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They were both leaning against a large tree stump, on the opposite sides of each other. Hermione had her eyes shut tightly with a thundering headache and a tornado of thoughts. Bellatrix was happy that Hermione couldn't see her, as depression had leaked from her eyes, making small quiet pools of water on her dress. She avoided all thought of Voldemort, as that would tear her apart in seconds. She'd lose it. Bellatrix wanted to keep a sane image of herself for Hermione, so Hermione would believe and understand that Bellatrix wasn't all bad – that she wasn't just an evil witch that would kill anything for Voldemort. She wasn't weak. She was strong. There was a war going on inside Bella's heart. She loved Voldemort, but he was gone. Her purpose had died out. She felt new feelings for Hermione, not just lust. That in itself was confusing as hell. She also wasn't safe. Her time with Voldemort, she spent acting out on her impulses, breaking things, killing creatures, torturing humans, screaming and doing everything for her Lord but never having enough in return. That angered her, shaping her into an impulsive, crazy person. Whenever she thought of this, she was brought back to her memories when she was a young child. A black sister. Always being rejected from her family, she grew bored and decided to cause little animals the pain she felt. No matter if she tortured them or killed them, nothing matched up to the pain and agony she felt by being rejected by her family. Now, with Hermione, Hermione finally was giving her the attention the little girl Bellatrix always wanted and so desperately needed. Bellatrix didn't know what to do with herself.
Days and days went by as Hermione and Bellatrix stayed in the same forest, never being found. Sure, it was a safe place, other than the odd animal that came by – but Hermione let Bellatrix take care of that. It turned out that Bellatrix had a lot more alcohol. Every night, and sometimes even during the day, Bella and Hermione drank, drank, and drank. The fun is all great in the moment, but when the crash came, it came hard, and they BOTH needed something to keep them up, to keep them living. Living through the same happiness, living through alcohol, they hadn't realized but they were growing very, very tired of the same scenery. When the alcohol ran dry, they were left with nothing but their thoughts and misery.
Bellatrix was the one who first brought it up.
'The same trees are here. Just like yesterday. And the day before.' Her voice grew unstable, tears making her throat dry.
Hermione turned slightly.
'What do you mean by that?'
'Everything's the same.' That angered Bellatrix severely. Her breathing got deeper and her veins were flushed with adrenaline.
'Well where do you suppose we go, Bella?' Sarcasm leaked into her sentence. Hermione now facing Bellatrix's figure, she noticed Bella's hair was rattier than usual, and her dress was even more ripped. She looked like she just came back from hell.
Silence filled the space between them.
Bellatrix's lips formed into a thin line and she let out a scream, and started to shoot spells out of her wand. Green filled Bella's eyes. Every tree around them soon now had a deep burn mark, a reminder of the sanity – or rather, insanity – of Bellatrix. She spun around, and eyed Hermione. Slowly striding towards Hermione, a smile stretched across her face.
Hermione backing up in full fear, tripped on a root and fell to the ground. Her eyes expanded with every step Bellatrix took, twigs breaking underneath her feet. A cackle crawled up her throat. Hermione could see that Bellatrix lost all connectivity with reality, and took no chances of being killed. She spun on her feet and ran as fast as her legs could take her.
Before Hermione could even register what was going on, spells were being shot at her. While still running, she turned her head to see Bellatrix chasing her wickedly, wand in hand. She tried to aim back, not knowing what else to do in this state. Any harmless spell that came to Hermione's mind she screamed, not wanting to hurt Bellatrix in anyway. Hermione dodged spells and trees, not knowing where she was going, all she knew was that she needed Bella calm before either of them were seriously hurt.
After several minutes of constant running, Hermione finally aimed – successfully – Expelliarmus correctly. Bellatrix's wand flew out of her hand, and in surprise, she collapsed to the ground. Hermione slowed her running and came to a stop, watching Bellatrix's every move.