AN: This is for The Golden Snitch, Halloween Costume Contest, Dress-Up Challenge. The prompt is, Witch: Write how Bellatrix Black and the history behind her cackle. I'm in Hogwarts, Slytherin. Warnings are as follows: Language, Insanity, Depression, Multiple Personality Disorder.

Warning! This one-shot has underlying themes of The Cursed Child, nothing detailed but a major plot reveal ahead! Readers, you have been warned!

DISCLAIMER: I DO NOT OWN HARRY POTTER!

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She wasn't always like this. She used to be oh, so beautiful, so intelligent. Until her family broke her. You can only set so much on someone's shoulder's before they bend and break. Struggling to breathe under the enormous weight. You can't ever expect someone to be your mule with a mind like hers.

One sister already disgraced the family by the time she was eighteen. The other over-casting her when she married into the Malfoy family. What happens to the person when they are the only scapegoat? Poor, poor Bellatrix. Once destined for the stars, settled for dust.

It started when she was courted by one of the Lestrange brothers, who slowly beat her down, only to build her back up with the wrong bricks. I had to stand back and watch as the light slowly dimmed from her eyes, only to be replaced by darkness.

She used to be so good yes, she dabbled in the Dark Arts, but she had no desire to let them taint her soul. No desire for it to engulf her in flames, never to release her. She now had two residing in that mind of hers, and it seemed only I could draw the saner version out.

It soon stopped when her, now, husband, banned her from seeing me. I now only received glimpses of her, out shopping, out eating, our torturing. i had to stand by when a darker man swooped her off her feet, only to layer on more curtains of darkness. The love I once knew was forever gone.

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I can't break free, can't even breathe on my own anymore. Trapped, in my own mind, my moon never fall's, my sun never rises. Not since that demon I married cut him out. At least he's not dead. I repeat that mantra over and over again, when I'm not being watched. I just want to be free.

Why can't I break free?

From what I read in those oh-so forbidden books, tell me I'm under an enchantment. One that my idiot, Husband, could never do. So, someone else entirely, is messing with my life, my mind, my freedom.

Oh, how I hate that I was so entranced under my family's thumb, one that i couldn't even escape a tortuous marriage from.

I hear her, the version of me that walks in my body. I try to shut out when she's doing that evil man's bidding. Uncalled for events, how I wish someone would just destroy him some way. One can only hope.

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Years passed, with just me and her alone in my mind. She tainted me, ruined me. I'll never be sane again. One can only hold of so much after fifteen long years of only having yourself as company.

My savior released me, loved me, cherished me. Now I'm round with his child, carrying forth his legacy. The Great Dark Lord! Mine to love, mine to fucking hurt.

What the fuck is wrong with me? I'll sooner willingly kill my sunshine then love that snake!

Shh, Shh, it's okay my dear, calm yourself. All will be right, soon. Dream, dream an easy and peaceful sleep. All will be right.

Buried. Where she belongs, deep in the dark recesses of our fortitude. i try to keep her at bay, poor insane Bella, doesn't know what she needs. Doesn't know what's best for us. I will make everything okay for her. Cause one day, she will be atop the world, in her rightful throne beside the Dark Lord, within me.

All will be right.

All will be okay.

Because, really, who is the sane one here?

*Cackles*