Behind me I felt some come up behind me. I held back a shiver as fingers gingerly swept across my neck. The cackle came right in my ear. I held my breath as I recognized the fingers and cackle belonging to my evil aunt, Bellatrix Lestrange (nee Black) the demented sister of my father, Sirius Black.
Now Bella, lets not scare the poor girl to death, said a voice from my right as vines with thorns shot out of the trees and wrapped around my neck. As a reflex I reached my arms up to my neck to dislodge the thorns, but vines shot out again wrapping themselves around my wrists, yanking them hard. I felt my shoulder dislocate and a bone snapped in my wrist. I didn t give them the satisfaction of hearing me scream so I kept quiet.
Bellatrix Lestrange walked around me on the arm of my uncle Rodolphus Lestrange as Lucius Malfoy and Rabastan Lestrange entered from the other side of the small clearing. All were wearing the robes of Death Eaters but not the hoods. I could see all of their faces as clearly as they could see mine. Hello, Isabella, what a surprise to find you here, in this dreary town in the first place, wearing those horrible clothes that don t belong on a person of Noble blood, but what do you expect when your father turns traitor. I should have kept quiet but I hated jabs towards my father, Can t call it Noble blood if you lower yourself to kiss a half-blood s robes, I said with a blank face and blazing silver-blue eyes. My glamour, that made me look like Isabella Swan, fell when I broke down in the forest after he left, so now my hair is pitch black and my eyes silver-blue, instead of brown.
How dare you? You filthy blood traitor! You don t deserve to hold the Black name! How dare you! shrieked my aunt as she released her husband and pulled out her knife from its place hidden in her dress. She walked over to me and slashed the knife across my face, before Lucius came up behind her and grabbed the wrist holding the knife. Lucius was my uncle from my backstabbing, traitorous, mother's side; he was her brother. Ya, I know, my family is full of psychopathic morons.
Bellatrix, the Dark Lord wants her alive, not in pieces. We shall let the Dark Lord punish her. He did say we could have our fun with her, though, Lucius, said my twisted uncle Rodolphus. Besides my dear, I am sure you can think of much more painful things to do to her, my dear.' he said to my deranged aunt.
I hated my family; they were a bunch of psychos and darkly twisted people. The only sane ones were my Aunt Andromeda, Uncle Ted, cousin, Nymphadora, and my father Sirius Black. They were the only ones I see on a regular basis who aren t trying to kill me. I clenched my teeth against the slash on my cheek and ignored the blood pouring down my face and neck in favour to watching my family stand in front of me talking about torturing me.
Even though I was watching them, I never saw Rabastan pull out his wand, until he said, lazily, Crucio. Unbelievable pain filled my body unexpectedly, making me unable to do anything but thrash against the vines with thorns pushing into my neck. I couldn t help but scream my lungs out. I could faintly hear Bellatrix laughing evilly. My mind was shutting down from the pain, trying to protect itself when it all stopped. I stood there weakly, being held up by the vines and thorns, panting while trying to slow my heart and shake the aftereffects off, unsuccessfully, as Bellatrix continued to laugh.
I don t think that was even close enough, to teaching her a lesson. Rodolphus? Your turn, I believe, Malfoy said calmly like his niece wasn t being tortured in front of his eyes.
Rodolphus turned to Bellatrix and said, Dearest, I think that we should do it together, what do you think? I ignored them lowering my head so I couldn t see what was coming. I felt the thorns pierce my neck and drawing more blood as I did. After a few seconds, I gathered my senses to hear clothing rustling and two voices say harmoniously three of the scariest words in the world of magic, Fiend incendia minimus. I was so shocked that I didn t feel the flames lick my face, burning it. I felt it when the two of them charmed the flames down my arms and snaking them around my torso and legs. I screamed so loud that birds flew from the trees for miles around me. I started to cry, allowing tears to mix with the blood and the screams until it stopped. I dropped from the ground, my bonds burned from the flames that were used to brand me.
Now Bella, lets not scare the poor girl to death, said a voice from my right as vines with thorns shot out of the trees and wrapped around my neck. As a reflex I reached my arms up to my neck to dislodge the thorns, but vines shot out again wrapping themselves around my wrists, yanking them hard. I felt my shoulder dislocate and a bone snapped in my wrist. I didn t give them the satisfaction of hearing me scream so I kept quiet.
Bellatrix Lestrange walked around me on the arm of my uncle Rodolphus Lestrange as Lucius Malfoy and Rabastan Lestrange entered from the other side of the small clearing. All were wearing the robes of Death Eaters but not the hoods. I could see all of their faces as clearly as they could see mine. Hello, Isabella, what a surprise to find you here, in this dreary town in the first place, wearing those horrible clothes that don t belong on a person of Noble blood, but what do you expect when your father turns traitor. I should have kept quiet but I hated jabs towards my father, Can t call it Noble blood if you lower yourself to kiss a half-blood s robes, I said with a blank face and blazing silver-blue eyes. My glamour, that made me look like Isabella Swan, fell when I broke down in the forest after he left, so now my hair is pitch black and my eyes silver-blue, instead of brown.
How dare you? You filthy blood traitor! You don t deserve to hold the Black name! How dare you! shrieked my aunt as she released her husband and pulled out her knife from its place hidden in her dress. She walked over to me and slashed the knife across my face, before Lucius came up behind her and grabbed the wrist holding the knife. Lucius was my uncle from my backstabbing, traitorous, mother's side; he was her brother. Ya, I know, my family is full of psychopathic morons.
Bellatrix, the Dark Lord wants her alive, not in pieces. We shall let the Dark Lord punish her. He did say we could have our fun with her, though, Lucius, said my twisted uncle Rodolphus. Besides my dear, I am sure you can think of much more painful things to do to her, my dear.' he said to my deranged aunt.
I hated my family; they were a bunch of psychos and darkly twisted people. The only sane ones were my Aunt Andromeda, Uncle Ted, cousin, Nymphadora, and my father Sirius Black. They were the only ones I see on a regular basis who aren t trying to kill me. I clenched my teeth against the slash on my cheek and ignored the blood pouring down my face and neck in favour to watching my family stand in front of me talking about torturing me.
Even though I was watching them, I never saw Rabastan pull out his wand, until he said, lazily, Crucio. Unbelievable pain filled my body unexpectedly, making me unable to do anything but thrash against the vines with thorns pushing into my neck. I couldn t help but scream my lungs out. I could faintly hear Bellatrix laughing evilly. My mind was shutting down from the pain, trying to protect itself when it all stopped. I stood there weakly, being held up by the vines and thorns, panting while trying to slow my heart and shake the aftereffects off, unsuccessfully, as Bellatrix continued to laugh.
I don t think that was even close enough, to teaching her a lesson. Rodolphus? Your turn, I believe, Malfoy said calmly like his niece wasn t being tortured in front of his eyes.
Rodolphus turned to Bellatrix and said, Dearest, I think that we should do it together, what do you think? I ignored them lowering my head so I couldn t see what was coming. I felt the thorns pierce my neck and drawing more blood as I did. After a few seconds, I gathered my senses to hear clothing rustling and two voices say harmoniously three of the scariest words in the world of magic, Fiend incendia minimus. I was so shocked that I didn t feel the flames lick my face, burning it. I felt it when the two of them charmed the flames down my arms and snaking them around my torso and legs. I screamed so loud that birds flew from the trees for miles around me. I started to cry, allowing tears to mix with the blood and the screams until it stopped. I dropped from the ground, my bonds burned from the flames that were used to brand me.