Disclaimer: I Do Not Own Harry Potter.

Written for the fifty shades challenge. AN: Bellatrix is eight years old in this fic.

Her eyes are fixated on the flames that are spreading fast around the room. She should try to escape, but its like her mind and the flames have become connected.

So entangled is her mind in the flames that she notice when her father lifts her and carries her to safety; she doesn't notice when she's outside or hear her mother ask if she's okay.

When Andromdea tugs on sleeve she doesn't react or when Narcissa hugs her.

Its like her body is there, but her mind is trapped in the fire.