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Note: As stated earlier, I changed the order and age of the Black sisters. Andromeda is the oldest. She is seven years older than Bellatrix and ten years older than Narcissa. Narcissa is in the same year as Lily, the Marauders, and Snape. Bellatrix is in the same year as Rodulphus Lestrange, Dolohov, and Lucius Malfoy.

AND NOW...... much requested: Bellatrix Black Lestrange. Enjoy!!!!!!

Bellatrix Lestrange (nee Black)'s Greatest Secrets

She was the middle child in her family. She was the loner, the one who had no prospects, no pampered childhood, no…anything, really. Andromeda was her mother's favorite, the eldest, the most sophisticated. Narcissa was her father's favorite, the youngest and the one in need of protection. And she….she was the middle child. Andy was the eldest, Cissy was the pretty one, the youngest and she……she was Bella, the dark one. The one who was too headstrong, too willful, too much like her father and too little like her beautiful and complacent mother. So she hardened as a way to survive. Because she wanted to be a woman known for herself and not for who she married. Because that was all there was for a pureblood….or at least for a Black girl, marriage and Bella knew that she could never fall in love.

So, when she went to Hogwarts, she went without any problems. She was never attached to her parents or even to her sisters. Andy was too old to be bothered and Cissy was still a baby, still to innocent and naïve to be a true friend to a woman on the rise. But at Hogwarts, things changed. For the first time, Bella felt powerful, in control. She had friends, of course in Slytherin, especially at that time, you never truly have friends, only alliances, but she had friends she could count on, friends who were as powerful as she was, friends who wanted the same things as she did, the children of prominent pure blood families, friends who would eventually become allies. And, by that time, that was all Bella really cared about, power.

There was a time, when she was really little, that she used to history books about the olden times and the royal lines of wizards who ruled over their secret world, a time before the ministry and before foolish regulations on muggle hunting and magic, a glorious past, even before Hogwarts. A part of her wanted to go back to that time, to organize the society in that way again. And she wanted to be Queen. She was already her family's little princess. She was already close to her powerful cousin, Sirius. She would be Queen and, when she was little, she used to imagine herself surrounded by gold and silks, a crown on her head. She imagined that she could control everyone and anyone, their thoughts, their actions, even the words that came out of their mouths. And she would never be looked down upon as the ugly middle daughter with little prospect for marriage again.

Her heart, or what was left of it, broke when Andromeda left. She was only twelve years old and she loved Andy, despite the fact that Andy never had time for her, still treated her like a baby. Andy was her sister, and she loved her. But when she found out that Andromeda had disgraced the family name and married a mudblood, she vowed that she would kill him, this disgrace who had taken her sister from her. She vowed she'd kill him and any children this marriage produced and she would bring Andy back and lock her in her chamber and force her to love her. She would see to it that Andy was never happy because Andy broke her heart. But a small part of her was happy. Now she was the eldest daughter and she, not Andy, was the Princess of the family. Bella's heart broke, so she turned to Sirius and he broke her heart as well.

She was in her fifth year… Sirius was in his second, when she discovered that Remus Lupin was a werewolf. She'd gone for a walk late at night when she saw him transform, when she saw everything. She remembered her glee as she ran to tell Sirius. She thought that if she could split up their little friendship, then maybe she could claim both Sirius and Lupin and have them accept her as their mentor and have them allow her to help them in the future. So she pulled Sirius into a corner the next day and told him, her eyes flashing. And she will never forget his response. He had yanked his arm out of hers and looked at her with disgust and told her that he knew. He'd always known. But Lupin was his friend and she'd better as hell stay away from him and never hurt him. She was shocked and called after him. But when he turned around, it wasn't to say he was sorry, it was to say that she disgusted him, her and her whole family. So she jinxed him and ran out of there. That was the first time she'd cried for her family, cried for what she'd lost. And that was the last. Her heart hardened after that, and she didn't think she could ever love again.

But, despite all that, despite everything and against her better judgment, she began to fall for a man and not just any man, but the most prominent member of her group, Lucius Malfoy. Maybe it was his smile, the fact that he treated her the same way he treated anyone of his male friends. Maybe it was his aura of undeniable power. But she fell in love with him. She wanted to marry him and she imagined herself, beautiful in a gown of white lace, on his arm at their wedding. She imagined, with pride, being able to introduce herself as Mrs. Bellatrix Malfoy, Lucius Malfoy's wife. He'd keep her safe, she knew. He'd give her the kingdom she desired. He would treat her like a queen. But slowly, what was left of her heart began to break one last time. She saw Lucius gaze over at Cissy longingly, her Cissy, her foolish, naïve little sister. She saw him ask her to Hogsmead and talk to her lovingly, his head bent to listen to her comments. She saw him with her and even she could not deny that they made the perfect couple. But the final straw came when he showed Bella a silver ring and asked her for her blessing. Lucius was going to marry Narcissa. And Bella, she was once again the ugly, unwanted middle daughter. So when Rodulphus Lestrange asked her to marry him, she said yes. So glad that at least he wanted her and would give her the freedom to make her kingdom. She didn't need a husband. All she needed was power.

So, when Voldemort asked her to join him, despite her better judgment, she began falling for him too. Maybe for the same reasons that she loved Lucius. But she knew, it was because he would give her the kingdom she'd always wanted. It was because, if she was loyal, she would be Queen, just as she'd always dreamed she would be. He would make the world the way she wanted it to be. So when she found out that he was a half blood, she didn't care. She was too far in, to deep, too much in love to care. Because she was loyal to him, and the Dark Lord always repaid those who are loyal and serve faithfully. Because the Dark Lord is just and fair and because he owned her now. She was no longer just Bella. He'd taken her heart, and by doing so, taken what little conscience she had.

She knew Lily Potter and there wasn't one person in the world she hated more. Lily was the bane of her existence. Lily was everything she wasn't and everything she wanted to be. Lily was beautiful and warm and kind, like the flower she was named for. Lily shined and drew every eye to her. And Bella was jealous that all her status and sophistication couldn't compare with this mudblood. And Lily was powerful, the most powerful witch in her year. She could rival Bella in power. And again, Bella was jealous, more jealous than she'd ever been of anyone else. Lily was the reason that Sirius had changed so much. Lily had everything and she……she, the great and powerful Bellatrix Black would, as always, have nothing. Because of all the people in the world, Lily was the one who made her feel once more like the worthless middle daughter. So, at every turn, she jinxed, hexed, attacked Lily. And the first time she noticed Severus Snape was when he stood up for his best friend and she vowed never to trust him again.

Going to Azkaban for her lord was easy. So was torturing Frank and Alice Longbottom. All they could think of was their son and it was pathetic. She laughed while she tortured them. Because she liked it. It was her release. Let them feel pain, she always thought. Let them feel it. This is how I feel all the time. Let them see. And it gave her power, more power than she'd ever dreamed of. It gave her power over life itself. It gave her everything she'd never had as the unwanted daughter. It was beauty, music to her ears to hear them scream, beg, plead. This…..this was what gave her pleasure now. This was what made her smile and she loved it, every second of it. So going to Azkaban for it was nothing to her. But Azkaban……in Azkaban she saw her lord dead at the feet of Lily Potter, she saw Sirius's face when he told her he hated her, she saw Lucius kissing Narcissa and holding their child and telling her that he loved her. She saw Andy, holding her baby. And she was happy. Cissy was happy. And she….like always, was in the middle, the forgotten daughter.

The last war was her ecstasy. She could do anything, everything. And she was Queen. She was no longer the forgotten daughter, she was Queen. She was powerful. She'd achieved everything she'd dreamed of. And she remembered with pleasure the look on Sirius's face when she killed him. So, during the last battle, she was happy, truly happy. She had power. Her face struck fear into the hearts of her enemies and she was happy. She killed Fred Weasley and saw him fall. She laughed when Colin Creevy died. And most of all, she saw her niece running towards her fallen husband, Remus Lupin. The werewolf who'd defied them was dead and her niece, the wicked daughter of Andy and a mudblood was entirely in her power. And she laughed when she killed Nymphadora. She'd fulfilled her vow. Andy's family…..Andy's husband, child, and son-in-law were dead. And now, Andy would never smile again. And she would know that Bella had taken it all from her. So when she was dueling Ginny, she laughed. Once again, there was a pure little girl, entirely at her mercy. But when Molly Weasley stepped in for her daughter, her eyes blazing, it was like being confronted by the ghosts of her past. It was like dueling Sirius, Andromeda, and Lily all at the same time. It was as if every cruel deed, every heartbreak, every cruel remark and every curse had caught up with her. And finally, finally, Bellatrix Black Lestrange was forced to face her past.

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