A/N: Taken from my only review from this story; it is indeed Movie verse, but this last chapter is my own imagination, don't think it's too dark and gruesome, I know the last chapter was practically the script, so I binned doing the last few movies and skipped ahead. I'm also trying to make Voldemort a little more realistic.

Hope you guys enjoy it

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Bellatrix Lestrange looked out across the black sea, she watched her life flash past her eyes, torturing the famous mudblood. Battling Molly Weasley and losing to that blood traitor.

The sea around her began to froth and foam, it boiled as her anger did, mimicking her, it was only as the tide start to wash up the barren little island she was stranded on did Bellatrix force herself to calm down, the water burnt her as she found out when she first came to the … paradise isle.

She was dead.

That was all there was to it, her body shattered, her soul tattered she'd ended in what she presumed to be limbo…or hell. She was alone, no Rodolphus, no family. Completely alone.

What hurt most was, no Tom. Maybe he survived, she smiled to herself, but she felt the happiness fade, her soul told her he'd died as well.

Bellatrix had no idea how long she spent in purgatory, it was constantly night, the only light from her hut which was lit by magic, food appeared for her, but it was basic, like Azkaban all over again.

When she woke one day, she found the black sea gone, the volcanic sand, the shanty hut, the gruel all gone. She was stood in a harsh white light, the room basic, one plastic chair and horrible black and white tiling on three of the wall and the floor. The last wall was a pane of glass and from there she watched the rest of the Death Eaters.

Her room viewed another room, a faceless crowd surrounded a raised block set in the centre, she watched her husband ascend the steps and from behind a pane of glass she saw an executioner in white robes kill him, for Bellatrix there was only a small amount of unhappiness; he was a commodity, like a pet she'd grown fond of.

It was only when she saw 18 year old Tom Riddle step up to the execution block that she realised, this was now her hell. Her fate decided, she was to watch the ones she loved die.

Tom Riddle, accepted his fate, he played to the faceless crowd, he caught sight of Bella slamming her hands against the barrier to try and save him, talk to him, feel him. He smiled, she looked so much younger, carefree, her wild black hair not unruly but beautiful, there was no gauntness in her features, she was young and gorgeous, just like the day she left him.

He scowled, turned away, facing the executioner, it was only when he heard the glass break Tom turned to see Bellatrix hurtling and pushing through the crowd.

She fell to her knees beside Tom, she turned to the faceless executioner. It morphed into, as though he'd taken a polyjuice potion with more than one hair, until it settled on her mother's face, it was her husband's wand that raised to Tom's chest and it was the Black crest emblazoned across the robes that billowed out.

Bellatrix turned to face Riddle once more and mouthed 'I Love you' as the killing curse hit; he slumped to the floor; the crowd faded and Bellatrix Black sobbed over the loss of her one true love.

Staring again at the executioner, the only one that remained, his face shifted again, but this time it became Voldemort. Though his body remained on the floor, the faceless killer was her love. It was then that Bella Black realised she'd died for love, for love of a man that never really loved her.

A/N: Totally toyed with this ending, I just couldn't get it right; I thought about adding dialogue to this one but it just didn't fit, Voldemort patronising her even further. Anyway. Please please review!