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The Rise of Bellatrix Black

1 : Back to 17

Bellatrix Black had just turned 17 recently. She came to visit her private vault in Gringotts to see her inheritance. There were a lot of gold coins piled up in it. But that was not the reason she came here. She had come to see the special heirloom she had inherited from her grandfather. It was a thin, oval shaped object, three inches long. Carved on it were the moving pictures of stars depicting its previous owners in the respective order. At the end her namesake star had appeared depicting her as the new owner. She held the heirloom in her hands and wondered what it did. Suddenly she was bombarded with many memories.

She was sitting at a long table with her housemates. She looked around and she realized that she was in Great Hall sitting at the Slytherin table. She suddenly remembered. It was the start of the term feast of her 7th year. She felt sad at the fact that she would be leaving the school after that year. They were waiting for the first years to arrive so that they can be sorted to various houses. Usually, she would sleep through the Sorting ceremony but this year was different. Her cousin Sirius Black was starting his first year. They had their own differences but they were family and she was proud of him. She wanted to see him being sorted into Slytherin. Soon, the door opened and Professor McGonagall came in followed by the first years. She spotted Sirius quickly. Dressed in the best quality robes, he walked with confidence and determination. But she knew him well enough to see the signs of nervousness he was trying to hide.

"Black, Sirius"

She saw Sirius walking towards the stool in a confident pose as had been taught to them since they were young. He sat on the stool and Professor McGonagall put the sorting hat on his head. The hat and Sirius seemed to be discussing for two minutes. All the time, she was ready to clap. Finally, the hat opened it's mouth.

"GRYFFINDOR"

She was in shock and so were the rest of the school.

'Was a Black just sorted into Gryffindor?'

She felt anger and humiliation creep up inside her. She felt everyone looking at her but she couldn't look at any of them due to shame.

She was sitting in a well decorated room looking at herself in the mirror in front of her. She was a very beautiful witch if she says so herself, but she was looking radiant today. She was wearing all white today. Usually, she would have detested wearing anything other than black but today's occasion was worth it. It was her wedding day. She was brimming with happiness and anticipation but was also slightly nervous. She was not a girly or romantic person like Narcissa but she did have her own expectations. She was really looking forward to the wedding, or to be more exact, the wedding night. The door opened and the very person she thought about came in.

"Bella, you look very beautiful tonight, more so than usual. I don't think Rodolphus will have the patience to wait until the wedding is over.", Narcissa said making her blush.

She wondered whether Narcissa was a secret legilimens. She was always the oblivious one of the family. How did she know what her thoughts were.

"Something tells me that you are not that patient either."

Now, her cheeks were red enough to make tomatoes jealous.

"Shut up and go away, Cissy", she replied making her smirk.

She straightened her tiara and said before leaving, "Enjoy the honeymoon properly. I will be asking for details after you return."

She looked in the mirror for some more time checking for any imperfections. Soon enough, the door opened again and her father came in. A look of pride came onto his face when he saw her.

"You look beautiful tonight, Bella", her father complemented her.

"Thank You, Father"

"Are you ready to go?", he asked to which she nodded.

He extended his hand and she linked her hand with his. They both walked together to the venue. The venue was quite beautiful and well decorated. The whole wizarding world had come to attend the wedding of the eldest daughter of the Black family. When they heard her coming, they all turned to look at her. She knew all of their attention was on her at the moment but her attention was only on the one she loved. Rodolphus Lestrange was a tall, muscular man who had a rugged look. He was standing on the dais wearing a black tuxedo which accentuated his muscular frame. He was looking at her waiting for her to reach him. Eventually, they reached him and stepped on to the dais. Her father handed her handed to him and stood to the side. They both stood facing the minister hand in hand. The minister started babbling the usual nonsense which she tuned out. Then the minister asked to the crowd whether anyone has any objections. Her only thought at that time was that if any idiot had stood up to object, she would slowly torture him to death. No one did.

The minister then turned towards Rodolphus.

"Do you Rodolphus Romulus Lestrange take this lady as your faithful wife and swear to stand by her through health and sickness until death does you part?"

"Yes, I do."

The minister then turned towards her.

"Do you Bellatrix Druella Black take this gentleman as your faithful husband and swear to stand by him through health and sickness until death does you part?"

"Yes, I do."

"Now, hold your hands together and extend them forward."

They did as the minister instructed. The minister mumbled some long incantation while tapping his wand on their hands. A blue glow appeared around their entwined which expanded to cover both of them after which it disappeared.

"I now pronounce you husband and wife. You may kiss your wife now."

The moment the sentence was spoken, they started kissing. After the official dance was over, they quickly apparated off to enjoy our honeymoon.

She had just arrived at a large manor with her husband. The house was spacious but she did not come here to comment on the building. She was going to be a Death Eater tonight. Her husband had been one of the first Death Eaters. He joined when he was in his sixth year. It was due to this reason that the Dark Lord has considered his request of letting her join too. She felt proud and elated to know that this powerful wizard considered her worthy enough to be one of his elite group of followers. She had felt bored of doing nothing but order her house elf around. Now, she can join her husband and brothers-in-law in fighting for their cause. They soon reached a closed door on which her husband knocked.

"Come in", said a cold, emotionless voice that sent chills down her spine.

They entered the room as had been ordered. In the middle of the room was a throne on which a man was sitting. The man was tall with black hair. His facial features resembled more of a snake than a human but he can still be considered handsome. They knelt down in front of him as had been expected of them.

"You can look up now", he said after observing them for some time.

He looked into each of their eyes one by one and then he nodded his acceptance.

He got up from his throne, came towards her and said, "Are you sure you want to join us?"

"Yes, my lord. It would be an honour."

"Then extend your hand."

She extended her left hand as her husband had told her. The Dark Lord pulled her sleeves up and pressed his wand on her hand. She was shocked by the sudden pain that erupted in her arm. It felt as if the skin in her arm is being peeled off layer by layer and the inside of her hand is being burned. She bit her lip to keep from screaming but she soon started screaming due to the excruciating pain. She soon lost her consciousness.

When she woke up, the Dark Lord had already left and her husband was looking at her with concern.

"I am sorry that I fainted. I tried not to."

"Bella, it is fine. You were supposed to faint. The initiation is complete only when you faint."

She was greatly relieved on hearing that. She had feared for a moment that she had disappointed them by being weak.

She was sitting in her home when the floo flared and Narcissa's face appeared.

"Bella, can I come in? You are not busy, are you?"

"Of course not, Cissy. Come in."

There was another flare and she saw her sister come out of the floo.

"Cissy, it is so boring sitting at home doing nothing."

"I understand."

"You do? I thought you loved that kind of life. Isn't it a dream come true for you?"

"Maybe. But I was talking about you."

"How are things in Hogwarts?"

"As boring as ever."

"How is Andy? I have never heard from her for long."

Narcissa's features visibly hardened and an uncharacteristically cold look came up on her face.

"Do not even speak her name in front of me.", she said fury emanating from her voice.

She was shocked to see her sister so angry. Narcissa never gets angry. She was always calm and composed. Something really bad must have happened between them.

"What happened?"

"What happened? What is left to happen? She became pregnant with that mudblood Tonks' child and ran off with him. Apparently that mudblood was more important to her than us."

She was shocked that her sister did something like that. They were quite close, more than she was to Narcissa. She never knew they were dating let alone sleeping together. She expected such a betrayal from Sirius not Andromeda.

She was looking at herself in the mirror. She was looking quite beautiful tonight. She was quite nervous as she was planning to give the big news. She was pregnant. She was worried that he might not take it well. She was thinking about many ways to break the news to him without giving him a shock. She wondered for a moment what advice Andy would give. Then she berated herself for thinking about that blood traitor at a happy time like this. She felt him coming into the room. This is the moment.

"Rhoddy, did you know that we are not the only Lestranges now?"

Her husband looked at her as if she had lost her mind.

"Of course I know, Bella. My brother Rabastan is also a Lestrange if you have forgotten."

She was now embarrassed. In her nervousness, she had worded the question wrong.

"No, I meant to say that there is another Lestrange coming.", she said stroking her now flat stomach for emphasis.

He had a puzzled expression on his face which gave way to shock when the true meaning of the words registered in his mind. He cupped her face in his hands and asked, "Really?"

She blushed. In public, she was a cruel and ruthless death eater Bellatrix Lestrange but she was like putty in her husband's hands.

They were in their headquarters wearing their Death Eater attire. The meeting was officially over and everyone else had left. They bowed to him in respect.

"My lord, we have a news to convey.", Rodolphus said.

"What is it?"

"Bella is pregnant. So, I was wondering whether she can be relieved of her duty considering her present delicate condition."

A twisted smile came on to the Dark Lord's features.

"I assume the child will grow up to be a loyal Death Eater like it's parents."

"Yes, my lord."

"Then, she can take her leave. If you have any other requests, you should tell me. Lord Voldemort rewards those who are loyal to him. Now, leave."

Her stomach was paining and she was losing consciousness. Everything was becoming blurry. She heard a male voice-Rodolphus' voice- asking her whether she was alright. She couldn't reply. Her vocal cords don't seem to be working properly. She felt him going away and panicked but he returned quickly. Soon, she felt her eyelids closing due to exhaustion. When she opened her eyes, she saw Rodolphus holding her hand and a man in lime green robes-a healer- was standing beside him.

"What happened?", she said.

She was feeling so weak and vulnerable. She did not like it.

The healer looked like he wanted to be anywhere but here.

"You had a miscarriage.", the healer said.

Those words had the effect of a sword being plunged into her heart. Her eyes started filling with tears. It couldn't be. Not her baby. She refused to believe it. It was a dream she was going to wake up from and she will laugh about her silliness later. But as she looked at her husband's depressed face, she knew that it was true. She had lost her child.

"Don't worry, dearest. We can try again later. Right now, we should be concentrating on your recovery.", Rodolphus said.

The healer looked more uncomfortable now than before which was saying something.

"The damage was too great for me to heal. She is not capable of bearing a child anymore.", the healer said.

Rodolphus left her as if he had been burned and turned around to face the healer.

He lifted the shorter man by his collar and said, "Don't lie to me, you filth. I will personally torture you to death. Don't forget who I am."

If the healer looked scared before, he looked absolutely terrified now.

"I wish I was lying but I am not."

Rodolphus looked as if he was going to kill the man but he threw him down and stormed off. Even when she felt a sense of foreboding, she convinced herself that her husband just needed a little time and space to deal with it.

She was in the courtroom 10. She was shackled to a chair alongside her husband, brother-in-law and protégé. The whole Wizengamot was presently looking down on them. The minister looked exceptionally angry as he had to execute his own son. She inwardly smirked.

"Do you Bellatrix Lestrange admit to casting the Cruciatus curse on Frank Longbottom and Alice Longbottom?"

"Yes. I put those bloodtraitors in their place.", she said defiantly.

"Then, you are sentenced to a lifetime in Azkaban."

She was then dragged away and transported to that island.

Her dark mark was burning. She knew that he was back. She wished she could apparate to him to give him a proper welcome but she was in Azkaban. She had been waiting for this moment for many years. She still remembered many of the rumors that circled around her. Many believed that she sleeps with the Dark Lord. She tortured anyone she heard telling that but laughed about it in private. There was nothing like that between them. She knew well that the Dark Lord considered love, sex and other similar things as human thing and far below him. To her, he occupied the place that Uncle Orion had left vacant with his death, that of a guide, dueling instructor and a father figure. She knew that she did suck up to him a lot but she had been that way with her uncle too. After she lost her baby, he helped her in his own way by giving her a lot of work to do which helped her forget about her failures in her marriage, something even her husband hadn't cared enough to do for her. Rodolphus had never touched her after that day. He had chosen to blame her for him not having a heir and punish her for it. He started cheating on her publicly, many times with muggles. He always talked about how nice it would be if any of those muggles had gotten pregnant as having a halfblood heir would be better than having no heir at all. It had hurt her deeply. She had flirted with many others to see whether he would get jealous but he never seemed to care. She soon realized that he had never really loved her at all but had seen her only as a way to get a strong heir. She had wanted to get back at him the same way but she still loved him too much to cheat on him. So, she chose to lock up her feelings and continued suffering the humiliation without giving any reaction. She knew that soon enough the Dark Lord will rescue her from this hell. She will wait until then.

She was in the Ministry again, this time in Department of Mysteries. She and few other Death Eaters had cornered the children. She had to marvel at the ingenuity of Dark Lord's plan. Dark Lord had decided to learn the full prophecy before taking any further action. Instead of risking exposure when the Ministry was being so helpfully denying his existence, he had chosen to lure Potter here and have him give it. The dark lord had put some false vision in Potter's head of his godfather being tortured. It worked splendidly. Potter had come running with his equally idiotic friends. The surprising thing was that Dumbledore hadn't told Potter anything about the prophecy. May be they are not as chummy-chummy as they thought. It only works to their advantage. She was broken out from her thoughts when she heard a door on the side opening. She saw the members of Order of Phoenix rushing in. She was furious. Just when they were about to surrender the prophecy, these idiots had to show up. She saw a pink haired woman rushing towards her who she recognized as her blood traitor sister's daughter. She knocked her out within 20 seconds. She had expected a better fight from Andromeda's daughter. May be the muggle blood in her made her a weakling. She then saw Sirius come rushing to fight her. It looks like even after all these years, he hasn't managed to grow a brain. She started attacking and he dodged her every spell. She then heard another door opening on the same side and saw through the side of her eyes Dumbledore standing amidst a cloud of white smoke. Sirius had started mocking her. She became very angry and threw a spell to where she knew he would dodge. She saw him getting hit by it and falling through the veil. She quickly ran away from the room. She was not planning to get caught. She had had enough of Azkaban. She dodged all the spells that came towards her and kept running. She then heard a set of footsteps behind her and looked back to see Potter running towards her with a furious expression on his face. It looks like luck was on her side. She quickly ran off as if she was trying to escape. She stopped when she reached the main entrance. Soon, the door opened and he came rushing in.

"Is ickle baby Potter angry with Bwella for killing his favorite mutt?", she said mimicking a baby's voice.

As she expected, his features hardened. But what came later was something she never expected.

"CRUCIO"

She quickly put up a non-verbal shield but that wasn't enough. She was blasted away a fair distance. She got back up quickly, well as quickly as she could manage.

"You stupid boy, do you really think you can beat me? I am Bellatrix Lestrange. The Dark Lord had personally taught me Dark Arts. To cast a Cruciatus, you should mean them, Potter.", she snarled giving up her baby act.

She was furious, not at the boy, but at herself for letting her guard down. She was lucky that he was completely ignorant when it comes to Dark Arts. He certainly had the power to produce a strong Cruciatus curse but he just didn't know how.

"Stupefy"

She nonverbally deflected it back to Potter who was knocked backwards. She saw him getting up again.

"I have no time to play games, Potter. Give me the prophecy."

"I don't have it. It fell down from my hands and broke."

"You liar! Accio! Accio Prophecy! Accio Prophecy!"

She tried summoning it many times but prophecy did not come to her hands. She was terrified now. She knew that the Dark Lord would be furious when he learns about it and she would be punished. She suddenly felt his presence. He is nearby.

"My Lord, I am sorry. I failed to get the prophecy. It was destroyed."

Harry Potter let out a high cold laugh so similar to the Dark Lord's that she was shocked.

"There is no use of whining, Bellatrix. Your dark lord cannot hear you."

Suddenly another high pitched cold voice sounded in the room.

"I can certainly hear her, Harry Potter"

She saw that Potter was on the floor clutching his scar in pain. Suddenly, the Dark Lord appeared out of nowhere with his wand pointed towards Potter.

"You have been an annoyance to me for too long. I will not let it continue. Avada Kedavra"

She saw the green light going towards Potter. Suddenly, a gargoyle came out of nowhere and interrupted the curse bursting into flames. She saw Albus Dumbledore walking in and standing between the Dark Lord and Harry Potter.

Then they started their epic duel. They were both casting ancient powerful spells trying to outdo the other. She could see that while the Dark Lord didn't even break sweat, Dumbledore was showing the signs of fatigue. She looked at Potter who was been hidden by an animated gargoyle and saw the fear in his eyes. She knew that he was seeing the true power of the Dark Lord for the first time. For a moment, she felt bad for him. The poor boy was expected to beat one of the most powerful wizards of all the time but he didn't even know half the spells someone of his age was supposed to know. She saw the Dark Lord sending the Killing Curse at Dumbledore and his phoenix jumping in to intercept the curse as it knew that Dumbledore was too tired to defend himself anymore. When the curse hit it, it burst into flames.

The Dark Lord suddenly disappeared. The boy seemed relieved but she, like Dumbledore, could feel his presence and knew that he was still there somewhere hidden.

She suddenly saw Potter's eyes turn red and an evil smile crept up his face.

"Kill me … Kill the boy…"

He let out a cold laugh sending shivers down her spine. She saw that Dumbledore was truly terrified. The Dark Lord had possessed Harry Potter and Dumbledore was in a dilemma. If he cast the killing curse on Harry Potter might kill the Dark Lord but Harry Potter would definitely die. If he doesn't, the Dark Lord in the Harry Potter's body could do quite a lot of damage. It was quite cunning of Dark Lord as it was obvious that Dumbledore would kill Harry Potter to protect the rest of the wizarding world. Just as Dumbledore raised his wand to kill, Potter's eyes turned back to green and a shapeless black form was thrust out of him. The shapeless form turned into the form of the Dark Lord who did not look so confident anymore. He took her hand and apparated off with her. The last thing she saw was the minister running towards them with another man.

She was in Hogwarts now. Her nephew had, after a year of berating and threats finally completed repairing the Vanishing Cabinet and managed to link the twins properly. She had sent Greyback first as she didn't trust her nephew enough. To her surprise, it did work. She walked through the school hallways stunning anyone who came to fight her. She was on a strict time schedule and she had learned from last year not to stand around and boast. She quickly reached the top of the Astronomy Tower and was surprised to see Draco standing there pointing his wand at the fallen head master.

Maybe she was a little hard on him during the training. She sometimes forgot that he did not have the power Potter seems to possess. She had always wondered, for some reason, how it would have been if she had gotten Harry Potter to teach. She had been looking for him in the castle but he was not there anywhere.

"Good work, Draco. I see you have disarmed Dumbledore and you have him at your mercy."

She kissed the back of his neck as a show of congratulation and stood at his side to support him.

"Good evening, Bellatrix. How are you?", Dumbledore said as if they had met for a coffee.

"Good evening, Albus. As much as I like to chat, we are on a tight schedule. Draco, kill him quickly.", she said in the same tone.

She then saw that even though he was pointing the wand at Dumbledore, his hand seems to be shaking. She wondered what was going through the Dark Lord's mind when he gave Draco the mission. In spite of what she told him, she was not foolish enough to believe that it was some sort of privilege. The Dark Lord was embarrassed by everyone's failure last year, including his own. So, he needed to punish someone to vent his frustrations. Lucius Malfoy was the obvious choice as he had stupidly thrown away the diary the Dark Lord had given him to keep it safe. As the idiot had ended up in Azkaban, his son had to suffer the punishment for his father's mistakes by being given a suicide mission. She shook herself out of her thoughts and observed the present situation. It was obvious that Draco didn't have it in him to kill someone and was stalling. She thought about telling him that if she would have taught Potter instead of him, he would have already killed Dumbledore. Apparently, they both had some kind of rivalry going on and Draco was always quite eager to show that he was better than Potter. She then decided otherwise as anyone else knowing that she has feelings for Potter other than disgust or hatred will not be good for her.

Just then, Severus Snape came from somewhere behind them and pushed Draco aside.

"Severus, please …", Dumbledore pleaded.

"Avada Kedavra"

The spell hit Dumbledore in the chest and he fell off the Tower due to the force. She knew that it will be a big blow for the Light side. For a moment, she allowed herself to feel sorry for the boy who will be facing the Dark Lord without any training. She went off with the others towards the gates. She heard a commotion behind her and saw Potter trying to hit Snape with a curse. He looked so angry that she knew that he had seen Snape kill Dumbledore. She stood at a distance and watched with interest. Harry Potter was sending hex after hex on Snape who was deflecting it easily. She noted with interest that all the spells Potter used were Snape's inventions. That boy certainly knows to infuriate someone, she noted with a motherly pride. When he used Sectumsempra, she was nearly jumping with joy. The boy had the same talent and love for Dark Arts that she had at that age. It is a pity that he was stuck in the hands of incompetent Light biased people. She could have taught him many things and made him into a powerful wizard.

She had just apparated into the Diagon Alley. For some reason, the Dark Lord had called her here. She saw him standing there with many Death Eaters around him. Some like Rowle and Dolohov were looking smug, the Malfoys were terrified and Rabastan was furious. She knew that the Malfoys were under house arrest and the fact that they were out put her on guard. She approached the Dark Lord and knelt before him. He observed her for some time before allowing her to get up.

He gestured towards his side and told her to check it. She went nearby and recognized the body of her husband. She had stopped caring about her husband long time ago but still seeing his corpse was a shock to her. She looked properly and saw that he was tortured using her favorite curses just the way she would have used them. Apparently, she had a copycat. If she didn't know better, she would have said that she was the one who killed him. Then it suddenly occurred to her. What if the dark lord didn't know better? She looked at the Dark Lord to see him scrutinizing her for her reaction.

"Did you know that he had been missing for a month before we found him dead?"

"No, my lord. I have never even seen him after he was caught in the Ministry."

That was true. After being broken out of Azkaban, she refused to see him more than strictly necessary. She had been living in Malfoy Manor since then.

"I believe that I gave you something to keep safe. I want it back now.", he ordered.

"Yes, my lord. It is still in my vault."

Looking at her fallen husband, suddenly something occurred to her. They were in front of the Gringotts and the Dark Lord was suddenly asking about the Cup. Had someone used her husband to take the Cup and took off with it after killing him? She then realized that it was not possible as no one else knew about the Cup let alone where it was hidden unless her husband had been conspiring with that person to put her in the Dark Lord's bad books. It certainly has worked well by the looks of it.

"Apparently, it is not there any longer. Do you know where it is now?", the Dark Lord asked.

He seemed calm, a little too calm. She knew from experience that she was in for a severe punishment.

"No, my lord. I do not know."

"CRUCIO"

It came so suddenly that she didn't see it. It was much more powerful than any that she had experienced. He was very furious. It then suddenly stopped.

"Tell me, Bellatrix, you did say that you have never seen your husband for over a year. Then, how did your magical signature come all over him?"

She was shocked. She didn't know what to say.

"I-I don't know, my lord. I am telling the truth. I am your most faithful follower, my lord. I wouldn't lie to you."

"ENOUGH. I had enough of your lies. Avada Kedavra"

She dodged the spell quickly and raised her own wand at him.

"Just because you are too incompetent to be beaten by a boy doesn't mean you should take it out on others."

She knew that she had hit a spot. Everyone was looking at her in shock. It would have been very funny if she herself wasn't shocked at what she had said. It was true that she had been having doubts recently but even she never expected that outburst. But she didn't regret it. She was going to die anyway. She had rather die fighting like a true warrior than as a pathetic coward.

"I knew about your little infatuation with the Potter boy. You cannot hide anything from Lord Voldemort. I had believed that you were strong enough to get rid of this weakness.", he sneered in disgust before continuing, "I am curious though. Why him?"

She saw everyone looking at her intently to see her reaction. Everyone wanted to see whether she would confirm it or deny it.

"May be because his blood is more pure."

She had said it silently but everyone in the vicinity had heard it. She had neither confirmed it nor denied it. She had heard rumors about it but no one had dared mention it in front of him before. His reaction was enough indication that there was some truth to it. Suddenly, an evil smile crept on to his face.

"I could kill you today. But, both you and Lucius have thrown away the possessions that I have entrusted you with. Lord Voldemort is merciful and believes in giving equal and just punishment to those who make the same mistake. So, I chose to spare your life and give you both a common punishment."

To anyone else, it might look like an act of kindness but she read the underlying message. She snarled at the thought of that thing hurting her baby sister. His features became smug as he sensed that she had gotten the message. She would protect Narcissa until her last breath.

"I believe that being beaten by a small boy many times have gotten to you, if your desperate attempts to avoid the humiliation of another defeat is anything to go by.", she replied.

He couldn't control his anger any longer and fired the first spell. She dodged his every attack and counterattacked with a ferocity that no one had shown against the Dark Lord. But he was much more powerful than her and more experienced. Soon, she was disarmed and blasted away. He broke her wand and threw it to the side. She saw Narcissa trying to come to her side but Lucius was holding her tightly. Then, she was levitated and thrown inside Ollivander's wand shop before closing the door. As she fell, she felt something falling from her hidden breast pocket. She saw a thin oval shaped object and recognized it as the heirloom she had inherited from her paternal grandfather. It reminded her of her happy past, where she was part of a happy, united family, of a time before Voldemort, a time without regrets. She heard a fire being lit and knew that her punishment was to be burned alive. She could smell Dark Magic and knew that he had used fiendfyre. She was too injured from her duel to try and find a way out. She saw the fire closing in and held onto her heirloom in fear. She thought of all the people that she had murdered mercilessly. She knew that they had all seen death approaching like she does now. In their last moments, they had also worried about whether their loved ones will be alive and safe like she is doing with Narcissa. She regretted letting her pride keep her from showing Andromeda that she loves her despite her choices. The fire was very close now and the heat has become unbearable. It was her last few moments now. She held her heirloom tight, closed her eyes tightly and wished fervently for a second chance, a fresh start to life, where she can support Andy and Sirius like an elder sister should, where she can put her mark on the wizarding world not by murdering people on some Dark Lord's orders but protecting the innocents from people like them. She felt as if she was being pulled along from all sides. She felt as if she was being ripped apart.

She opened her eyes and saw that she was in her private vault. She looked around confused and then she suddenly remembered. She had come to see the heirloom that she had inherited. She realized that she was sitting on the floor and her face was streaked with her tears. She wiped her face clean and stood up. Her head was still aching from the onslaught of memories. She knew that she had no seer blood in her and that her grandfather wouldn't give her anything harmful. So, from where did these memories come from? Were they events that are going to happen or just some hallucinations? She shook her head to clear her thoughts and went home with her heirloom. She was a 17 year old now. She needed her rest.

Bellatrix doesn't remember everything she did in the future. She only remembers the important events in her life, the events that led to the creation of Bellatrix Lestrange. If any of these events are altered, so is the end result. These are the events Bellatrix will concentrate on as she tries to make the future better for everyone than the one she knew. I hope you have liked my idea of a time travel story with a twist. Please give me many reviews and suggestions.