Authors note: I'm sorry for the long wait! You have NO idea how busy I've been since, well, the middle of February. I've literally had one weekend to myself. I tried to make this one quite a bit longer to make up for it! Sorry for any inconvenience! Oh, and this is where I start rewriting JKRs already written parts, just in Bellatrix's POV. In later parts, I'll be mixing what happens in the books and movies. Hope you enjoy it!

Update, 5/15/11: I have no idea why this chapter got so messed up when I first updated. I'm REALLY sorry.

November 1st, 1981 - 10:32 PM

CRASH.

The thunder and lighting broke through the pitter-patter sound of rain. Ahead, Bellatrix heard sounds of celebration coming from Godric's Hollow, all of them being praise for "The Boy Who Lived".

But not for long.

Following Bellatrix was her husband, Rodolphus, his brother Rebastian, and Barty Crouch Junior. They were only few willing to search for information on the Dark Lord.

Even Lucius didn't show up... Pathetic cowards! Bellatrix thought angrily.

Rodolphus broke though Bellatrix's angry thoughts. "Bella, darling, we can always go back-"

"NO!" Bellatrix shouted. "He is NOT dead! He was NOT killed by a child! If you're too scared to come along, leave!"

None of the boys moved. With this, Bellatrix continued walking and Rodolphus, Rabastian, and Barty followed in a scared silence.

And finally, High Street. Bellatrix picked out a small, grey house. The mailbox read:

152 High Street, Godric's Hollow.
Alice and Frank Longbottom

Bellatrix smiled. Someone knew where the Dark Lord was. And it had to be the Longbottoms.

Bellatrix and the others burst through the door. "WHERE IS HE? WHERE IS THE DARK LORD? CRUCIO!" Bellatrix directed her curse at Alice, who tripped as she was trying to run away.

Alice screamed. "I-I don't know! P-PLEASE!"

Bellatrix snarled. "TELL ME, STUPID GIRL!"

Rodolphus was on the other side of the room, torturing Alice's husband, Frank. Outside, Rebastian and Barty were dueling Ministry Officials, who had come to rescue the Longbottoms.

"STUPEFY!" Rodolphus finally shouted at Frank. Unconscious, Frank fell to the floor mere seconds after his wife, who had been knocked unconscious from Bellatrix's torturing. Bellatrix sneered at the twitching bodies before her; the sneer soon turned into a half smile.

"No one escapes the Dark Lord." Bellatrix mumbled.

The door flew open once more. A few Ministry workers had gotten past Barty and Rebastian.

"STUPEFY!" A voice shouted. A red jet of light hit Rodolphus in the back. A second jet of light flew past Bellatrix, missing her by hardly an inch. She whipped around to face her new challenger.

As they dueled, it became more and more evident that her challenger was no threat to her. Bellatrix fought the wizard with ease, and while he was trying his hardest, he was no match for Bellatrix and the skilled witch that she was.

"What were you thinking, challenging me? Did you honestly think you would be the one to capture me?" Bellatrix let out a small laugh, letting her guard down for just the smallest space of time.

"STUPEFY!" The man shouted. The jet of light shot out of his was and hit Bellatrix straight at her heart. Her thoughts slowly faded out, and suddenly, everything went black.

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November 2nd, 1981. 2:30 PM
Ministry of Magic Courtroom

Authors Note: So, "Barty" is going to be Barty Crouch Junior, and "Mr. Crouch" is Barty Crouch Sr. to make everything make a little more sense. And most everything in this chapter is NOT MINE. I did NOT write it, it's JKRs writing.

Bellatrix glared towards the center of the room, up at the man who was to send her to Azkaban.

Barty Crouch Senior.

She sat in her chair as if it were a throne. To her right, Barty looked nothing short of petrified. Rebastian and Rodolphus showed no emotion, looking neither scared nor calm. Mr. Crouch cleared his throat. "You have been brought here before the Council of Magical Law so that we may pass judgment on you, for a crime so heinous-"

"Father," whimpered his son. "Father... Please..."

Bellatrix scoffed. Begging for mercy... If his father dares let him go free...

Mr. Crouch spoke louder. "-that we have rarely heard the like of it within this court. We have heard the evidence against you. The four of you stand accused of capturing and Auror - Frank Longbottom - and subjecting him to the Cruciatus Curse, believing him to have knowledge of the present whereabouts of your exiled master, He-Who-Must-Not-Be-Named-"

"Father I didn't!" Barty cried, rattling the chains he was attached to in his chair. "I didn't, I swear, Father, don't send me back to the dementors -"

Bellatrix glared at Barty. Pathetic little liar! When the Dark Lord hears about this…

"You are further accused," bellowed Mr. Crouch, "of using the Cruciatus Curse on Frank Longbottom's wife, when he would not give you information. You planned to restore He-Who-Must-Not-Be-Named to power, and to resume the lives of violence you presumably led while he was strong. I now ask the jury -"

"Mother!" screamed Barty. A witch beside Mr. Crouch began to sob. "Mother, stop him! Mother, I didn't do it, it wasn't me!"

Bellatrix clenched her fists against her chair. "No compassion for the Dark Lord... None at all..." Her whisper was inaudible with Barty's and Mr. Crouch's yells.

"I now ask the jury," shouted Mr. Crouch, "to raise their hand if they believe, as I do, that these crimes deserve a life sentence in Azkaban!" The whole of the jury put their hands into the air with no hesitation. The crowd began to clap and cheer.

"No! Mother, no! I didn't do it, I didn't know! Don't send me there, don't let him!" The dementors glided into the room, ready to welcome four new prisoners into their home.

Bellatrix rose from her seat, and unleashed the anger that had been building inside of her for the past two days. "The Dark Lord will rise again, Crouch! Throw us into Azkaban; we will wait! He will rise again and will come for us, he will reward us beyond any of his other supporters! We alone were faithful! We alone tried to find him!"

"I'm your son!" Bellatrix heard Barty's useless screams to his father as the dementors took her out of the dungeon.

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November 2nd, 1981. 9:18 PM
Azkaban Prison

Bellatrix was thrown into a cell separate from Rodolphus, Rebastian, and Barty. Long hours passed in the dark cell, slowly driving Bellatrix into madness.

"Harry… Potter…" Bellatrix mumbled to herself. She then gave a mad cackle of laughter. "I'll kill him… If it's the last thing I do…"

A dementor floated past Bellatrix's cell. After sucking the last bit of happiness she had in her, Bellatrix fainted, an evil smile still etched upon her face.