A/N: Hey guys! I just got the idea for this, and I decided to go with it. It is violent (we are talking about Bellatrix, after all) but not graphic. It is just a one-shot and is definitely played up for laughs. Sorry about the editing issues that we had before; hopefully, they are all worked out now! Let me know what you think!

"Hello, cuz,"

I stop mid-walk and go completely still. I haven't heard that voice, much less those words, in years. It couldn't possibly be…

"You know, it's rude to ignore someone, Trixi."

Oh, how I hated that nickname when we were children! Even hearing it now awakes in me some animalistic rage that makes me want to murder someone. When I still don't move, though, my tormented moves into view.

Killing Sirius Black was one of the best things that I have ever done. The feeling of finally seeing the light leave the eyes of my estranged cousin was absolutely exhilarating. Never, in a million years, would I have thought that I would see him again. Yet…

"Come on, Trixi, I know you can see me!" He looks a few years younger and much healthier than he did when I killed him, but there is no mistaking that face. There is no mistaking that transparent smile.

Sirius Black is back from the dead.

Quicker than lightning, my wand is out.

"You!" I shriek, sending a killing curse at him once again.

"Miss me?" Sirius chuckles and watches in interest as a second killing curse goes through his heart.

"YOU SHOULD DIE AND STAY DEAD!" I holler, abandoning spells and leaping forward in an attempt to strangle him with my bare hands.

Much to my displeasure, my hands are unable to grasp his neck and instead feel as if they were plunged into a bucket of cold water. I growl as Sirius starts to laugh harder.

"What's wrong, Trixi? It looks like you can't kill me."

I jerk around to face him, my hair a wild mess around my face, a murderous glint in my eyes.

"I DID kill you!" I yell it so loudly that the pictures on the wall around us shake.

"My mistake," Sirius says, tears of mirth running down the sides of his face. "You can't kill me twice."

"I can, and I will!" I screech, sending three more killing spells at him.

"Looks like you can't." He says calmly as my spells fly through him, blasting the stone wall behind him.

"I CAN!" I scream, "I CAN, I CAN, I CAN!"

My yells have attracted a small group of onlookers, and to my abhorrence, all of them are laughing at me too. Mocking me.

No one mocks me.

All at once, I send a deluge of spells at all of them, killing my fellow Death Eaters in moments. It is much to easy, much too enjoyable.

I am so overcome with rage that I don't even realize my mistake until it is much too late. My wand falls to the ground in shock as I gaze around me.

Ten Death Eaters are dead, but that is not the worst of the damage.

Slowly, hardly believing my eyes, I walk over to the doorway. I kneel down next to a lone figure and flip over what is now just a corpse.

I gasp and back away, tears of pain and rage clouding my vision.

I killed the Dark Lord.

I, his most trusted servant, killed him! How could I have lost control like that? How could I have been so stupid?

"Ah," A voice says, calling me out of my misery. "What a shame he got such a painless death. Old Snake Face deserved so much worse."

I jump to my feet and turn to face my cousin once more, rage building inside of me once more.

He wears a wide smile as though he himself just killed the greatest wizard of the century, and, in a way, he did. I can't stand him, can't stand his face, can't stand him seeing my pain.

At that moment, I want to make him feel even a hint of the horror that is arising inside of me. I point my want at him one last time and say the spell which jumps so readily to my lips.

"Avada Kedavea."

This time, my spell pulses with a violence that not even the Dark Lord would have been able to achieve. This time, when my spell hits him, he bursts into a million pieces.

Before I am able to do much more than acknowledge this fact, my spell hits off of a mirror that was behind him and refracts back towards me.

I let it hit me.

I have nothing left here.

However, death is not instant, as it should be. Instead, it takes a moment.

For a second, in between living and dying, I can see Sirius reforming, not dead. My spell merely scattered him but did not banish him from the earth as I had wished.

I can hear his voice, his childish brawl, and his words are the last things I ever know.

"Kill me once, jokes on you, kill me twice, jokes on me."