After being engulfed in that familar but restricting darkness, sense returned to Bellatrix's as soon as the light returned to her eyes. She jumped away from her captor and raised her wand immediatly. The Mudblood had returned to finish her off and Bellatrix was not having any of that. The killing curse incantation were just forming on Bellatrix lips, wand aimed directly at the Mudbloods heart untill she stopped as she gazed upon the face of the young witch. Hermionies eyes were closed but an arrogant smirk was playing around her mouth. A smirk Bellatrix reconised as she had worn the same smirk for the majority of her life. Something here was different. Something told her to hold off with the killing. For now.
Bellatrix took a swift glance around at the surrondings. After the hasty shock disapparation, time and space took a few seconds longer then usual for Bellatrix to register everything completey. A cruel sharp wind attacked Bellatrixs face, and the strong smell of salt water told Bellatrix that the Mudblood had brought her somewhere on the coast but Bellatrix gasped as she reconised the exact location. The cliff, the sea and the sight of the tiny village of Munde Wyre pierced through Bellatrix's shield that surrounded her heart, which richochet an echo of despair. A despair that Bellatrix had not felt in years. How had the Mudblood known the signifigance of this place? What kind of magic was this? Being confused and unaware was a notion that Bellatrix did not like. She pulled her mind back to Hermione whose smirk remained. Eyes still closed. Standing upright but as rigid as one who have suffered the Pertrificus Totalus.
"Mudblood" Bellatrix whispered cautiously to the still body. Hermione gave no indication to hearing her voice whatever. "Mudblood" Bellatrix said again but with more volume to her cautious tone. Again to the response that she recieved, Bellatrix may have well have been talking to a corpse. Frustration welled up and burnt an ember of fury through her. Bellatrix had never liked being ignored. She flicked her wand and casually thought "Crucio" in her head.
Crack
Bellatrix was thrown to the ground and she groaned as her head hit the rocky floor. She looked up to see Hermione with her hand slightly raised. Still, still. Still with that same satified and arrogant smirk on her face. Shakily, Bellatrix got to her feet. Brushing her robes and rubbing her feet. Gazing upon Hermione. "Mudblood, why have you brought me here. Why are you unable to respond" The wind was the only thing attempting to answer her questions. Two words kept entering her mind. Spoken in a cold high voice. "Kill her". Bellatrix fingered her wand fighting the compulsive thoughts to carry out the act. She wanted the Mudblood dead very much but her need to know why she was brought to this location fought the violent thoughts rushing through her mind. This cliff was so achingly familiar that it made Bellatrix feel sick. She used to enjoy coming here when she was a child. Playing with her two sisters, laughing, being a family. The memories of laughter and stability but then the memory of that dark cloud in a muggle disguise that thundered and flooded the picturesqe scene of three young girls playing.
"Over here Cissy" A young Andromdea shouted with a giggle. Cissy threw the Quaffle and Andromeda caught it. A little off balance. Bellatrix smiled at her younger sister. " Your not going to make the Quiddich team like that". Andromeda shot a repoachful look at Bellatrix. "If I practice I will. Then I will help Slytherin win the cup. And Mum and Dad will be proud of me. Bellatrix sniggered. " You will need to do more then that to impress Mum and Dad. Believe me, I have tried". Cissy ran over to join the conversation. Andromeda looked at both of her sisters in turn with a slight look of hesitence. " But I need something. I am not as smart as you Bella, nor as pretty as you Cissy.. and. well..." "Your seeing a muggleborn" Cissy piped in with a slight smile. Bellatrix gazed upon Andromeda. "You still working on the courage to tell them Drom?.. Mum and Dad? about Ted"? Andromeda nodded gentley. " I can't lie to them. I think Mum has an inkling. They will both go ballistic". Bellatrix breathed " Dont tell them. Not yet" Andromeda opened her mouth to object but Bellatrix interuppted. " It wont be safe for you. Nor Ted. You know whats happening to the Muggles. You know about You Know Who and you know Mum and Dad agree with his regime, if you do tell them, it will make no difference. You will hardly be able to invite Ted round for dinner". Andromeda fixed her eyes upon her sisters. Noting the simalirities they shared. "Your right". A small silence fell between the three sisters. " You Know who is scary" Cissy said quietly. " Im scared". Bellatrix slowley walked towards her sister and gently placed her arms around her shoulders. "Me too, but dont worry. You big clever sister will always protect you". Another silence as they all smiled at each other. Pure and whole. The magical bond of sisters. Bellatrix grabbed the Quaffle and threw it." Come on, lets play" Her two sisters looked at each other. " Im kind of tired. Going to head back in to the village, fancy it" Cissy addressed her sisters. Andromeda nodded. " Im going to stay here for a little bit" Bellatrix said, " I will join you soon". The sisters nodded and baded each other good bye and Bellatrix was left on the high cliff, overlooking the sea which almost looked blue under the beautiful clear sky. Bellatrix noted the Quaffle lying twenty feet away from her and sighed. She hated not being able to use magic in the holidays as she walked slowley to collect it. Lost in thoughts about her sister and her relationship with the Muggle born. Bellatrix did not care about it. She had not inherited her parents predudices. Her duty was to keep her sisters safe. Bellatrix looked out to the ocean and breathed in the warm salty air. "Excuse me" Bellatrix jumped out of her reverie. A tall middle aged man appeared behind her. Clearly muggle. Bellatrix was slightly taken aback. " Can I help you?" she replied. The man considered this with a smile on his face. " Yes. Yes you can". The man was leering, the man was touching, Bellatrix was struggling, willing her mind to perform magic without a wand. Willing for help as the man breathed all over. Breathed his dirty Muggle breath on her. He stopped. He stopped at the height of his pleasure. The magic came but it was to late. The damage was done. And by the time Bellatrix's magic stopped the muggle mans heart, everything had changed, those minuites upon the sunkissed cliff set the wheels in motion for a dangerous, violent future. a future without conscience, feeling or warmth...
Replaying this memory was not kind to Bellatrix as she hastily wiped tears from her eyes. it was years since she had remembered it so vividly. She had trained herself not to think about it. Distracted herself by inflicting pain on others. Always have a purpose. Keep busy. Don't feel. Just kill, and yet her eyes betrayed her as salty tears rolled down her cheeks like the waves on the sand below her. She hated the mudblood for bringing her here. She hated feeling so vunerable. The Dark Lord would have laughed his cold, laugh if he was to see her like this. Bellatrix could not have that. She was not weak. She was strong. She was his. She looked upon Hermione and raised her wand once more. "They all deserve to die" she said to herself as she pointed the wand directly at Hermione" "Avada..."
But her wand flew out of her hand. She glanced around once more. She was surrounded.
"I advise you to back away from Miss Granger, Mrs Lestrange". Minerva Mcgonnagal said calmey. "And quickly. None of us are afraid to use force".