The Re-birth of Bellatrix Black

Her life for years had been a daze. She didn't have a clue what was going on, what had gone on and certainly not what was about to happen.

She was stood in the great hall, she had been here so many times before but this time it wasn't the usual friendly, it was hot with a smell of stale and fresh blood in the air, dust floating around from all the fallen stone, and bodies lying everywhere.

Stood opposite her was that Molly Weasley, she had been brainwashed, though she didn't know it, to treat her as the enemy, a blood traitor. She was against the Dark Lord, he wanted them all dead, wanted absolute power.

Once more that maniacal laugh exploded from within her, it had become over the past few years a trade mark cackle, one that she did not want. She heard nothing but a voice in her head...

"You know the spell, Bella". It was him, that cold voice trying to sound seductive and cool, it send commanding shivers down her spine as her arm lifted, the voice whirling round her head…

"Avarda Kedavra" she heard herself scream in an equally cold high pitch.

She had used this spell many times on direction of that voice, the last being her once close cousin Sirius Black. This time, something happened. Something that had never happened on previous use of this spell.

She saw Mrs. Weasley looking shocked, standing still. Had the curse not hit her?

She felt herself falling, falling onto nothing. She had fallen, the curse had rebounded. The voice was gone. She felt surprisingly warm.

She woke, assuming she was awake, in a strange but not uncomfortable room. Everything was a bright white and silent. All except for a strangled cry. She couldn't see where it could be coming from in this empty room but she instinctively followed the voice.

She felt strange, but she couldn't work out in what way. She was feeling, thinking, something she felt she hadn't done in such a long time.

She reached a bench of pure white which blended perfectly into the room. There was a body under the bench that was making the noise, it was the size of a new born baby, but not the body of a baby. She wasn't sure what it was or what to do to try and help, it seemed the body was in antagonising pain but couldn't work out what to do to ease this.

Just then she heard a familiar voice behind her, she was ready but she didn't know why. The voice was both familiar and unfamiliar. It was the voice of Albus Dumbledore, kind as he ever was but why. Why would he show her kindness and comfort in his voice after the terrible things she had done?

"You cannot help him" said Dumbledore. "There is nothing we can do".

He guided his former pupil, a once favourite of his, to a nearby bench. He was smiling his kind smile, his half-moon glasses on his crooked nose and surveying her with those shining smiling blue eyes, the kindness gleaming through them.

Sitting herself down carefully, she began "professor…I"

"You want to know why you are here", he said, looking directly at her. "I have been expecting you. I knew after Harry it was only a matter of minutes"

She sat quietly, thinking of his words. "Harry was here? Harry Potter?"

"Do you know another Harry" he asked bemused.

"Professor…I" she began again.

"You want to know what you are doing here", he surveyed her closely, same as he had Harry only 30 minutes ago.

"You are here, Bellatrix, the same reason Harry Potter was here. You both, I believe, had a piece of Voldermort living inside you, as a parasite".

"You were aware I assume, that Voldermort had made several horcruxes".

"Yeah" she replied, ashamed of her knowledge.

"You are again aware, that Harry Potter has been carrying that horcrux since that night many years ago, that Voldermort fell. You are also smart enough to work out, that when Voldermort hit Mr. Potter full force tonight with the killing curse"

"He killed his own horcrux" she finished for him.

He smiled at his student. "Very good, Miss Black".

"I am of course, reluctant to use your married name, as I believe you were forced into this marriage, under the influence of the horcrux, to prove to the wizarding world that you were indeed a death eater. I do not believe this to be true. I do not believe it was ever your choice to become a death eater or was it your choice to be involved in dark magic."

She stared at him, mouth slightly open not knowing what to say, taking in the meaning in his words. She had been controlled, for years it seems. She didn't realise, she never fought it.

"What happens now, professor" she asked quietly.

"What do you want to happen" he asked, again a slight bemusement in his voice.

"I want to go back" she said firmly, looking her professor straight in the face. "I want to go back, I want to prove I am not who they thought, I am not a killer. No one can use me like that, control me. I want to help Harry, I want to support him and the Order".

Dumbledore smiles his usual smile, "Very well".

He stood up and as he began to walk away, he faded.

She closed her eyes and imagined the great hall, felling as she did the floor become hard beneath her. She had fallen but she would get up. She would get up and fight, for the good. For the Order.