THC - Challenge #1 - A character's identity is in the decision that they have made.

THC - Ravenclaw, Potions.

Note - Canon events have been altered - may not add up - for the purposes of this story.

Note - Only Pureblood is capitalised and not mudblood or half-blood (as to Bellatrix, only Purebloods deserve it in her head).

Word Count: 712

Betas: Bea Weasley, CupCakeyyy, and the mysterious Ravenclaw.

Describing Bellatrix Lestrange was an easy task for everybody; she was completely and utterly crazy. Yes, she was also evil, but her lack of mental and emotional stability caused her to be deranged. Nothing or nobody could stabilise the former Black. At least, that's what people thought.

Bellatrix snaked her way awkwardly around her master, the Dark Lord, her one and only as she whispered disturbing sweet-nothings into his ear.

"Slowly, we can rip apart every single one of his limbs. One by one," she growled seductively. "Let the blood stain the floor."

She grinned as Voldemort shoved her off, muttering about her unbalanced evilness. "First we need to find him!" he demanded, fixing his gaze on everybody that was seated at the table.

But not at Bellatrix. She was free to do whatever she wanted. A wicked laugh left her. "Where is he?" she asked, her face touching that of Lucius Malfoy's - her brother-in-law. "Weak," she whispered before another onslaught of laughter filled her throat and soon every corner of the room.

"Easy, Bellatrix," Voldemort ordered, and she backed away. Back to behind him. Back to being the invisible crazy, yet loyal, follower. Or so they thought.

Because she wasn't the loyal follower anymore, Bellatrix had discovered something - something crucial, which she hadn't known before - and decided to do the risky thing of becoming a double agent.

Who would suspect her? She lived to destroy the wizarding world and happily followed the madman into war.

Bellatrix felt an insane cackle exit her throat as she stood face-to-face with Professor Dumbledore. Snape really did pull through - that traitor.

"You wished to speak to me?"

She wanted to growl at the soft-spoken older man, but she was here for a reason. "I can give you him."

The two 'good' wizards exchanged a glance. "Him?"

One thing Bellatrix hated was beating around the bush. "He-Who-Must-Not-Be-Named, my master, the Dark Lord, You-Know-Who!" she announced with pride before adding with disgust, "Tom Riddle."

"Why?"

And here she thought they'd be delighted with her offer. Instead, they wanted to know her feelings and intentions. How boring. However, she knew she couldn't take him out herself. "I haven't changed sides if that's what you think. This world is better without mudbloods and half-breeds. They weaken everything that is magical!" She paused, really wanting to kill the half-blood next to her. "He, the Dark Lord, is not worthy to lead! He lets in half-bloods." She paused to look at Snape in mild disgust. "And he is a half-blood. He's the very filth he wants to destroy."

Dumbledore gave her a short nod of confirmation. "A fact he has tried to hide for years."

"Another great wizard will come along and rid this world of filth."

When the other two wizards shared another glance, her impatience grew. You'd think they would be ready to jump into action at her words. They were so careful and cautious - that's why they couldn't defeat him alone.

She looked around in boredom at the room they were in. "Did you want the information or not?"

Another nod was sent in her direction. They believed her. That felt strange - having the good side believe it. It almost made her want to betray them and lead them into an ambush, however, her loyalties laid with Purebloods; that didn't include Voldemort.

Bellatrix had given them the last locations to the Horcruxes and had been incredibly surprised when she had discovered that not only did they know of them, but that they had already acquired some.

She never understood why Dumbledore insisted upon Potter being a part of it, he was still just a boy. However, when Potter and Riddle were brought together, she worked it out when the boy fell. He had been a Horcrux.

The Order instantly took out her Dark Lord the second that the boy's body hit the ground. And what surprised her most, and the rest of the Order it seemed, was that he had taken an additional breath, and then another one. He lived. Seriously, could nobody kill that boy?

Whilst the war was won by the 'good side', Bellatrix didn't feel downtrodden, in fact, she had the chance to start a rebellion with herself as the leader; a deserving Pureblood.