"Bellatrix! Get back here and face me for what you've done!" Harry shouted as he ran after her retreating figure. She was almost at telephone lift at the end of the hall when he shot a stunning spell at her back. She looked back just in time to dodge it before sending another spell in his direction. He took cover behind the statue of Magical Brethren. When he looked up, she had stopped running.

"Come out, come out, little Harry!" she called in her mocking baby voice, which echoed off the polished floors. "What did you come after me for, then? I thought you were here to avenge my dear cousin!" She seemed to be half laughing when she said that. Laughing in his face. Laughing about all of the hurt she caused! All that was her fault!

"I am," Harry found himself whispering. And it is these times that are the scariest because silent anger is what leads to drastic deeds. "I am!" He says louder so she could hear.

"Aaaaaah… Did you love him?" She called out mockingly- her body bent half over in a laugh, an insane grin crossed her face.

"CRUCIO!"

Bellatrix let out a horrendous scream. But it didn't end- it continued like long crazy wailing and the dark. Like someone on the edge of death begging for it instead of the continued pain. Like the poor snake from the orphanage. The thought of what happened to the snake and the boy made him drop the spell- filling him with such disgust that he could feel the bile rising up his throat. 'It wasn't my fault. It wasn't my fault,' he reminded himself, holding his arms around himself.

Bellatrix still laid on the floor, trying to breathe. Harry slowly made his way over to her and knelt by her side. After making sure her wand was out of reach, he looked back at her and choked a sob. He leaned down to her forehead and whispered, "I am so sorry" before lightly kissing her forehead. Then the flashes came down hard like rain in the blackness.

Nessie and Andy playing with her in their childhood home.

Her father telling them of how disgusting and worthless Muggles and Mudbloods were to big eyes staring up at him.

The hat calling out "SLYTHERIN!" to the Great Hall and her older sisters clapping loudly for her.

Being bullied by a Mudblood Gryffindor.

Must get stronger and make him pay.

Meeting Him. He knows how to help. He understands.

Magic so glorious and dark that it eats up inside of her and she becomes it itself.

Stronger. So much stronger.

Betrayal. No sister but Nessie. No more family beyond her.

Stronger. Must get stronger.

Graduation and the entrance into the Death Eaters.

Make him pay like he did me. Make him bleed and suffer.

Make Him proud. Make the Dark Lord proud.

Training and pleasure and blood. So much emotion that you drown in it.

Her first time. And it's with Him- only Him matters.

Marriage to keep appearances- Lestrange doesn't matter as long as He is here.

But then He's gone. How? Need to find Him. NEED TO FIND HIM.

Screams and blood and no answers.

Prison and insanity and only sadness and no Him. Never Him.

But now He is back and glorious as ever and with me again. Now He is back to rule and be served and only the worthy, such as me, are allowed to.

Raids and chaos and pleasure.

AVADA KADAVA. No more Sirius.

Little baby Potter and then pain. So much pain. PAIN.

And then Harry was back out of the glimpse- out of the cycle half completed. He broke it before he could see the end- before he could finish it for her. No one should see their own future before it is time.

"So Harry, did you see anything as interesting as ours"

He turned sharply and saw Voldemort standing by the statue- wand raised and eyes wide with anticipation. Harry raised his wand in response and slowly got to his feet.

"I didn't wait to see the end like I did yours." Voldemort cocked his head to the side.

"But that is the best part, isn't it?" he hissed in parseltongue.

"Not always." Voldemort tutted at this. It sounded strange coming from his mouth- like a voice coming out of a puppet.

"The ending is always the best Harry. It tells you all you need to know." They were both circling each other now- ready to fire if needed.

"The journey is what defines us- not the end. The end is selected far before the individual choices are."

"I'll politely disagree with that. There are no set destinies- except yours to die!" A bright green light shot out at Harry.

Harry dodged it and shot a bright red in return, yelling "Stupefy!" But another killing curse was already coming his way when another spell pushed him out of the way.

Dumbledore was standing a few yards away. He whipped his wand around in a circle over his head and the water swirled out of the fountain- sweeping Voldemort up in the process. As it formed a huge ball in the air, Voldemort slashed into it. It seemed like he was trying to cut it open, but the water just flowed back into place as Dumbledore held his wand and cupped his other hand closer and closer together. His efforts were not lost, however, for the ball broke and flowed out in a rush out over the polished floor.

Voldemort pointed his wand up and glass shot out of the office windows and flew together to form a flock of shards. They swarmed together for a moment before shooting off at Dumbledore as Voldemort forcefully stabbed his wand in his direction. The glass slammed into a shield Dumbledore rose from deep blue magic. Soft sand fell like snow over the wet floor and destroyed marble walls- collecting in holes from violent spells.

Just then, the minister and a group of 20 Aurors stormed in. Seeing Voldemort, they paused in shock before he disappeared. Then Aurors spread out over the area. Harry looked away from the minister staring gobsmacked at the damage muttering to himself over and over again, "He's back. He's back. I can't believe he's back" to look over to where Bellatrix was lying. Only she wasn't there anymore. He wasn't that shocked though. They had created a big distraction for themselves and she could have easily escaped into the nearby exit.

But before he could turn back to the ministry officials leading out his friends from the other room and see the proper damage, the blinding pain erupted in his scar. This vision pulled together into void, his friends calling out "Harry!" in alarm, as a voice hissed, "I'm not done with you yet, Harry Potter."