Hermione's eyes darted around her hands, not knowing where else to look. She had collapsed in bricks, cuts revealing blood and dirt covering her skin. Ron's old beat up shoes entered her sight, then Harry's.
'Hermione...' Harry started, nervously.
'No, Harry. Don't give her any pity. She deserves this. Worthless. She's just like one of them. I can't believe you.' Ron shook his head in disbelief as he walked away, back to his mourning family. A few had crowded around Hermione and Harry, eyes glued to the scene.
'Hermione, don't listen to him, it-'
'No, Harry. He's right.' Hermione wiped her thumb under her eye, removing the tears. 'I'm a foolish, daft, idiot! I'm sorry.' Her eyes met with Harry's, seeing utter helplessness in his blue, crisp eyes. A helplessness that shouldn't have been there. He should have been rejoicing in the death of Voldemort. Not comforting a foolish girl that had a pathetic crush on one of his followers. Guilt swarmed Hermione's heart, making her flee.
Bellatrix swung spells at everything in sight. Breaking lamps, tables, and killing the odd mouse. Anger flushed through her. Anger that wanted revenge. Blood thirst. Agony. Hatred burned within her soul, hands trembling with rage.
Lucius, Draco, and Narcissa stood, paralyzed from fear in a corner, watching Bellatrix reach her breaking point. Black curly hair flowed behind her, every movement she made, it mocked.
'DO YOU REALIZE WHAT THIS MEANS?!' Bellatrix's rage was voiced, finally. She paced back and forth, forcing tears down.
'There must be a way to bring him back, we've done it before we can certainly do it again!'
'Bella, he had hor-' Lucius began.
'Shut your mouth!' She switched around, shooting crucio at him. A malevolent smile stretched along her face as she saw him quiver in pain.
'I should do what I did in the beginning. Torture Harry Potter until he goes insane, like Longbottom's parents, then kill him. In the name of the Dark Lord.' Her eyes widened with the idea.
'No…' She spoke softly, pacing paused.
Ideas flowed through her brain, speeding up. Her anger was mellowing out as more ideas came to her. Lucius, now fully recovered from her attack, smiled knowing Bellatrix was up to something. Walking towards her, his own ideas were developing.
'Harry's still alive.' Lucius said, almost seductively in Bellatrix's ear. His chapped lips traced the edge of her ear, as his hand slowly gripped tightly onto her arm and spun her around.
'The Dark Lord would want you to take his place, as you were, and will continue to be his most loyal servant. ' He loosened his grip on her arms. Bellatrix's eyes laid straight, looking out into nothing but thought.
'You know, past all that anger and power thirst he really did love you.'