They would not lose the war. Bellatrix had not gone through over a decade in Azkaban waiting for her master to return just for them to lose on the brink of victory. It would not happen, of that she would guarantee.
So of course, when that foolish Weasley challenged her, she accepted.
A housewife?
She could take that, or so she thought.
One would think that a woman trained in the dark arts would meet no match from someone who spent their whole life at home, but that person would be wrong.
Bellatrix was wrong.
The simple taunt had sent the redheaded woman into an undeniable rage, and for a moment, Bellatrix laughed.
Bellatrix's eyes snapped open—she did not recall closing them—and her hand searched for her wand, which was inexplicably no longer in her grip.
She could not find it.
Panicked, Bellatrix looked around. She did not immediately recognize her surroundings: the room was dark, lit by several lanterns on the wall which gave off a dull green glow which cast strange shadows around the long, rectangular room. Leather couches and chairs were spread out sparingly.
Finally, she recognized it to be the Slytherin Common Room.
Gingerly, Bellatrix stood. Her legs felt fine, though her hand still twitched to hold a wand once more. Not having it made her very nervous.
"Bella…"
She spun wildly, her eyes catching sight of an elderly man in regal green who she faintly recognized as…"Father?"
Cygnus Black nodded. "Darling Bella, it's been so long."
"But you're dead." She replied bluntly.
"As, my child, are you."
Bellatrix froze, and her eyes scanned the room again. "Lies!" She shrieked. "You can't be my father, because I can't be dead! What sort of twisted magic is this?"
Her father shook his head. "No, this is—"
"Lies!" She screamed over him. "Blasphemy and lies! Master? My Master will save me like he did three years ago, you'll see, whoever you are. He will kill that Weasley scum and I will rule at his side!"
The wizened old man smiled sadly at Bellatrix, "Darling Bella…you are wrong. I know you cannot come to terms right now, but you will."
He turned around and walked away, fading into the dark mist residing in the far corner of the Common Room look-alike, leaving Bellatrix to stare after him, befuddled and angry.
Just as Cygnus Black turned away, he heard his daughter shriek again.
Perhaps, he thought, she won't come to terms after all.
I think I'm going to start one for Hunger Games, because that series is chocked full of death.
Also, who else's should I write for this one? I'm open to suggestions. I will say Tonks's has been started, but not finished.