You should have known the price of evil

And it hurts to know that you belong here, yeah

No one to call, everybody to fear

Your tragic fate is looking so clear, yeah

It's your fucking nightmare!

With just a few short days before Hermione was due to leave for Hogwarts, Bella realised she was going to be very lonely at Black Manor. Sure she had Crookshanks to keep her company, but he enjoyed chasing gnomes and catching pixies in the garden. Bella decided to have a deep discussion about the future with her lover, even if it were going to be the final chance she got to be with her beloved.

"Miney?" she whispered as she slowly crept into the room. She had been up all night reading, and had found some rather insightful information regarding Muggle transport, in particular, aeroplanes.

"Hmmm…" Hermione groaned, slowly moving towards the lamp. Being three months pregnant meant that she was slowly but surely finding it harder and harder to move onto her stomach, so something as simple as rolling in bed was something she had to be aware about all the time. "What's up?" she said groggily looking at the clock next to her. "If you're done reading, can you come and keep me company?"

Wearily, Bella made her way to the other side of the bed and slinked under the covers. "I wonder who she will look like more," Bella said while idly stroking Hermione's belly. "I hope she is smart like you, babe; it is one of your best assets."

"Besides these?" Hermione countered, indicating her breasts; "or this?" now indicating her rear.

"Point taken."

"So why are you up so late?" Hermione asked. She was curious as to why Bella would stay up all night reading; more importantly was why wake her up in the middle of the night.

"I wanted to talk with you, and I figured you would be so crazy running around preparing for Hogwarts that you would have no time to talk to me."

Hermione yawned, and then rolled onto her side, so that she was now facing Bella. "Alright, what did you want to talk about, which couldn't wait until breakfast?"

"I wanted you ask about your parents. I think they would want to know they will be grandparents in a few months. Also, I think you have wanted to go and see them."

"I know you know how I feel about you reading my mind, Bella," Hermione stated, her right hand moving towards Bella's body, caressing it slowly, just like Bella was doing just a few moments ago. "To be honest, I would love to see my parents again. But they live in Australia, they think that they have been happily married with no children, and they are both Muggles. How exactly do I say, 'Hi there, I'm your daughter, I'm pregnant and I'm a witch!'?"

Bella pondered this for a moment. "I think that there is a way where we can get around that. Memory charms cannot make you forget information, they instead hide it; they make your memory into something which is normal, yet is also incorrect."

"So you're saying, if I go to my parents and remove the charm, they will remember me? What about the last year that they lived in Australia? Is it fair to take those memories away?"

Bella sighed and put her arm around Hermione. She didn't know how to respond, nor did she know how best to face family. Hell, she and Andromeda barely acknowledged each other's existence until a few months ago, how could she get Hermione's parents to recognise their own daughter.

"Bella, it's not like I don't want to see them again, I'm just worried that they won't want me, they have a carefree life, why do they want the burden of a daughter?" Hermione started to cry, and Bella quickly noticed.

"Shhhhh, I'm sorry for upsetting you, babe," she said as she pulled the brunette into a soft loving embrace. "If you don't want to see them, then you don't have to. But if you do, then I will be there beside you every step of the way."

As Hermione's eyes dried, she and Bella kissed each other goodnight, both knowing that whatever her decision, she would be backed no matter what.

A few days later, Hermione and Ginny set off for Hogwarts. Ron had decided to join his father in repairing the Ministry, and Tom was busy teaching, so she had nobody to talk to. As she walked around the large, empty manor, she felt so lonely, she missed Hermione, she missed Claire, she even missed her family.

"If only I had someone to talk to," she said aloud as he ate a slice of toast. Since her chat with Hermione, her appetite had dissipated. Now she was barely eating a meal. She didn't know what to do. What could she do? She started to list off things she could occupy her time with, before finding a valid reason as to why she couldn't.

"Go shopping in Diagon Alley? No, everyone will recognise you from the trial, and they still hate you."

"Clean the manor? No, it's already clean; it would be a waste of time."

She eventually decided to have a nap, something which actually made sense to her. When she was a kid, if her family didn't want to do anything, and she had nothing to do, she would sleep. She took her robe off, leaving just her undergarments on and slipped into bed, quickly falling asleep.

A strange dream occurred while she slept; she dreamed that she and Hermione were arguing, something regarding their child.

"What do you mean they expelled you?! You're a top student, so what if you're pregnant?"

"They expelled me BECAUSE I was pregnant. Because of this stupid baby, my education is ruined!"

"Hermione just calm down, please," Bella begged. "We can fix this, we can make it right."

"We?" Hermione glared at Bella, "You are the one who gave me this baby in the first place; if it wasn't for you, I would still be in school, I would be graduating next year and be able to get a top job. YOU can't even do that! Because of what YOU did all those years ago, you can't even get a job. Even if we had this baby, you couldn't support it, you wouldn't even know how!"

As Dream Hermione's anger rose, Bella saw Ginny appear. "Ginny, please can you talk to Miney; she doesn't know what she is saying."

Instantly, Ginny turned on Bella, rage clear in her eyes. "Did you see this message the teachers gave me, either I leave the school or I abort the baby!"

As Bella looked on, she felt a wave of horror wash over her as the pair looked at each other and then conjured a pair of gleaming silver knives in their hands.

"Well, all I care about is succeeding in school, nothing else matters;" Hermione said bitterly as she fondled the blade in her hands, small cuts appearing in her palms.

"I agree, after all, Harry is gone, there is nobody else I love more in this world;" Ginny said, twisting and turning her knife in her own hands, which too developed cuts on them. "Besides, at least if I do leave Hogwarts, at least I have a family that loves me."

This comment was aimed directly at Bella, and for a moment, it felt to her like someone had literally stabbed her through the heart. The pain was so intense; she collapsed to her knees, clutching her chest. "Why would you say that, I haven't done anything to you Ginny…"

"Maybe not to her, but you have done a lot of bad things to a lot of people;" a new voice said as it walked into the room.

"Longbottom?"

"You destroyed my parents' minds," he accused the pain in her chest getting ever stronger. "They have been babbling nonsense for my entire life. You could have had the kindness to kill them and end their suffering, but because of how twisted, sickeningly sadistic you are, you left them as insane parents, and forced me to be looked after my aunt." Again, another jolt through her heart. The agonising pain was causing her to stream tears down her face. "AND THEN; when you helped to save the wizarding world, you promised to help my parents, and yet I find you lounging about in your luxury home while THEY suffer!"

A third jolt made Bella cry out in pain, this kind of torture was too powerful, she couldn't even look at them, let alone protest. After a minute of excruciatingly agonising pain, it subsided, and she slowly looked up to her torturers, tears streaming down her face. "I… I'm sorry," she whispered, her voice dry from the pain. "I'm so sorry."

"Not as sorry as we are," Hermione said venomously, her rage renewing the pain Bella felt. "To think, we all took pity on you; I took pity on you, why should you be sorry? You have never been sorry in your entire life. You have never felt one moment of remorse in your entire life."

"That's not true…" she rasped, the pain clearly audible in her voice. "I regret every action that has resulted in hurting someone; even people I didn't know. I only did what I did to be part of a flawed group. I didn't do it for pleasure."

"I don't believe you." Hermione retorted, and held her free hand towards Bella. "Imperio!"

As Bella's body suddenly started to become akin to a ragdoll puppet, her thoughts pleaded with Hermonie to see reason.

"If you truly do regret what you have done, then resist me." She started to make Bella crawl towards her. "You are going to take this knife, and destroy that which you created. You will kill my baby."

Bella was absolutely mortified! She couldn't do that, she cared too much about her baby; she didn't want to kill it. No, she couldn't kill it. And yet, her body was causing her to do just that. She crawled towards Hermione, her lover, like a dog slinking to its owner. 'Please Hermione, don't make me do this!'

"Once you have done that, you will kill my child, so that we may live our lives without you." Ginny looked at the former Death Eater, and another wave of pain shot through Bella, but still she crawled on, doing exactly what she was told, she got up and took the knife from Hermione's hands.

"That's right, now kill the child," Hermione ordered, the power of the Imperius Curse taking even her protestations away from her.

"No, please, don't make me!" she tried to say, but her throat was dry, her mouth was numb. Her voice had been taken from her; and no matter how hard she fought, she couldn't stop the Curse. The tip of the blade pushed into Hermione's stomach, a small flow of blood crept out of the wound. She kept pushing, as Hermione kept pushing her on, telling her to keep pushing deeper, not to stop until she had killed it. Slowly, Bella pushed the six inch blade into her lover's stomach, and then proceeded to pull the knife across her stomach, essentially opening up her womb.

"Now, pull out the baby and kill it!" Hermione ordered, while Neville and Ginny grinned demonically. Despite her protests, Bella had to obey, for some force was preventing her from fighting against the Curse. She reached in and slowly pulled out the unborn infant. A mere three inches in length, the baby was barely formed, but it was still her baby.

"I… I can't!" Bella blurted out, dropping the knife in the process. This outburst infuriated Hermione, whose face now morphed into a much more frightful, nightmarish face.

"I order you to kill that child NOW!" it barked, and Bella felt her right hand, the one gently cradling the baby's head, slowly close. She could hear the sound of her own hand crushing the baby's skull, the eyes bulging out of their sockets, the brain like putty squelching as it was crushed.

"Please, no more;" Bella begged as she was now cutting the second baby out of Ginny; the blood on her hands becoming darker and darker, the pain in her mind becoming more and more intense.

As she cut the second child out and held it in her arms, she felt that pain in her mind once more; she couldn't fight it any longer. She placed the baby on the floor, took the knife.

And stabbed.

And stabbed.

And stabbed some more.

The moment she finished, the Curse wore off, and she saw the atrocity she had committed. She dropped the knife, and put her blood soaked hands to her face, tears streaming down it.

"Well, I guess we are finished here," Neville said as the two women, still with the massive gouges in their stomachs, turned and headed for the door.

"Oh, and you may want to clean up, murderer," Hermione quipped; "it smells of blood in here." The three cackled maniacally as they left the manor, leaving Bella to weep over her destruction.

"What have I done?" she said aloud between sobs. "How did this happen?" She glanced at the blade, still dripping with blood, and grabbed it. She cleaned it with her robe, and looked into her polished reflection. What she saw shocked her to her core.

She saw the image of an insane witch, with mad black curls and a sickening look in her eyes. The witch was holding a number, and she was cackling madly. Suddenly she looked at Bella, and spoke.

"Remember me? HAHAHAHAHAHAHAHA!"

"NOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOO !" Bella plunged the knife into her heart, in an attempt to end the pain. She did not want to be that woman anymore. She had too much in her life now to be that selfish.