Andromeda's war 3
How did my sister become a killing machine? She fell in love with evil personified.
Bella never loved her husband. He was the man she married to please our father. Bella was seduced by the one who called himself Lord Voldemort.
She was seduced by his power. She was seduced by his personality, all smooth and giving, unless you defied him. She never, to her dieing day, defied him.
She gave him her devotion. She gave him the affection that should have been her husband's. Some say she gave him her body. I know she gave him her soul.
Bella had always been hard and cruel. But until our father introduced her to Voldemort she tempered her impulses. If you can call it tempering.
It is said that inbreeding carries the risk of insanity. None are so inbreed as pure blood wizards. You see after a while you run out of families to breed with. So cousins end up marring cousins. Sometimes you end up with children who are weak and don't live. Sometimes you end up with children who have deformities. Then there are the children, like Bella who are born insane.
Bella used to squeeze chicks just to watch their eyes pop out. Cats were never safe around her. She would dip their tails in wax and light them just to see the frantic efforts of the cat to get away from the pain. She once took a neighbor's dog and threw it down a well just to watch it drown. None of the house elves were safe. Bella would do things that she knew would make our father angry, and frame a house elf, just to watch our father torture it to death.
She used to lure muggle children in when our father grew bored and wanted a new plaything. What the two of them did with the children in the dungeon I never knew, I didn't want to know. Call me a coward, I called it surviving.
It was just as bad at Hogwarts. Bella and her crowd made it their sport to see how much pain and suffering they could cause to muggle borns and not get caught. Hogsmede weekends always brought back a tale or two of hags or elves being found tortured.
But she never killed, until she fell in love with Voldemort. Then the killings began. The first was a muggle who insulted Voldemort. The last was my daughter. In between she killed our father and no one knows how many others.
Yes Bella killed our father, fitting isn't it? The man who taught her to be cold, cruel and to enjoy the suffering of others.
Apparently he failed a mission that Voldemort gave him, and it wasn't the first time. So Voldemort ordered Bella to cut their losses. I'm told she never even hesitated before killing him. A mercy I suppose as she usually killed slowly so as to prolong the suffering.
Perhaps if he could of broken the cycle of hate, the cycle of abuse, the cycle of ignorance he could have lived.
Perhaps if we had been raised with some amount of real love Bella would be alive and a sister to be proud of, not one who's name means evil to me.
We will never know. All I know is that whatever hell she rots in is too good for her. She stalked my daughter, just because she was my daughter. She killed Nymphadora with a smile on her face. I'll always be grateful to Molly Weasley for killing Bella. Because I know if she had lived my grandson would have been a victim too.
