Chapter Three: I Will Forget You
You don't care about how I feel
I don't feel there anymore
I don't sleep, anymore
I don't eat, anymore
I don't live, anymore
I don't feel.
-System Of A Down "ATWA"
I didn't come back for revenge, no, never for revenge. As much as that bitch Bellatrix probably deserved whatever was coming to her, I'll leave it in the hands of the living, her fate.
"Where is it?!" she screeched hysterically, her hair was a mess more than usual, it suited her manic personality. I laughed, a deranged laugh, stupid bitch thinks she can scare me? I think at that moment in time I looked just as mad as she was.
"Calm yourself Lestrange" he scolded her but only did so half-heartedly, she refused to listen as another session of pain began.
"Crucio!"
It was curse after curse until I felt as if my body couldn't handle anymore and would shut down from exhaustion.
"Where is it!?!!" she asked again, but she sounded more desperate this time. I smirked at her with half-closed eyelids looking as I if was been drunk, I spat at her and told her to go fuck herself
I didn't die there. In fact I couldn't be more far away from the Malfoy manor. The last thing I saw wasn't the twisted face of madness that belonged to Lestrange. I died watching the tears fall from a blue-eyed "Weasley". I didn't know why she cried, we've never said anything to each other if it wasn't "Pass the salt" at the Weasley's for dinner.
Sometimes it made me wish I died at the Malfoy manor. Sometimes I wished that she never existed in the first place.
Sometimes I was glad I had died….
Goddamn you Delacour.