A/N: Alright, after quite a few reviews requesting that I add to this story, I got bored during one of my classes and decided to write another chapter. I hope you like it.

The Pureblood Mudblood Muggleborn Finale

Hermione ran through the hallways of Hogwarts firing spells at people in black robes as she went by. She tried to scream as she was grabbed from behind and tugged into an empty classroom.

Bellatrix put her hand over her mouth and whispered, "Be quiet, I'm not going to hurt you." Hermione froze. Bellatrix's voice did not have any sign of the woman who had tortured her. She even sounded, kind of, gentle. "Are you alright?"

Hermione spun around when Bellatrix loosened her grip and looked at her incrediously, "What kind of question is that?"

Bellatrix sighed. "I'm sorry. I just had to see that I didn't hurt you."

"Hurt me? Hurt me? You tortured me!" Hermione spat. "Don't pretend you're all nice. You're one of His best followers."

"You don't know anything about me, Hermione." Bellatrix told her.

"I know enough. I know you tortured Neville's parents and I know your killed Sirius." Hermione paused. "I know you were my mother."

Bellatrix winced. Hermione had whispered with confusion in her voice and it cut deep into Bella's soul. "When I got pregnant I told Rodolphus that I was going to talk to the Dark Lord, to get him to unmark me so that I could fulfill my duty to you. He got angry. He wanted me to not have you so that we could stay at the top. I agreed to do both. Have you and stay a Death Eater. When the Dark Lord fell, I felt… relieved. I was free. I could finally stay at home, with you.

Rodolphus convinced me that we needed to go to the Longbottom's. Just to find out if he was really gone. Of course we got caught." Bellatrix paused, trying to keep the emotions she hadn't felt in years in check. "I was glad you were asleep. You didn't see us getting arrested. Before we were taken to Azkaban they told us that they had 'taken care' of you. I was lead to believe you had been… disposed of. Neither one of us put up a fight after that." Bellatrix took a deep breath to steady the stream of tears that came at the memory.

Hermione sighed and stared at her. "My parents told me I was adopted a few months ago I began to have a nightmare about you torturing Neville's parents."

Bellatrix nodded. "Your house elf-nanny was sick and Narcissa wouldn't keep you. You and Draco never have played nicely together."

Hermione smirked. "He's a spoiled brat."

Bellatrix laughed. Hermione couldn't help but grin at the sound. It wasn't the crazy cackle that she'd heard before. It sounded just as nice as the voice that Bellatrix now used with her.

Bellatrix sped forward to hug Hermione, holding her close to be able to smell the sweat and blood from the battle on her. She closed her eyes for a moment, savoring the feeling, knowing that it would probably be the last chance she would get.

Hermione stood next to Ginny as they dueled Bellatrix. She could see the changes in her face. Her eyes had darkened to black and she had the wild and crazy look that her face had always been aquainted with. Hermione winced when Bellatrix sent the Killing Curse at Ginny, missing her by bare inches. Everything seemed to happen quickly after that. Molly Weasley ran up to protect her daughter. Bellatrix laughed and taunted her until Molly just snapped. Hermione felt as shocked as Bella looked as the spell took its toll and the dark witch fell.

Eight years later, when finding out she was having a baby girl, Hermione knew she wanted to name her Rose. Not because of the undoubted red hair she would inherit but because years before, when Hermione had visited the house she had inherited when Bellatrix had died, she'd found the bedroom that she had once slept in. The roses on the walls had been hand painted and she had no doubt as to who had drawn them for her.