Chapter 7
Being taken down by Potter and his friends angered the Dark Lord. It became worse when we found out that they had broken into my sister's vault at Gringotts. It seemed Granger had gotten a hold of some of Bella's DNA, and had posed as her to get inside. Bellatrix's fury almost matched Voldemort's. Many were punished; I stood with my husband and my son while we fearfully watched the Dark Lord torture the goblins and guards. As Voldemort walked over everyone, he had a conversation with his snake in parseltongue. I tensed when the snake slithered past me. I'd seen what that creature could do. As I shuddered at what the future held, I saw the sword of Gyffindor fade from the dead Griphook's grasp.
Another chance at catching Harry Potter had slipped away. But things changed when Potter did something that if I were him I wouldn't dare to do. He apparated into Hogsmeade. It was then that the Dark Lord summoned all the men and women in at his disposal and we went to war.
"Stay here," I had told Draco when we heard the news of Potter's appearance. Draco didn't respond, he didn't argue. I didn't want to lose him, and I knew there would be a chance I would if he fought. Being that this could be the last time I saw my son, I gave him a meaningful goodbye. As meaningful as I could, what with my husband yanking me from my son's arms. He told our son that the Dark Lord required him to be there. Without another word he took me in side along apparition.
"He'll die!" I hissed at Lucius when re arrived on the outskirts of Hogwarts.
"He'll be fine," Bellatrix said, giving me the assurance I wanted to hear from my husband. But from her it wasn't out of care for me, it was purely her arrogance. I knew my sister would enjoy killing many tonight. She honestly felt the other side didn't have a chance. My plan was to stay as out of the way as possible, as much as the Dark Lord would let me get away with. Which I knew wouldn't be much.
I soon found out that a selection of death eaters would be staying at the Dark Lord's side during the battle. My husband and I were among them. Bellatrix was meant to stay out, but she wasn't going to miss out on the, "fun."
We took protection in the nook of the woods that homed the acromantulas. Odd place to feel safe I thought. But the Dark Lord had forced them out, and in retreat they'd joined the battle.
When Voldemort grew restless, he invaded the minds of all the death eaters and Dumbledore's Army to tell them to stand down. He wanted his followers to retreat to the acromantula haven. He said he was giving the other side time to gather their dead. And he added a threat. If Potter didn't come to our camp alone, the killing would continue.
We waited in silence. The death eaters that had been fighting returned quickly. I could see my sister dancing merrily through the woods, celebrating in a singsong fashion. She flounced over to me with a grin that was always a result of a killing or torture she committed.
"I killed her little girl!" Bella said cruelly.
"Whose little girl?" I asked her. She continued to smile and giggle evilly through her teeth.
"Dromeda's," she finally said. My breath hitched. My surprise only made Bella happier. "The blood traitor's girl is dead!" she sang. I knew she'd been saying the same thing in the woods. My sister had killed our sister's daughter. My thoughts immediately went to Andromeda. We'd hurt her again, more than we ever had. How could she possibly forgive us this time?