A/N- This one's for Maggie, you beautiful anonymous person, you. :). All I can say was that this was a great idea, and I apologise if I mess it up in anyway possible, and I hope that you, and any other readers, of course, but mainly you, enjoy it. Oh, and i've taken the liberty of making the graffiti magical, I hope you don't mind.

The shadows fell on the cell floor, creating a dark mist that rose to Bellatrix' waist. Not that it mattered much, of course. She spent most of her time sitting on the floor, obscured by the black void.

Until one morning, that is, when a guard knocked on her cell. No kidding, he actually knocked.

"Mrs Lestrange, May I interrupt your thoughts for a second to present you with your mail."

"Tch, no, you may not."

"Can you help me out by signing-"

"Sure, I can help you out. The door's that way." she tried too keep what little

"Now, now, Mrs Lestrange, I was only trying to be nice, If you prefer, I can call the dementors in, and you'll have a little more persuasion."

"What am I signing?"

"Right here, please."... Please. It had been so long since anyone had been nice to her.

"of course." she snatched the quill from him, forgetting for a second that it already had ink on the tip, and managed to cover her face in little splodges of black. The Guard guffawed loudly. Didn't he know who he was speaking to? She had been one of lord voldemort's right hand people, and he thought he had the right to laugh at her! Tsk, shame on him.

She nearly said this, but instead snarled and snatched the (very large) cylindrical package out of his hands, and opened it, revealing what looked like a carpet.

Upon unrolling it, she found that it wasn't.

"Oh, My." she said, "Did you do this? Is this your idea of a joke? Is this any way to treat a second of the dark lord himself!" she screeched.

"No, it wasn't me. No, but it is quite funny, and yes, actually, it's payback without being payback. I shalll have to congratulate those kids."

"Kids?"

"What about them?"

Bellatrix let out a low growl.

It was the Black family tapestry. Well, it had been once. Now it was... ruined.

It wasn't even ruined properly.

It was ruined magically.

The first portrait she saw was Lucius Malfoy. Her eyes widened in horror. Someone had charmed the picture. Lucius Malfoy was wearing a pink gingham dress. With pigtails. Tied with ribbons. Pink ribbons.

She had to physically clam herself. She pressed her lips together, and closed her eyes tightly, breathing in through her nose, out through her mouth.

Narcissa Malfoy... Had orange hair. And a nose stud. But even worse than that... she was smiling.

Shock, Horror.

The tapestry's version of Draco Malfoy had died his hair black, decided to get snakebites, and taken a liking to eyeliner.

Bellatrix herself, had a book in hand, hair tied back neatly, black thick framed glasses perched on her nose. And someone had decided to put make up on her. Very girly make up. Like barbie-pink lipstick. She shivered at the sight.

And her husband... poor Rodolphus. As if changing her image wasn't enough, the culprit(s) had chosen to make Rodolphus wear an oversized tracksuit. And a baseball cap, placed on his head lightly, so it only rested there. The rim of it was twisted, so it covered only one half of his face. As Bellatrix watched, he folded his arms and smirked at her, gangsta style.

Oh dear.

The guard, who was still there, spoke up.

"Well, Mrs Lestrange, do you want me to put it up on the wall for you?"

She was going to kill that man.

Fin

So? You like?

A/N- littlebunnyfoofoo, I haven't forgotton you! I just need you to be more specific, as I'm really having trouble writing it! Please either PM or email me- adress on my profile page – and give me some ideas, because I'm so stuck it's unbelievable.

Ta very much. :)