Okay here's the next one, this one will hopefully be rather dramatic, it's also a bit longer than usual

Chapter twenty-six: Castor's POV

Her eyes narrowed as she growled, it was low and vicious, "Crucio!" I felt a sharp pain in my body as I fell to the ground but it was over as she stared at me her eyes wide and my eyes stared back at her just as wide. The curse didn't really hurt me… because she didn't really want to hurt me. Maybe, maybe in that sane part of her mind she did actually love me, I didn't know what it was but I felt a warm feeling spreading through my body as I stared at her in complete shock, even if she didn't love me, she didn't want to hurt me… maybe, just maybe, she cared. Was that too much to ask for, to have a mother that cared for me.

"NOW!" Harry yelled, before I could dwell anymore on the subject. I scrambled to my feet and clutched my wand just as tightly as we engaged the Death Eaters in duels. My mother was chasing after me, a loud cackle filling my ears. I was too timid to face her so I just ran, dodging her spells the best I could, there were no unforgiveable's fired, no dark magic, just simple duelling spells. She wasn't trying to kill me.

I continued to run but then I saw a handsome but hollowed face stop me with a smirk, my smirk.

"Father," I gulped, I tried to turn round but Bellatrix was slowly walking towards me, they'd cornered me.

"Come on Castor, we can talk about this! Sort it out! You wouldn't choose mudbloods and half-bloods and blood traitors over your own family would you? Your own flesh and blood? You're a pureblood from two of the noblest and purist houses," Rodolphus Lestrange said, flicking his long, black hair out of his face. I was sure that at one time he had been the apple of every girls eye but Azkaban had faded his looks, his hair had lost its shine, his teeth were mostly rotten, his cheek bones hollow and gaunt, his eyes sunken in and his skin even more pale than it had been in the pictures I'd scrapbook.

"T-They love me," I'd had all this anger, this seething anger but it was replaced with desperation and I had a feeling, the feeling scared me more than anything else I'd ever experienced, it chilled me to the core, the feeling that I might not be able to resist them. That I might… end up wanting to… to be with them.

"We love you," I hadn't expected that, especially not from her I thought as I turned my head around in a flash to face my mother, feeling the heat prickle on my skin.

"N-No… you don't… your evil… k-killers… y-you can't… n-no," I trailed off, my voice becoming inaudible as I was filled with the feeling, it was so bad I felt sick.

"But we do Castor, we do," my mother continued, her voice didn't sound bad, it wasn't filled with malice, with hate, it sounded compassioning, kind… loving… no, NO!

"NO NO NO NO NO!" I screamed, raising my wand to my father I yelled, "Stupefy." He dodged but it still gave me time to run past him as he recovered and my mum aimed at me again. I could see I was getting split off from Luna and everyone else but I was too busy trying to escape to think of that. "GO AFTER THEM! I'LL TAKE CARE OF HIM!" I heard my mother shriek as my dad changed course and headed for Ginny, Luna and Neville.

My hands slammed into the wall as I cursed, it was a dead end, I turned round to see my mother closing in on me fast.

"I won't hurt you Cas, just don't fight me," only people really close to me called me Cas. She was messing with my head and I couldn't take it as I shuddered in fear with each step closer that she got. Her hand slipped around my hand and gripped it tightly, grabbing my wand, I didn't fight, I was so scared, all my training went out the window as I stared my mother dead in the eyes. If it was anyone else, maybe even my father I would have put up a fight but there was just something about her, it paralyzed me, maybe it was the eyes… our eyes.

I could feel her breath on my ear, "You're a Black, a Black and a Lestrange and my son, act like it." I didn't have time to figure out what she meant as she hauled me away to a vast room where I found everyone had been captured as well. My father had Luna and my eyes widened as she lightly struggled against him. I shook my head, I had to save her, I tried to forget all these thoughts of loving my parents, my life was Luna, Luna and my friends and Hogwarts. Not them, never them.

"Give it to me Potter or you'll watch your friends suffer… Bellatrix," Malfoy turned to my mother with a smirk as I felt myself shudder. I couldn't watch her torture them.

"I thought you'd never ask Luscious," she giggled, "If you wouldn't mind restraining my son."

"I thought you could use him, it'd show the Dark Lord just how devoted you are… torture your own son for him, show me just how committed you are Bellatrix," I knew that it was some kind of test between them, if she meant the words she said, about love, she wouldn't do it. No matter the consequences. She wouldn't hurt her own son.

"Fine," a cold shiver jolted through me, she pressed her lips to my ear again as I began to shake, "Try not to scream boy, I don't like weakness, especially not from my own son." Not I love you or I'm sorry. No. She cared more about honour of the family. I couldn't work it out, did they love me or not? "CRUCIO!" Whatever the case I felt a sense of anger ripple through me at what I felt to be betrayal, it was soon replaced with pain though, a roaring, searing pain. Burning through my body as I screamed and writhed around on the floor, it burnt through me. I didn't know how long it lasted, seconds, minutes, hours? Either way I heard my screams and shouting and laughing and then it stopped as my screams were replaced with my heavy strained breathing. This time she'd meant it, she'd meant to hurt me, she wanted to hurt me.

"Stop I'll give it to you! Just stop!" Harry screamed as I continued to pant, I flashed a furious glare at my mother who smirked.

"Dofn't dof it 'arry," I said my speech slurred as I tried to recover. I felt a sharp slap across my face.

"SILENCE BOY!" I glared at my mother once again. It didn't have much effect though, she continued to smirk and gave a cackle which echoed off the walls as I gulped in air trying to stop the tremors from wracking my body as I tried to get over what had just happened. I'd been tortured, just like in my dream, she'd tortured me.

Harry gulped and growled, his hand reached to hand over the prophecy when I heard a voice I knew too well call out from the darkness.

"You'd hurt your own son, cousin? Are you really that cruel?" Sirius emerged with other members of the Order of the Phoenix. I noticed Tonks standing with Remus who was staring at me and her aunt in amazement and disgust.

"Ah the blood traitor finally shows does he? Your pathetic Godson was asking after you Sirius, it's a shame really, he came all this way for you. You got him into some real danger," my mother sniggered as Sirius narrowed his eyes at her.

"NOW!" Someone yelled as firefight began to ensue I crawled away as best as I could from my mother and found Tonks was battling her, she fell and I gulped as my mother let out a wild cackle. I saw Sirius's eyes flicker as he fired a spell at my mother, she countered and cackled again, the sound rang in my ears, the demonic sound.

"Are you even trying? I thought you were supposed to be one of the best duellers around Bella!" My eyes widened, he'd called her Bella, it was as though they were just children playing a game, cousins just play fighting. I noticed it as I cowered at the side lines, the smiles etched on Sirius's and my mother's face.

"I am Siri and you'll soon see why!" She danced around, it was almost beautiful, the way her feet moved in a rhythmic dance, avoiding Sirius's spells while firing ones of her own.

"I never saw it you know," Sirius said more quietly as my mother frowned, "You being the doting pureblood wife, a trophy wife… for all your faults and the ways you made me hate you… you were just… always too… too Bella. Our family, him," Sirius shot a quick glance at my father before putting his full attention back on the duel which was heating up, "Voldemort, the dark arts… they changed you… I… when I was younger you used to wind me up Bells, I thought I hated you. The Slytherin princess but I was wrong… I always loved you." I frowned, confused as to why he was saying this all now, then it dawned on me, they both knew, this fight, either way one of them wouldn't survive it. There was too much history between them, for one of them it was the end. I shuddered slightly.

"What other choice did I have Sirius? I was the oldest, there was so much resting on me but I wasn't the special heir like you, I was just a girl so I got no freedom… my only option was to marry a rich pureblood but I always wanted to show I was more… my lord that was my way," she seemed so sane as she chatted with him, it seemed like they were just catching up over a bottle of firewhiskey. No one was listening to their talk, I was the only one hearing it, everyone else was engaged in duels of their own, "my way to show that I was more than just a trophy wife, a girl. To show that I could do more and of course I fully believed in the cause, despite the crap way our family raised us all I liked being a pureblood and I hated mudbloods Sirius. So I agreed with the cause, it was just perfect, fighting for something I believed in so strongly, something that I'd believed since birth, that was in my blood and that was my core values. Mum and dad were thrilled, I'd made them proud Sirius."

"Why didn't you leave? Just escape it all like me? Forget the pressure… surely you didn't enjoy the way they used to treat us?" Sirius retorted, a hint of anger and sadness in his voice.

"It wasn't that easy for me, you had friends who'd shown a different life Sirius, Potter, Lupin… you had friends who would stand by you, you were a Gryffindor so that showed you a way out. You'd rebelled and gained a new family… all I had was a bunch of people who were going to become Death Eaters like me and our family, no friends to take me in… nothing."

"But Andy did it too… I-," Sirius continued to protest, there was something desperate in his voice, something begging.

"Andy had Ted, she's different from me, you two didn't like being purebloods, nor did you believe the supremacy stuff. I liked being a pureblood Sirius, I believed in the blood supremacy so strongly. I couldn't love mudbloods and I couldn't leave the family even if they treated us badly because I'd lose being a pureblood, so I'd lose my favourite thing in the world and I'd forget my beliefs. I couldn't do that," she snarled at him.

"So you torture and kill people for your beliefs, even you weren't that wicked Bells, no matter how strongly you believed it, the Bells I used to know and love wouldn't have done it. You keep on using the past tense… a cause that you used to believe in, you couldn't leave the family but you could now, is that it?" My heart was in my throat, had she changed, did she really want to be good and no longer a Death Eater?

"A slip of the tongue," she snarled back, dancing closer to him.

"I'm not so sure," he said but her eyes narrowed as I sighed, "Not even for your son? For a chance at real romance and love with someone else?" My heart was beating in my chest.

"It doesn't matter, I can't have either of those things anymore, I've made my choices and I have to live with them… I don't regret my choice to be a Death Eater Sirius even if you think I do."

"Even though you think you can't you owe it to him, it doesn't matter about you being a Death Eater or anything, you owe it to Castor to love him, like I know you do," Sirius whispered.

"I… I can't…," she replied.

"Then I'm sorry Bellatrix that I could never save you." Bellatrix smiled, "I didn't and I don't need saving." He shrugged as she fired her last spell, it wasn't an unforgiveable but Sirius began to fall, backwards, through a veil. I was sure he'd come out the other side but he didn't I heard Harry screaming something as Remus held him back. "Goodbye cousin Toujours Pur," I heard Sirius say as he faded away forever. Only I noticed the slight tear fall from my mother's face as she saw him die, she remembered herself quickly though and cackled. The cackle that would forever haunt me. My uncle was gone but I wasn't angry, I didn't want vengeance, I felt numb. Harry however didn't feel the same. She glanced at me, only for a second but I saw the look in her eyes, the look I couldn't describe, the look that made me melt. Then she was gone, cackling.

Okay hope you liked it! I've worked all day on it, hope you don't mind it being a bit long but I really wanted to finish it in one chapter okay thanks! Please review and tell me what you think