Miracles Of Healing And Restoration
"The wind blew through the valley, carried away the clouds;
The stars seem so much brighter this night.
Orion's' belt is shining, the Big Dipper's upside down;
Over us it's pouring out its light.
You slip your arms around me, draw me to your side;
The full moon shines down so clear.
Is that music in the distance?
For a moment of time, there is nowhere else
But here."
Bella's recovery had taken over eight weeks. The Dark Dwellers had rescued her from Azkaban and brought her to the estate at the end of September, and it was now early December. William was growing concerned as the girls would be home for the Christmas holiday soon, and he dreaded having a crazy woman locked on the third floor while they were home. Astoria would be the first to discover her, with her acute sense of curiosity. She had a great love for exploration, and therefore knew the house and its secrets much better than Daphne did, and perhaps even more than he himself. William feared he may have to move Bellatrix out of the house if she was not recovered by the time the girls arrived; he didn't feel safe using concealment and silencing charms on the room where she was kept…it might work with Daphne, especially now that she had Mr. Longbottom to distract her and would no doubt be spending a considerable amount of time with him. But if Astoria found a locked door, or a "missing" room, she would hound him with relentless persistence until she found out why. Astoria always found out what she set her mind on discovering. It made birthday or Christmas shopping for her very difficult.
William had informed Andromeda about her sister's rescue and arrival at the house the day after Bellatrix was safely there. Andromeda had expressed her happiness, and had left him alone when he promised to keep her informed. That lasted all of a week. Now Andromeda was contacting him on an almost daily basis asking how Bellatrix was, how he was, and how soon she could come over to see the two of them. Will could understand her concern, and also her desire to see her sister after so many years, but he needed to wait until Bella's mind was sound again. Otherwise, he feared a potential setback should the sisters meet if Bellatrix was not yet healed of her madness.
William never once doubted that the healing of Bellatrix' mind would happen. After all, the Lady had said it would, and he had absolute trust in the Lady. She was one of the most powerful enchantresses England had ever seen, and honest to a fault. She was also the mother of the Greengrass line, which she protected with a ferocity that was often downright bloodthirsty. She would do anything to protect her family, and the Lady had said that Bellatrix was important to the Greengrass family.
The Lady was right: Bellatrix' mind was healed. But the path to that healing had not been a pleasant one. William was forced to endure the ranting and raving of Bellatrix the vast majority of the weeks that followed her rescue from Azkaban. While she seemed to recognize him at times, swearing and cursing at him for leaving her to the mercy of her father and Lestrange, most of it was incoherent rage, along with ratings both for and against the Dark Lord…as well as choice comments about various family members. If it hadn't been so horrible seeing what his love had become, the rantings about her family would have been rather humorous. As it was, however, Will could find not humor in any of it.
William was thankful he had been able to find a healer willing to work with him; it had not been easy…
(Flashback)
While Andromeda was still staying at Greengrass Manor, and while Will had been contemplating the details regarding a rescue of Bellatrix, he had reached out to a few healers to help him with Bella once she had been freed. For obvious reasons, he had not mentioned her name, nor did he go into detail regarding the circumstances, simply stating that it was for a family member who was having mental issues and he was looking for a healer who would be willing to come and stay at the house to help with a cure.
Most of the healers had very successful practices and could not afford the time necessary for such a situation. But after a few days of searching, he met with a healer that had been recommended by one of the others who had turned him down. Healer Kingsbury was a somewhat short, balding, and slightly out of shape man in his mid-fifties. He was an expert in his field—magical damage to the mind—but due to a misunderstanding with a rather powerful family, his practice had been ruined and he was left almost destitute, forced to pick up any minor jobs that happened to come his way. His friends often referred cases to him as their way of helping. Which was why he was now sitting in the Leaky Cauldron at two in the afternoon talking to William Greengrass.
"An old friend of yours referred me to you, Healer," William said taking a sip of his firewhiskey. "I need your help on a rather delicate situation regarding a family member's state of mind." The lie about who needed help rolled off William's tongue without any hesitation, and he felt like that should bother him. But it didn't. He'd do anything to save Bella.
"What is the state of the patient's condition?" Kingsbury asked.
"Quite mad, I'm afraid." William took another swig of whiskey. "Of course, I'm no healer, so I could be wrong. That's the way her condition seems to me."
"What specific details can you give me?" Kingsbury reached into his robes and removed a quill and a small piece of parchment, looking at William and waiting for him to reply.
Will shot a casual yet glanced surreptitious glance around the pub. "I'd rather not go into it here. Too many ears for my comfort. You know how people would love to blackmail one of the Old Houses if they could."
Kingsbury narrowed his eyes. Something felt off. He couldn't put his finger on it, but a feeling of unease crept into his brain. "I'm not certain I can take the case without more specific information, Lord Greengrass."
"If you will be good enough to come to Greengrass Manor tomorrow morning about Ten we can discuss the details at our leisure. I merely wanted to approach you with my offer this evening."
The two men stared at one another in silence for a few moments before Kingsbury asked, "What is the offer?"
"I would like you to come stay at my house and help to cure this…relative who has fallen to insanity." It wasn't really a lie calling Bellatrix a relative…they were second cousins, after all. "I will pay you a flat rate of 30 galleons per day, provide room and board for the time you spend at my house, as well as any materials you may need for potions."
The unease in Kingsbury's mind increased. "That a very generous offer, Lord Greengrass." Too generous.
William shrugged. "As I said, it's an important family matter. And private. Will you come by the house tomorrow?"
He shouldn't, he told himself. But he desperately needed the money. Ignoring the feeling of unease, Kingsbury nodded. "Very well, I will be there at Ten. Good night, sir." Healer Kingsbury stood and exited the pub. As he walked down the street, he went over the discussion in his mind. Would he be walking into a trap tomorrow morning? The Greengrasses were said to be neutral, but many also said they were dark. They craved privacy, and liked to stay out of the public eye as much as possible. William had put up privacy charms around them as they sat at the pub. So what could be so important as to demand total privacy and secrecy? Kingsbury shook his head and sighed. He would find out in the morning.
The next day at Ten sharp, Kingsbury aparated to the Greengrass estate and was passed through the wards. A house elf met him at the door and escorted him to the study. William was seated at his desk writing something on a piece of parchment when Kingsbury was shown in. William stood and extended his hand. "Healer Kingsbury, thank you so much for coming. Please, sit." He indicated a chair in front of the desk as he moved back to his own chair. "Would you like anything to drink?"
"Just water, please," the healer said as he sat down across from William.
"Lizzy, please bring some water for healer Kingsbury. And my morning tea, if you please."
Lizzy bobbed her head and hurried away. Kingsbury thought the elf seemed extra nervous. Glancing at William, he noticed the bags under the man's eyes, and the look of exhaustion and worry that seemed to be etched into his face. He frowned as he recalled the previous afternoon and realized that William had not looked so haggard then. So something significant must have happened since yesterday.
William also seemed to be a bit anxious. "Let's get down to business. Have you come to a decision regarding my offer?"
"Yes, Lord Greengrass. I have decided to accept it, tentatively, provided you can answer a couple questions. What exactly will be required of me?"
William rubbed his eyes. "You will be required to stay here tending to my…relative for as long as is necessary, or until I give you leave to depart." He glanced at the man. "You will also be required to give a magical vow that you will not ever tell anyone what you see here, especially regarding the identity of your patient."
Kingsbury's eyes widened. "A magical vow? What on earth for? Are you holding someone here against their will? I won't be a part of anything l illegal!"
A smile tugged at the corners of Will's mouth. "The legality may indeed be somewhat questionable, I fear. But I assure you that I am not holding anyone prisoner here. I am upping my offer to fifty galleons per day. And should there be any issues regarding the legality of the situation, I will see to it that you will be held innocent of any charges, letting the blame fall solely upon myself."
William reached his hand across the desk to the healer. "Do we have a deal, healer Kingsbury?"
Kingsbury had been right…something was off. All his thoughts of the darkness of the Greengrass family came back to him. Should he run? Was he going to be killed when this was all over so there would be no witnesses?
Out of nowhere, the hair on the back of Kingsbury's neck rose. He felt like he was being watched, and not just by William. He heard the voices of the house elves from the kitchen and knew it wasn't them either. Kingsbury cast a nervous yet discrete look around the study and saw nothing. Yet the feeling of invisible eyes on him increased. He swallowed hard around the lump of unease in his throat. He had a strong urge to get up and bolt from the room.
Yet, he needed the money being offered to him by Lord Greengrass. Needed it badly. With a resigned sigh, and ignoring the unease that still swirled in his brain, he leaned forward and shook William's outstretched hand. "Yes, Lord Greengrass. We have a deal."
After administering the vow, William led the healer upstairs into Bella's room, happy to see that she was still sleeping. Kingsbury's eyes fell on her, and he froze. A look of horror and revulsion covered his face. "That—that's Bellatrix Lestrange!" He exclaimed. "She's supposed to be in Azkaban! She was sentenced to life! How can she be here?"
"This is why I needed you to take the vow. It was for your protection as well as mine and hers." William sighed and rubbed his eyes again. "There are reasons she is here, perfectly valid reasons, reasons I cannot even now go into with you, as they have to do with the family magic of the Greengrasses. But one reason I can tell you is that I love her, with all of my heart." His voice was low, and the look in his eyes as he gazed at the woman lying on the bed told Kingsbury all he needed to know. He himself had once known that kind of love.
He sighed. Setting his bag down on the small table beside the bed, he rolled the sleeves of his robe up. "Fine. Let's get started then."
(End flashback)
Kingsbury had stayed for two days after Bellatrix had come out of her insanity. He used a variety of tests and diagnostic spells to determine as well as he could if she was truly cured, or if it was perhaps only temporary. When he felt comfortable with pronouncing her sane, he took his leave. He had gotten to know William Greengrass over the weeks he had been at the house, and he no longer thought William was going to kill him. He had seen that William Greengrass was a man of his word. And he had seen the love William had for Bellatrix Lestrange. And his conclusion was that while the Greengrasses were not a family to be trifled with, they were not dark.
Bellatrix Lestrange herself had seemed very different from the woman the Ministry portrayed her as, causing Kingsbury to wonder what else the Ministry concealed from the public. He had no doubt that she had done horrible things: the woman she was when he first arrived-ranting, raving, screaming, threatening, cursing—was capable of having done what she was accused of. But that was a far cry from the woman who had slowly emerged over the weeks he spent observing her. He only hoped she would stay this way, and that he had not made a horrible mistake.
William saw the healer to the door. "Thank you for everything you did, healer Kingsbury. You've no idea how much it means to us. We are in your debt."
Kingsbury paused a moment, his hand on the doorknob. He turned to William, face scrunched in thought. "To be honest, Lord Greengrass, I had very little to do with what happened. It's quite extraordinary. I've never seen anything like it. Ms. Lestrange's mental and emotional instability was well known to magical society even before she was incarcerated, and any length of time spent in Azkaban would normally make a person's sanity irredeemable, especially one so far gone to begin with."
He paused again. "No, it wasn't anything I did. But I do think I know what it was."
"What?" William asked, frowning in confusion.
Kingsbury looked him in the eye and smiled. "I believe it was love. Your love for Ms. Lestrange…and her love for you. Love is very powerful, and much stronger than hate. Your love reached into her mind and gave her something to focus on, to hold on to like a lifeline. And that pulled her back to sanity." He shook his head. "No, it wasn't me or anything I did," he repeated.
William pondered the healer's words for a moment. "Well, at any rate, sir, you certainly earned your pay." He handed a small bag filled with galleons to Kingsbury who made no move to accept it.
"Truly, Lord Greengrass, I did nothing more than act as a consultant and use some diagnostic spells. I don't feel as though I should accept your money, sir."
"But this was the amount we agreed on," William replied, frowning again. "Call it a consulting fee, if you'd like, but please take it."
Kingsbury scowled. "Is this an attempt to bribe me? Keep me quiet about the fact that an escaped criminal is holed up at Greengrass Manor? I am bound by the Healer's Code to not share any patient's personal information with outside parties. And besides that, I took a vow, if you recall, to not divulge what I saw here. I will not break that vow!"
"Please, healer Kingsbury," William replied. "If nothing else, you were inconvenienced by being stuck here for over two months. Please accept it with my thanks."
Kingsbury sighed, and took the offered galleons. Placing the bag into a pocket in his robes, he nodded to William. "Thank you, Lord Greengrass. I am glad the situation turned out as well as it has. And please accept my best wishes for you and Ms. Lestrange. That relationship was…most unexpected. Goodbye, sir." He gave William a slight bow and left the house.
William returned to Bella's room. She had fallen back asleep, curled up on her side facing away from him. so he sat down in the chair beside her bed and picked up his book. Every once in a while he would look over at her, still unable to believe that she was here, in his house with him, and restored to sanity.
Bellatrix was wearing one of Mary's nightgowns. Lizzy had been attending to all of Bella's personal needs since the night she arrived; giving her sponge baths, changing her clothes as needed. At first Lizzy had only been able to do anything when Bella was asleep because she would thrash and scream and curse at anyone and everything, and was often under full body bind charms to keep her from hurting herself and those around her. But as time passed she grew calmer, until over the last two days after coming out of her madness fully, Bella had been grateful in accepting Lizzy's help. Will took this as a positive sign for the future, given the usual contempt that many pureblood families had for their house elves.
Bellatrix was gaunt and pale, and her hair was dull and flat. He remembered how beautiful and silky it had been before, falling in curls almost to her waist, and how he loved to run his fingers through it. She looked so fragile and helpless lying there, and he missed the vibrant passion she used to possess. He shook his head. One day at a time, Will, he told himself.
Besides, she was still beautiful to him, even now. So beautiful.
Bella stirred in her sleep. A slight whimper escaped her, and she rolled to her other side so that she was now facing him. Her eyes opened slowly. She blinked, and then her eyes found his. A shy smile spread across her face.
"Hi," she whispered.
William knelt beside the bed and brushed a stray lock of her hair back from her eyes. "Good morning, my love. Did you sleep well?"
She nodded. The two stared at one another in silence for several moments. "Is this a dream, Will?" Bellatrix asked, still whispering. She reached her hand out and cupped his cheek. "Am I really here with you? I'm afraid I'm still back in Azkaban and this is all some wonderful dream." Then she frowned. "Although, you never have wonderful dreams in Azkaban…just nightmares."
Will placed his hand on hers. "It's no dream, sweetheart. You're here. I promise. You're never going back to that hellish prison; I swear that to you on my life."
"I hope it never comes to that," she whispered. "We're finally together again…I don't want to lose you unless I die, too."He leaned down and kissed her.
When he sat back up, she propped herself up on the pillows. Will reached out and took her hand, caressing the back of it with his thumb. Bellatrix couldn't keep a smile off her face.
"Sweetheart, do you think you'd be up to having some company? Andromeda very much wishes to visit you."
Bella had been looking at Will, but when he mentioned Andromeda, she grew pale and looked down at their joined hands. "Andi must hate me," she whimpered. "All the appalling things I did, all the dreadful names I called her and her husband."
Will settled onto the bed beside her and took her in his arms. "Oh, darling, she doesn't hate you. She's been messaging me almost every day for the last five weeks. In fact, it was she who first pushed me to free you from Azkaban."
Bellatrix looked up. "She—she did?" She sounded shocked.
William nodded. "I understand if you're not quite ready to see her today, but will you please think it over? She misses you badly."
Bellatrix looked away, out the window. "Andi misses me," she whispered more to herself than him. Will could tell she didn't understand why Andromeda would miss her and want to see her after the way she'd acted.
"Yes, she does." Bellatrix looked back at him. "And she loves you, Bella."
Bella's eyes filled with tears. "Why?!" She whispered. "How? Oh Will, you…you don't know the vile way I treated her."
Will pulled her against him again, and she hid her face against his chest, letting the tears fall. "Andromeda is an amazingly kind women, Bella. After…my wife died, I wandered into a bad place. Maybe I didn't wander quite as far as you did, but it was pretty bad. I couldn't function. Andromeda came and stayed with us for months, taking care of the girls and helping pull me back from that bad place I was in. You're her big sister. Sure, you hurt her. There's no point in trying to deny that, or pretend it didn't happen. But through it all, through all the pain and tears, she never stopped loving you, or believing that the real you was still there."
Bella's heart had lurched when Will mentioned his wife dying. She was torn between fierce jealousy towards Mary Abbot, and a deep thankfulness towards the woman for taking care of William in her stead. She was jealous that Mary had given William children instead of her, yet glad he had his daughters to love and take care of. She knew Will would never treat his daughters the way her father had treated her and her sisters. Cygnus Black only cared about money and power and connections to other powerful or rich families. William Greengrass cared about his family.
"I…I think I need just a little more time, Will," Bellatrix murmured. "Just a little. I want to be with you more, just the two of us before your daughters come home. I'll let you know when I'm ready to see Andi. But, would you—could you tell her I said hi the next time you talk to her?"
William grinned and kissed the top of her head. "It will be my pleasure, Madam."
Bella snuggled against him, closing her eyes and sighing, a peaceful smile gracing her face.
(XXX)
Tuesday, a week later, William and Bellatrix were sitting in the dining room enjoying a late breakfast, when the ward alarms went off. Bellatrix jumped up, her eyes wide and darting around. "Wh-what's that?"
"Someone is at the edge of the property, that's all."
"M-maybe it's just Andi?" Bellatrix had told William just that morning that she was ready to visit with Andromeda, much to William's delight.
"No, your sister is keyed to the wards so she can come through any time she wishes. Besides, she would most likely just floo in. And at any rate, I haven't messaged her yet today." A raven flew in through the open window and perched on the back of William's chair. It squawked and chattered at him a few times. He smiled. "It seems we have some guests. Your niece and that old relic of an Auror Alistair Moody." He opened his eyes and stood, handing the raven a coin. The bird took it in its beak, squawked once more, and flew back out the window. William stood. "I let them pass through the wards. Stay here, love. This shouldn't take but a moment."
As he exited the dining room, there was a thudding knock on the door. Lizzy answered it then turned as William came into her sight. Closing the door but not latching it, she scurried up to William.
"Master, there is Miss Tonksy and an ugly old man here asking to speaks with you." Lizzy lowered her voice and whispered to William, "I don't likes the old man. He looks mean!"
William smiled. "You are a very intelligent elf—he is mean! Thank you, Lizzy I'll speak to them. Please go and see if Mistress Bella would like anymore breakfast." Lizzy bowed and popped into the dining room.
He opened the door, smiling as he saw a nervous looking Nymphadora Tonks and a glaring Alistair Moody on the front porch. "Ahh, good afternoon, Dora, Mr. Moody. To what do I owe this unexpected pleasure?" Tonks thought William's politeness sounded sarcastic, and the smile on his face seemed almost predatory.
"William, we…some believe you may have broken Bellatrix Lestrange out of Azkaban."
He chuckled. "I assure you, dear cousin, that I have never been anywhere near Azkaban."
"Come off it, Greengrass!" Moody barked before Tonks could reply. "We know you somehow got that Lestrange bitch out of Azkaban and are hiding her here! Now it would be better for you to just hand her over before I force you to!"
William's face had gone dark at the crude term Moody had used for Bellatrix. The rage started curling in his guts. But when Moody made his threat, William laughed. "Oh please, spare us the tough guy act, Ex-Auror Moody! You have no authority anymore, unless you're under some delusion that you do simply because you're a favorite lap dog of that idiotic Headmaster! I'm quite certain it was he who sent the two of you here." He looked Moody up and down, smirking. "Besides that, you look a good bit worse for wear, old man."
"Still enough of this old man left to take you down, Greengrass!" Moody growled.
William laughed again, louder this time. "I most sincerely doubt that, you pathetic artifact of a bygone era!"
Moody made a growling noise, and Tonks quickly spoke. "Look, Will, we're not here for a fight."
Moody mumbled something under his breath. But Tonks ignored him. "Will, Bellatrix Lestrange is crazy and evil. I should know, she's my aunt. And she treated my mother and father abysmally. We're only concerned about you. Dumbledore did ask us to come and speak with you about this. He's worried for Daphne and Astoria, since they'll be home from school soon for the Holidays. If you do have Bellatrix here, please consider turning her in. I'm sure we can help you keep from being prosecuted."
Moody mumbled again, and Will smirked. "What was that, Mr. Moody? I couldn't quite make it out."
"I said I'll see you and your entire family in Azkaban before I die!"
Will glared at the old man. "My daughters will only see the inside of that vile place over my dead body."
"That can be arranged," Moody growled. Will glared at him, and both men were reaching for their wands until Tonks turned to Moody and snapped, said, "Enough!" Turning back to Will, she made her case once more. "Will, please, just think about it, won't you?"
The predatory smile returned to Dora's face, causing a shiver to run down her spine. "Please consider very carefully, both of you, the implications of the situation you find yourselves in. If, as you surmise, I did indeed arrange to break Ms. Lestrange out of Azkaban, that means I have under my command creatures powerful enough to kill Dementors. And if they can do that to Dementors…" He paused, and a wicked grin spread across his face. "Just imagine what they could do to a human. And if you are right, and I do have such creatures at my disposal…would it then be wise to get on my bad side?"
Moody's scowl deepened, and Tonks gulped as what William said sunk in.
Will looked at Nymphadora and his face softened. "You, being a blood relation and all, would probably be okay. Besides, I think too highly of your mother to have to tell her that her only child died on my lands. Your mother is a Black, after all…you know how scary they can be." He turned his face to Moody, giving the old Auror a twisted smile. "But you, Mr. Moody…you'd be dead before you took your third step. And I cannot help but think that the world might be a better place with less of your sort in it."
"Why you Deatheater-loving scum!" Moody raged, lunging at Will. But Tonks stepped between the two. "That is enough! Will you two grow up already? Men! I feel like I'm babysitting!"
Will kept his glare fixed on Moody. "If you will both excuse me, I have pressing matters I must attend to. Good day , Dora. Please give my love to your mother." He shut the door.
Moody glared at the door for a moment before turning and leaving the porch. "That bastard has her, all right," he muttered as they walked down the front lane. "I couldn't see inside the house with my eye. Some kind of blasted magic surrounding the house itself. Not regular magic, either…it's Deep Magic, family magic. Filthy Greengrasses! But she's in there, I know it. Somehow, he got her out of Azkaban and brought her here, because he knows no one can touch him on his lands. The Greengrasses have always been a dark family, even if they stay out of the actual fighting. Cowards, the lot of them! That's why they don't fight. But I know what they're really like. William's father killed one of my best friends during the last war because he trespassed onto their lands chasing some Deatheaters. He was just doing his job, and Cyrus Greengrass killed him!
"And we all know this Greengrass and Lestrange were romantically involved while they were at Hogwarts, so it makes sense that out of all people, besides the Dark Lord himself, it would be William who broke her out. And now his oldest daughter has got her hooks in the young Longbottom heir! If Albus was smart, he'd break that up in a hurry, before we lose Neville to the Dark as well. That girl is just like her father, scheming and conniving, dark through and through, like all the Greengrasses. Dark witches and wizards that should have been hunted down along with the Deatheatrs.
"The Greengrasses…they have some ace up their sleeve that keeps them safe, and makes them arrogant. Dark and powerful, that's what they are. Well, guess we should feel lucky they haven't joined the Dark Lord. But William Greengrass is a very dangerous man. Not someone to be taken lightly at all. Broke that Lestrange creature out of Azkaban, after all. Three dead Dementors. No one else I know who could do that. " Moody shook his head and glanced back at the house. "Lestrange is here, I can feel it. I want a 24 hour watch kept on this house! If I was still Head Auror I'd make a raid on the place."
Tonks sighed as Moody's rant against the Greengrass family continued unabated. Tonks did not share the old Auror's views on the Greengrasses, however. While she was concerned about the distinct possibility that Bellatrix was indeed holed up at Greengrass Manor, she didn't think that Will or Daphne—or Astoria, either, for that matter—were on the side of the Dark. William had been one of only a tiny handful of family members who had remained close to her mother after she had defied the family and married Tonks' father. Not to mention that Daphne and Astoria's mother had been an Abbot, and that Will still maintained a close friendship with his former in-laws. No, if anything the Greengrasses were…grey. They were grey, not dark. They followed their own code of ethics and honor. And they were a very honorable family.
But she still didn't know what to make of the current situation regarding Bellatrix. She felt that Moody was right, and that Bellatrix was with William. But nothing more could be done until they reported their findings to the Order at the next meeting. Reaching the wards on the estate, they crossed through and aparated away.
(To Be Continued…)
A/N: This was originally part of a chapter that was well over 10K words, so I thought I'd better break it up a bit…don't want to bore too many people. The good news about that is, the next chapter will be posted within a day, instead of a week or more. Also, let me say that for those who may read this and be sticklers for canon (nothing wrong with that at all!) and may be thinking, "Bellatrix is way out of character here!" Yes, she is. For this reason: Throw a rock into a pond, the ripples start out small but as they move outward they grow. Bellatrix was saved by William Greengrass, not Voldermort. Therefore, the timeline of this story has already diverged from the canon timeline. Things will be the same, yet different…Bellatrix will be at all the major events she was at in canon, yet her allegiance has been altered. So keep reading to find out how events will be changed….And as always, to anyone reading this, a major THANK YOU. is in order. So, THANK YOU!