

"Let me out of here!" she screamed, rattling the handle on the door that was keeping her in the prison cell. "Cissy! Let me out of here! I will not be kept in here like your experimental bitch!" Bellatrix threw herself against the door, trying to get out of here, trying to break the door down to get out of the hellhole.

Narcissa passed her door, looking at her sister with her cool, pale blue eyes. She glared down at her oldest sister, trying to find something about her that she loved. There was not one thing. Her sister who was once beautiful was ugly now. With sallow cheeks, large eyes and matted hair. There was nothing even remotely recognizable about her sister. She turned away for one split second, her pale hand still clasped onto the door handle and her eyes welling up with tears, anger and hurt pooling into her veins. She turned back, opening her mouth and spitting onto the window that showed her sister's pitiful face.

"Narcissa! I hate you! I haven't done a thing!" Bellatrix threw herself against the door once more, her shoulder aching from where she hit the door. She sank down on the ground, her head in her hands and tears slipping from their confinements. She pounded the door with her fists, feeling hot blood roll down her hands in fat, wet drops. "What does it matter if I killed someone! That is not a crime worth this punishment! CISSY!"

Bellatrix pushed herself off of the floor, smearing the blood onto her black dress, looking outside the window. There was nowhere there, but what did she expect? Some angel to come through the hallway, looking at her with such pity that it would have no choice but to set her free? "And that sort of thinking got you into this mess, Bella," she whispered to herself, sinking onto her knees. "I did nothing! NOTHING!"

"Do you really not know why you're in here, Bella?" Narcissa asked, sauntering up to the window again.

"Cissy, you have to listen to me! I did nothing!" Bellatrix whispered, pressing her nose against the window.

"You tortured my son!" Narcissa screeched, hitting the window and frightening her son. "That's what you did! If you have any shred of self-respect you'll stay in there for the rest of your life!"

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Bellatrix woke up bleary-eyed, surrounded by darkness and the madness sinking into her mind. She clutched her hair, pulling it out in clumps, longing to get out of the prison cell. Her only crime was that which she did not do. Except that she did. Draco was her nephew and she had tortured him. But it was for a good reason. He wasn't giving her the information that she needed. He was lying to her, lying like the little wretch he was! "NARCISSA!" she screamed from the floor, scratching her face. She could feel the hot blood roll down her cheeks like red tears, but she couldn't stop it. Her crime was that which she couldn't take back. She wasn't horrible, she was just deranged.

"Stop shouting my name, Bella! You are not coming out of there with your wand!" Narcissa yelled through the wall, kicking it hard with her foot.

"Then take it!" Bellatrix threw the wand at the wall, but it only bounced off, leaving Bellatrix to fall into tears. "I don't want it anymore! This is destroying me, Narcissa!"

"Good." Narcissa turned away, trying to block out her sisters harsh screams.

Bellatrix screamed into the air, at nothing. She drew her nails across her cheeks, drawing blood from her gaunt cheeks and trying to get out, kicking at nothing and everything. She was insane and she did a crime, a crime that was unforgivable and yet she could not take it back. She was terrified of Narcissa, but it was all she could do to keep from falling back into the dark pit. "NARCISSA!" That was the last sane word of Bellatrix Lestrange.

A/N: I hope you liked it. Bellatrix seemed like the most likely person do to a crime that I could write! Read and Review!